Downstairs, the organizer and the other young people danced among a crowd of girls to music with a powerful beat, their faces wearing the smiles unique to youth.
There were no particular dance moves. Unlike ballroom dancing, which required the right setting, this was nothing more than carefree bouncing, venting the excess energy in their young bodies.
Their hands constantly wandered over different girls. Those girls not only failed to turn around and slap them, but pressed themselves tightly against them instead.
This was the rotten lifestyle of the young, though it was not representative of them all.
Smoke, alcohol, sex—all forms of sensory stimulation had multiplied. Downstairs looked like a group of monsters doing calisthenics before a meal.
Faced with Catherine's question of whether he wanted to go downstairs and have some fun, Lin Qi shook his head. "No need. I have very little interest in that sort of thing, and..."
He shook his head while holding his wineglass. "It's childish. Don't you think?"
At school, Catherine had "eliminated" all her rivals. Her method of winning over Lin Qi had been to become his "brother" first.
It sounded ridiculous, but that was exactly what had happened. At the beginning, she had given Lin Qi advice, telling him which girl had the best figure, what the special parts of their bodies looked like, and what hobbies those girls had.
Lin Qi had been deeply moved at the time. Just as a girl could not refuse a handsome male best friend, a boy could not refuse a considerate female "brother."
Then they spent all day together. Other people might have thought they were strange, and they thought so themselves, but they were brothers.
They talked about women together and chatted about their dreams.
With Catherine's help, the flaws of those cheerleading