“There’s no need to be so polite,” Albert replied gently.
“Are you here to see a friend?”
“I’m visiting a professor and was about to return.”
“I hope we haven’t disrupted your schedule,” Wilhelmina Mina glanced at her watch. “I wonder if you’d like to have lunch with me in the cafeteria.”
“It would be my honor,” said Albert, his eyes clear and gentle.
Patrick suddenly snorted in contempt. Albert’s gaze turned to him, and although he smiled gently, his eyes were sharp, making the boy shiver involuntarily.
The vehicle took only three minutes to reach the school infirmary. The adjutant carried Patrick to see the doctor while Wilhelmina Mina and Albert continued to the cafeteria.
The Fourth Cafeteria was a four-story building with three floors of public dining areas and a fourth housing a coffee house, tea shop, book bar, and small independent restaurants.
In the Italian pizza restaurant, Albert ordered a bacon and bell pepper double cheese pizza, two fruit juices, a plate of fries, and two salads. Wilhelmina Mina watched him elegantly pick up a knife and fork to cut the pizza, then decisively grab it with his hand and take a big bite.
“This chain pizza always tastes good,” Albert said. “There are two branches in the military school, and they’re quite popular. Aren’t you eating?”
Wilhelmina Mina hurriedly grabbed a slice of pizza, staring at Albert’s unrefined way of eating, yet he still looked elegant. Albert wore his military school uniform, a simple and crisp black outfit with silver lines that highlighted his tall, slender figure. His neat chestnut hair and eyes like water-colored crystals added to his refined appearance.
Noticing Wilhelmina Mina’s gaze, Albert explained the badges pinned to his chest: “This is the intermediate department brotherhood president’s badge, and this one is an award from the previous youth military competition.”
“Oh?” Wilhelmina Mina was interested. “Which category?”
The young man smiled humbly, “The all-around category.”
The girl’s eyes widened in surprise, looking particularly cute. Albert watched her with interest and laughed.
“You’re really impressive,” the girl sincerely praised. “Is military school interesting?”
“That depends on how you understand ‘interesting’,” Albert replied. “If you like mechanics, spaceships, strict schedules, and dizzying high-speed flights in space, then you might find it interesting.”
