I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 82 Busy Frank

"No, no, no, Bolton, you misunderstood." Lancelot suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, and explained: "Lilith and I are not roommates, we just made an appointment to go to the cafeteria to eat together."

Lilith on the side immediately blushed when she heard this and looked down at the stone slab under her feet.

"Boton, let's go." Leo glanced at Lilith, smiled at Lancelot and said, "See you later."

"Okay, bye."

As soon as he finished speaking, Leo passed by Lancelot, seeming to be in a hurry to leave.

"Leo, why are you leaving in such a hurry? Really." Bolton smiled apologetically at Lancelot and followed him quickly.

After bidding farewell to the two of them, Lancelot and Lilith continued to walk to the cafeteria, and Bolton's complaining voice became farther and farther away.

"Lilith, why didn't you speak just now?"

The girl raised her head and responded: "It's nothing, I just feel a little uncomfortable."

Lancelot noticed that the other party's tone had become very cold, and couldn't help but wonder, could it be because of what Burton just said?

However, Leo and Bolton turned out to be roommates, which surprised him a little.

The two came to the canteen, where many people were already sitting.

They quickly ordered lunch and came to a deserted corner to sit down face to face.

Lilith ate the bacon and egg fried noodles on the plate in silence, without even looking at Lancelot the whole time.

The boy didn't know what he had done wrong. He just ordered a cup of coffee and took a sip from time to time.

Lancelot wanted to say something, but he couldn't find any easy topic because he was not good at talking, and the atmosphere became very awkward for a time.

"Lancelot, I've eaten." After about five minutes, Lilith wiped her mouth, finally raised her head and looked directly into the boy's eyes and said.

Lancelot took the initiative to help Lilith clear the tableware, then put the plate in his hand and stood up: "Okay, let's go back."

The two of them walked out of the cafeteria, speechless all the way.

After a while, Lancelot and Lilith stopped at the intersection where the men's and women's dormitories branched off.

"Lancelot, please go back. Don't forget about tomorrow's picnic. We will meet on time at Shuxin Lake at two o'clock in the afternoon." After Lilith said this, she turned to leave.

Lancelot really couldn't stand the girl's indifference. He took the girl's arm and asked doubtfully: "Lilith, what happened?"

"Lancelot, I'm very angry." Lilith was wearing a black stand-up collar coat. Under the sunlight at noon, the exposed skin on her neck was so white that it shone.

Lancelot let go of the girl's hand and asked: "Is it because I said something wrong, or is it because of Bolton's words?"

He had obviously never experienced this kind of situation before, and he didn't know how to make a girl happy, so he could only forcefully keep a smile and try to please Lilith.

"Lancelot, I'm not angry because of you." Lilith sighed softly and explained: "It's Leo, and I don't want to have anything to do with him."

The boy was shocked when he heard this: "Why?"

Lancelot remembered that when he introduced himself, Mr. Chris said that Leo was a descendant of the Erics family, and Lilith should be very close to him.

"Lancelot, I don't want to discuss this with you now, but I hope you can stay away from him." Lilith looked directly into the other person's deep eyes, and her tone softened a bit.

"Remember, Leo is dangerous."

After Lilith finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the girls' dormitory.

Lancelot stood there, watching Lilith's figure gradually walking away, and fell into deep thought.

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The next day, the boys' apartment.

The sun is shining, the weather is still clear, and the snow on the road has completely melted. As soon as you open the window, you can have a panoramic view of the rich greenery.

At this time, Lancelot was sitting on the sofa boredly. He raised his head and glanced at the wall clock on the wall. The hour hand was already pointing to one o'clock.

"Frank, are you ready? The appointed time is coming soon."

"Oh, why are you in such a hurry?" Frank poked his head out of the kitchen, held out three fingers and said, "Give me another thirty minutes."

"You've been busy in the kitchen for a long time. Dinah invited us to have a picnic. We don't need to bring food there. Do you need me to emphasize it again?"

"Wait until I finish frying the last few meatloaf, please be patient." Frank seemed not to hear the other party's words, and still said to himself: "By the way, Lancelot, do you think you should put the bottle in the cupboard?"

Bring the leftover red wine too?"

Lancelot covered his forehead speechlessly. It was only today that he discovered that Frank had an almost perverted obsession with eating.

After Lancelot got up in the morning and told Frank about the picnic, the guy seemed to be suffering from mania and rushed into the kitchen to start preparing food for the afternoon picnic.

Lancelot finally gave up the idea of ​​trying to dissuade Frank, closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa. He still remembered the speechless conversation he had with Frank in the morning.

"Frank, Dinah must have prepared enough food. We only need to bring one thing, our hungry bellies." Lancelot stood at the door of the kitchen and saw Frank trying to light a new piece of special charcoal.

"Lancelot, you don't understand anything." Frank's expression became extremely serious and he responded word by word: "Five people, there are five of us in total. Do you know what this concept is? Dinah doesn't

Might get enough food."

Frank snorted disdainfully when he said this: "And I'm afraid she got all the food from the canteen. In this case, is there any essential difference between eating in the canteen?"

"That's what I say, but the purpose of a picnic is not to eat, but to..."

"Lancelot, this is the stupidest thing I have ever heard since I came to Vern." Frank's amber eyes widened, and there was a hint of anger in his tone.

"..." Lancelot choked for a moment, not knowing what to say.

“On the Isle of Gont, dining among friends is a very solemn event, and it would be meaningless without good food.”

Lancelot continued to retort, but his tone was much weaker than before: "I don't think Venn has such a statement, and Lilith..."

"I don't want you to think, I want me to think." Frank interrupted Lancelot and pointed to the sofa helplessly: "Lancelot, you just need to sit on the sofa and have a good rest. I promise,

This would be a perfect picnic.”

"All right……"

So, Lancelot waited idlely on the sofa for six hours. During the process, he also asked several times to help in the kitchen, but without exception, Frank refused ruthlessly.

"Good ingredients need to be in the hands of a qualified chef to bring out their best taste. I'm sorry Lancelot, I can't take risks." Frank said solemnly.

(End of chapter)