Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 98

Chapter 98 – Historical Roleplay: The Silver Mermaid Legend

Wayne Academy Silver Island Field Trip – Day 4, Evening

The bonfire roared to life at the center of the shore—flames licking high, sparks dancing into the night like reckless wishes.

Someone dragged out a massive speaker.

Someone else hit play.

And just like that— Elite teenagers turned feral.

No teachers.
No curfew.
No rules.

Just red cups filled with "Definitely Not Rum", music thundering through the sand, and laughter louder than the crashing waves.

Hotel Spa

Steam curled through the air as the female teachers lounged in the hot tub, robes loose, cucumber slices slipping off their eyes.

Ms. Soria Meriden sat among them, elegant even in relaxation.

"If one of those kids drowns," one teacher sighed, sipping her drink, "I'm not doing CPR unless he's cute."

"Zatariel?" another teased.

"I'll save him twice."

Laughter erupted. Glasses clinked. More wine was poured.

Billiards Lounge

Across the resort, the male teachers were no better.

Cheers echoed as Zaren sank another clean shot, cue stick spinning lazily in his hand. A plate of grilled squid sat abandoned nearby.

"I'm telling you," one teacher said, "Asha's a firecracker with zero safety regulations."

"Jayson, though," another added. "That kid's already a father of three in spirit."

Zaren snorted.

"He's been forty since birth," he said dryly. "Just like the President."

Back to the Beach

The party had only grown louder.

In the middle of a dancing circle, Miexha—still wrapped in her chaotic pajama ensemble—was pulled into the rhythm.

Her movements were small, shyly dancing with the crowd.

Her laughter rang clear, cheeks flushed pink, glittered buns bouncing with every step.

And somehow... That was enough to make people stare.

Not everyone was enjoying it.

Jayson sat stiffly on a beach mat, arms crossed, nursing a can of cola like it was something far stronger.

His eyes never left her.

"She's going to twist an ankle," he muttered.

A spin—too fast.

"Or slip—"

Someone shouted nearby.

He flinched.

Miexha just laughed.

Jayson exhaled slowly, staring down at his now-warm drink.

"...This was a mistake."

Across the sand— Zatariel had reached his limit.

"Are you brain-dead?!" he snapped, towering over a startled Section 7 boy.

"It was just your foot—"