vncnus Chapter 161 Extra: If I Pick Up Draco's Campus Card 2
Chapter 161 Extra: If I Pick Up Draco's Campus Card 2
(The prequel is in Chapter 113)
Draco came to the campus card service center and found his own card among the rows of colorful campus cards.
The place where the QR code was originally pasted was blocked by a cute puff sticker. Draco did not continue to use this campus card, but instead applied for a new one.
He treasured the card with the cute sticker on it and placed it in the pocket of his wallet.
"What a crappy idea you came up with last time!" Draco sat on the sofa in the lounge, feeling annoyed. He crossed his legs and swayed up and down, showing his annoyance.
"It's you who's so bad at talking..." Crabbe pouted and muttered softly when Draco wasn't paying attention.
Gao Er nudged him with his elbow, then cleared his throat and said his own method, "Young Master, why don't you just confess directly."
"Yeah, it saves me from having to walk past the cafeteria hundreds of times a day and feed mosquitoes in the grass."
Goyle smacked Crabbe on the head, and Crabbe, seeing Draco's gloomy look, slammed his hand over his mouth.
"No." Draco objected to this idea, "She doesn't even know me yet. If I confess rashly, I'm sure I'll fail!"
"Of course I know him. It's obvious that he wants to stay away from you!"
"Crabbe! If you want to get out, get out now!"
Draco, who had been looking for new opportunities, rejected countless of their plans and finally encountered a golden opportunity.
Hogwarts requires students to complete 32 elective credits before graduation. Coincidentally, Avro and Draco chose the same elective course - Quidditch Sports Culture.
"Master, you must seize this opportunity!"
Before the first class, Goyle and Crabbe encouraged each other and reminded Draco not to talk like he did last time. Draco's ears were callused from listening to them, and he nodded in agreement.
Crabbe and Goyle chose the Food Appreciation class, so they couldn't go with Draco this time. Goyle grabbed a handful of small cakes from Crabbe's arms, but before he put them in his mouth, he suddenly remembered something.
"What is this class, Draco?"
"Quidditch culture."
“Is the class on the playground?”
Goyle nodded and stopped eating the cake. They stared at each other with wide eyes, and both read the meaning of "bad" in each other's eyes.
The sun in late autumn is always gentle and warm when it shines on your body.
Afro was wearing a blue and pink sportswear suit, with her right hand in front of her eyes to block out the glaring sunlight.
Otherwise, she remembered the time wrong when she tried to grab the class. She should be in an air-conditioned classroom now, taking a relaxing and interesting wine appreciation class!
The bad mood of having to take outdoor classes in the sun in the afternoon instantly improved after seeing a big fool.
Hotch looked at Draco, who came to play Quidditch in a high-end suit. Her eyebrows were raised angrily, and she almost rushed over to shake his shoulders and ask him if he was out of his mind!
"From now on, you must wear appropriate sportswear to my classes. No skirts or suits allowed!"
Everyone's shoulders were shaking, and they were all quietly checking on Draco, who was standing next to Aphrodite like a peacock spreading its feathers.
Draco's face was dark, and one hand was clenched into a fist and placed in his trouser pocket. How could he forget that Quidditch had to be played outdoors!
This time I completely lost face in front of Afuluo!
Afro glanced at the legendary Malfoy. Judging from his appearance, he could never be associated with the narcissist in the phone.
Does good looks have to be exchanged for emotional intelligence?
During the first group cooperation session, Hodge directly arranged Draco and Afro into a group.
Afro stood there in a daze, holding a stick that looked like a baseball bat. She tapped the crack on the stick and whispered to Draco who was waiting for her.
"Mr. Malfoy, ah no, Mr. Malfoy, can I discuss something with you?"
Draco was so excited when he heard Avro talking to him. But he still held it back and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"
"Can you pretend for a moment that I'm doing fine?"
"Why? Don't you want to play Quidditch?" Draco tilted his head and looked at her in confusion, pursing his lips thoughtfully.
Afro fiddled with the zipper that was pulled to her chin and coughed uncomfortably. "I just don't want to be exposed to the sun..."
The more she spoke, the softer her voice became, and Draco didn't even hear the last few words. However, when he heard Afro say that she didn't want to bask in the sun, he looked up at the dazzling fireball hanging above his head and smiled silently.
"If you don't want to agree, forget it."
Without waiting for an answer, Afuluo thought that the boy did not want to agree to her request. After all, it would disrupt the order of the class.
"I didn't say no." Draco saw the girl's face become brighter because of his words, and changed the subject, "But -"
"If you want a bribe, at least give some benefits, right?"
Afro looked up at Draco, who was bending over and looking at her. His face was so close that it seemed as if it would touch her if it got any closer.
She seemed to feel the hot breath hitting her face, the sweet scent of green apple mixed with a hint of jasmine. Her breaths intertwined, and her cheeks became more pink than usual.
"I, I'll treat you to a meal?"
"Okay, how about tonight?"
"Ah? Oh, okay, fine."
Until the get out of class was over, Afro had no idea how he had done it. If he had known that he would owe him a meal sooner or later, he should have agreed that time!
Draco was contentedly holding the phone that had added the girl back in contact, and even his pace back to the dormitory became cheerful.
"Young master, how is it?" After Draco came back, Goyle couldn't wait to step forward and ask the result.
"Malfoy is the greatest!" The gray cell phone turned between his fingers and fell steadily into his palm.
"I'm no longer on the blacklist!"
"Master, I'm asking if you were punished for wearing this to Hodge's class?"
Which pot is not open to mention which pot!
Draco glared at him, pushed away the two people gathered around him, opened his closet and began to pick out clothes.
"Gore, who loves eating small cakes: Why is the young master picking clothes again?
Crabbe: Didn't you hear that?
Crabbe who loves eating small cakes: He is going to get the contact information, it seems like he has an appointment tonight!
Gore who loves eating small cakes: (shocked, jpg)
Gore who loves eating small cakes: Date!
Gore, who loves small cakes: This is too fast! Should I prepare the money for my share?
At this time, the women's dormitory is different from the happy men's dormitory.
Hermione and Ginny sat in the hall with serious faces, while Afro pointed her finger and leaned against the ladder with grievance.
"Tell me! Who are you going out to eat with?"
"Boy or girl?"
"Be lenient with confession, strict with resistance!"
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Yogurt miscalculated. There will be two more chapters in this series (?_?). I wonder if you guys like it. If you like it, Yogurt will continue writing...
(Smell reference: ZARA perfume, AppleJuice, 2012)