Chapter 13 I Want To Meet With Rosalie

• Following my adept maneuvering of the controls, I placed various bets. After pressing the start button, the reels with colorful symbols spun. To my surprise, I hit the jackpot right away.
• I watched the flickering lights of the slot machine and pressed the coin return button. A rustling sound echoed as the machine dropped over a hundred coins all at once.
• After pocketing the coins, I played a few more rounds, hitting jackpots each time.
• As expected, the vendor had only preloaded around five hundred coins in the machine, and they were all mine.
• “Hey, Mr. Warren, can you come over?” I raised my voice and yelled toward the door.
• After a short while, Gavin walked in and asked, “What's up, bro?”
• With a sense of pride, I pointed at the pile of coins before me.
• “Sorry, Mr. Warren, I'm on a roll today and accidentally cleaned out this machine!”
• Upon seeing the pile of coins, Gavin was clearly taken aback, not expecting that I could do that.
• Gavin tossed me a cigarette, lighting one for himself and taking a drag.
• “Not bad, bro! I've underestimated you. You're a real pro!”
• “I won't take the money I won. I just played this for fun!” I said generously, though inwardly, I was reluctant to part with the money. After all, it was over five hundred. That was half a month's salary for me.
• While I was in prison, I heard from my inmates that when one gambled in such illegal venues, one either had the luck to win or was doomed to lose everything.
• Furthermore, even though I had a good impression of Gavin, it was only our second meeting. Plus, Matthias mentioned that the owner of Sea Arcade had some beef with Tigre, so I didn't know if Gavin would give me a hard time.
• Upon hearing my words, Gavin scoffed, “You're quite an interesting fellow, I'd like to be friends with you!”
• “Um...”
• I said with a troubled expression, “Mr. Warren, you're a good guy, but I heard from Matthias... that there seems to be some friction between our bosses!”
• Gavin laughed. “They had disagreements, but what does that have to do with us, right?”
• I nodded, agreeing with Gavin. Besides, I quite liked his personality and wanted to befriend him.
• “Want a drink?” Gavin asked, raising an eyebrow.
• “Sure, but don't make too much, I still have to work this afternoon!”
• At my agreement, Gavin stepped out and gave a few instructions to his two lackeys. He then led me out of the arcade and into a grey Jetta parked at the entrance.
• As I settled into the passenger seat, the chilly atmosphere in the car sent a shiver down my spine. I watched Gavin start the car, his casual yet stylish way of shifting gears stirring a wave of envy within me.
• I even wondered if I had my own car one day and enough money in my pocket, would it erase my inferiority complex? Would I then have the courage to meet with Rosalie openly and without fear?
• With that in mind, I cautiously asked, “Mr. Warren, could you take me to the Bronzestad University of Technology first?”
• Gavin looked at me, his face full of confusion. “What are you going to do at the Bronzestad University of Technology?”
• I pondered for a moment before sharing my desire to see Rosalie with Gavin.
• After hearing what I had to say, Gavin scoffed, looking at me with disdain.
• “Bro, you're quite the hopeless romantic. To put it bluntly, it's been three years, she might not remember you at all! Furthermore, in university, there are plenty of outstanding men, many of them silver-spooned kids. Who knows, she might just fancy rich men!”
• Gavin's words felt like a sledgehammer. Even though I was worried about the same thing, I still found myself retorting, “She is not a gold-digger!”
• Gavin scoffed with a dismissive laugh. “Bro, there's no such thing as a gold-digger in this world. If she's not into you, it's probably because you're not up to par. Once you're rich, women will flock to you, and you won't be calling them gold-diggers then! Let's go. Since my romantic buddy has spoken, I'll make sure you two meet no matter what!”
• Upon hearing this, I was taken aback and questioned, “Mr. Warren, there are so many people in the university, how will you find her? You don't even know her, do you?”
• Gavin merely smiled, not saying a word. Instead, he started the car and drove toward the Bronzestad University of Technology.
• While driving, Gavin made a call.
• “Hello? Is this the academic affairs office of the Bronzestad University of Technology?”
• After a pause, he explained, “Ah, could you help me locate a student named Rosalie Willow? I'm her uncle from the countryside, I've brought her some souvenirs.”
• After that, he cheerfully said, “All right. Okay!”
• After hanging up the phone, Gavin turned to look at my confused face and chuckled. “Done. Rosalie Willow, a biotechnology major, lives in Dorm No. 3.”
• “Holy crap, you're impressive!” I gave Gavin a thumbs up. I had to admit, the young lad was quick-witted. He actually thought of calling the academic affairs office to find her.
• Half an hour later, Gavin drove to the university campus. After asking several students along the way, he found the location of Dorm No. 3.
• Upon reaching Dorm No. 3, Gavin and I leaned against the car door together. Gavin, with his roguish charm and the way he casually blew a cloud of smoke, drew many glances from the passing female students.
• Feeling somewhat embarrassed by the stares I was getting, I turned my head and cleared my throat.