Chapter 76 - An Awkward Dinner

I just stood frozen in place looking at Damon, while my heart was not as calm as my expression, it was beating excitedly in my chest trying to express the joy I felt after seeing Damon.
　　"Of course it's something important, let's go, I think dinner is ready." Professor Orlando didn't seem to notice the reaction between Damon and me and passed right between me and Damon.
　　I looked up again with a quick glance at Damon, lowered my head again, and followed the professor's footsteps.
　　Damon looked at me with very complex eyes, but with a very stiff expression, which made me feel very awkward.
　　I desperately wanted to meet him, but when I did, I felt embarrassed.
　　Damon stayed silent and just followed me.
　　I could sensitively feel the smell of him exclusively on my body, pressing into my nostrils.
　　Even though there was a step between the two of us, we could still feel the heat from his body, constantly baking my back, and I licked my dry lips and gulped hard.
　　Luckily the ordeal wasn't far and soon I was following the professor to the restaurant.
　　This restaurant is the same as those I saw on TV in the castle, luxurious, atmospheric, welcoming the atmosphere of the thick of history.
　　Rectangular dining table with a dozen chairs placed face to face, while a more luxurious chair was placed at the head of the table directly across from me.
　　The white tablecloth and the red table flag bring a clash of colors that is just enough to make people appetite.
　　At this time the table has been filled with dazzling food, whether I have seen or not, each of which makes you feel their deliciousness.
　　The air was also filled with the distinctive scent of the food, and I even felt my mouth watering as it left the corners of my mouth.
　　Professor Orlando took the first seat at the main table, and soon a servant served him the meal prep.
　　The professor greeted both Damon and me and we both took our seats. Damon sat in the seat to the right of the professor and I chose to sit in the third seat to the left of the professor after taking a look at Damon's position.
　　"Come here and sit next to me." The professor reached out to greet me, very upset that I was sitting so far away from him.
　　I moved as slowly as I could to the first position to the left of the professor, which was directly across from Damon.
　　Damon looked up at me, then turned his eyes back to his phone and didn't look at me again.
　　The professor did not know when there was an extra cane in his hand, hitting Damon's hand that was touching the phone.
　　"Brat, I let you eat, there are guests here, and you still dare to play with your phone." Damon was attacked by the professor this suddenly, without any defense, I watched as a red mark gradually surfaced on the back of his white hand.
　　My heart pounded along with the professor's cane, and my heart ached as I looked at the red marks.
　　Feeling my mood, I mocked myself in my heart: "He doesn't care what you think, and why do you always have to be emotional for the tug,"
　　I tried to restrain myself and calm down.
　　Damon, on the other hand, gave me a look, put away his phone and looked at the professor like a gambler.
　　"Professor I'm so sorry, there was some traffic and I'm late." Just when I thought the atmosphere at the table was very awkward, a loud and clear female voice came across.
　　I was attracted by this nice voice and looked sideways to the entrance of the restaurant.
　　There stood a tall woman in a goose yellow dress, and by my visual inspection it looked like she had at least 1.8 meters of height.
　　In addition to having such a tall height, her figure also made me secretly envious, a standard nine-headed body, long slender thighs as she walked, hidden beneath the high-cut skirt.
　　It was clear that this woman was the stern teacher the professor had told me about.
　　"It's always worth waiting for a beautiful woman." The professor did not have the slightest intention of blaming.
　　The woman walked with long legs to the professor's side and came to a close with the seated professor.
　　Then came up to Damon's side, and likewise tried to give him a close-faced salute, which Damon side-stepped to avoid.
　　"You still resist contact with women like that." The woman didn't get angry when she saw Damon avoiding her, but laughed more happily.
　　Clearly, she seemed to be feeling very happy about molesting Damon in this way.
　　"You're still such a malcontent." Damon said to the woman, only in a very cold tone.
　　Compared to the woman's passion, he is like an Arctic glacier that makes people feel cold and piercing.
　　The woman did not care about Damon's comments about herself, she very skillfully pulled out the seat and sat next to Damon.
　　 I saw Damon's eyebrows knit together and finally said nothing.
　　"Selena, this is the teacher who is about to give you a month-long devil training, Yura."
　　Yura looked at me with raised eyebrows, her blue eyes showing great interest in me.
　　I just saw her cross her elbows on the dining table and look at me carefully.
　　"A nice beauty indeed, no wonder she was able to get the teacher's favor." Yura looked me up and down for a long time and finally said.
　　She gave me a friendly smile, with a bad grin at the corner of her mouth that bore some resemblance to Damon's.
　　"However, I'm not as gentle as a teacher, so you should be prepared to follow me." Yura raised her eyebrows, her tone still full of light-hearted banter.
　　Even though I have seen many big scenes, it was the first time I saw a beauty with a super hot body and a hot personality like Yura, and I was a little nervous for a while.
　　Before I could speak, Damon across the table spoke first; "With the way you teach, there is not a single real student until now, all of them are tortured away by you."
　　Damon's eyes looked at the plate in front of him, unable to read his expression.
　　Yura seems to have long been used to such comments from Damon and did not get angry, but defended herself, "That's because they are too weak, as I said I am a devil trainer."
　　"How about it, little girl, are you sure you want me to train you?" Yura shifted her gaze to me again.
　　Hearing even Damon say so, that I did not flinch in my heart that is a lie, but I looked at the professor looked at me expectantly, and then looked at Damon who still looked at the plate without looking at me, I clenched my fist.
　　"Although I'm not a professional runway model, I believe the professor chose me because he believed I could do it."
　　I looked closely at Yura, my gaze firm and my tone full of confidence.
　　"Then let me see how much perseverance you really have." The smile on the corner of Yura's mouth widened again, and her eyes narrowed into crescents with a smile as she said to me.