"Uh......" Elaine's rebuttal directly scolded Cook was speechless, turned around in a daze, scratched his head, and didn't even know where to put his gaze.

How naïve is this guy Sherrel, just forcing a person who really cares about himself to be like this?

"If you want me to say, this is Cheryl's fault, you can't be so angry about him, can you?" said Cook, a little speechless.

"That's why I'm angry!" Elaine stomped her foot in hatred, completely abandoning her previous cold stance.

Cook scratched his head in confusion, blinking and looking at Elaine in a daze, he didn't understand the logic of these two people very well.

"If you want to comfort me, I suggest you improve your emotional intelligence first. Elaine looked at Cook's bewildered look, gritted her teeth, stomped her steps, and left without looking back.

Cook stood in place alone, looking at Elaine's back in the distance, only to feel as if his heavenly spirit cover had been pried open, which was the effect of a large amount of intelligence information that could not be processed, and suddenly exploded in his mind.

What do you mean? I came out to comfort people, and I was ridiculed without saying a few words?

These two guys, sure enough, are not normal. Cook lifted his shoulders slightly, sighed with emotion, and strolled to the windowsill of the hallway, watching the sunset in the distance.

Cook suddenly looked fixedly at the end of the distant sky, where wisps of soft golden light shone with the beauty of the sunset, adding a touch of heaviness to Cook's chaotic mood.

He quickly opened the door behind him and shouted in a panic and eagerly, "Teacher, is the class competition over?"

Afra looked at Cook with some surprise and said lightly, "Don't worry, how can the class competition be held in one day." ”

Hearing this, Cook finally let out a long sigh of relief, and his originally tense and heavy heart was also released at this moment.

"However, you were late for the first game because you were in a coma all day, so you have been eliminated. ”

Afra's cold words slammed into Cook's skull like a hammer, causing Cook to hang his head weakly and muttering with a sigh.

"It's not our fault, it's the one who suddenly attacked us. Cook scratched the back of his head, and the vague figure popped up in his mind.

couldn't help frowning, and his expression gradually became gloomy.

Although he didn't have enough evidence to prove that the figure was behind it, when he recalled that figure, Cook's heart was inexplicably filled with anger.

"Do you have any clue about the man who attacked you?" Afra asked abruptly.

"I don't know, but judging by the number of abilities, there should be two people. Cook said with a solemn expression.

"Can you describe those abilities?"

Cook nodded slightly, and immediately described the two abilities he saw to Afra, who also looked pensive after listening to everything.

After a moment of silence, Afra finally stretched out two fingers and whispered to Cook, "According to your description, those two abilities should be [Mist Arrow] and [Falling Flame], both of which are very pure combat abilities. ”

Cook nodded slightly, he didn't give any rebuttal to this, after all, when it came to the study and understanding of abilities, Afra was definitely an authority.

"But strangely, based on your description, these two abilities are a bit overdone. ”

"Over the top?" Cook's eyes twinkled, and he looked at Afra suspiciously.

Afra bowed slightly, and continued: "It's common knowledge in the ability world, all first-order abilities will have a certain efficiency, and this efficiency will limit the ability to cast effects, and will definitely not make the ability infinitely expand and become stronger, unless you break this limit in the next level." ”

"But, from your description, these two abilities have gone beyond the normal first-tier abilities. ”

"So, the person who attacked us is a second-order ability?" Cook asked in a deep voice, frowning.

"It's not. Afra shook her head affirmatively and said, "While it's true that it's beyond the average first-order ability, it's definitely not at the second-tier level. ”

"If it's a second-order ability, think about it, can you really survive?"

Hearing this, Cook couldn't help but bow his head solemnly, his face dark. Indeed, if the other party is really a second-order ability, it means that he is a pure combat type second-order ability, and under his attack, he has no chance of survival.

"If I had to describe it, I feel like I've completely broken through the limit of ability efficiency without advancement!" Afra said in a deep voice, her previously bright eyes flickering with a faint chill.

"Breakthrough Ability Efficiency?" Cook muttered again in confusion, then asked in a deep voice to Afra, "Teacher, is there really a way to break the limit of ability efficiency without advancing?"

"Yes!" Afra said in a cold voice, "as long as you die once, you can come back to life!"

For some reason, when Afra mentioned this, whether it was her tone or her expression, it became very cold, it was a kind of coldness that Cook had never felt, neither full of cold killing intent, nor dissipating all her emotions, just a simple, cold from the depths of her heart.

Driven by a strong curiosity, Cook asked Afra some questions about this again, but the only answer he got was the word "taboo".

"Taboo?" muttered to Cook, leaning against the window of the bus, recalling Afra's cold look as she uttered those two words.

He was very curious about what kind of taboo could make the speechless teacher, who had been indifferent all the year round, show such an expression.

"Brother?" Dai Lisa gently tugged at the corner of Cook's clothes, tilted her head, blinked her big smart eyes, and looked at Cook in confusion.

Cook suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the familiar scene outside the window, touched his nose brightly, and pulled Dai Lisa's soft little hand out of the car.

Fortunately, there was a reminder from Lisa, otherwise it would have been overdone. Cook thought to himself with a little fear that he had started his frugal life since he had made such a hole in the school playground, and he didn't want to waste even a single penny of money.

After a few familiar bends, Cook and Dai Lisa returned to the villa together.

"Brother, what do you want to eat for dinner today?" After returning home, Dai Lisha skillfully put on her little pink apron, opened the freezer compartment of the refrigerator, squatted down, and rummaged around.

"Whatever, Lisa is so good at cooking, everything is delicious. ”

"What's casual again?" Dai Lisa's grumbling voice came from the kitchen and fell into Cook's ears like a clear spring.

Cook leaned his face against the long table with a happy face, and the fatigue and soreness in his body dissipated at this moment, slumping on the table and chair like a ball of plasticine.

It is only at this time of day that Cook can fully relax and relax.

However, today's relaxation time was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the doorbell, and Cook stood up with an irritated look on his face and walked towards the gate of the villa.

"Who!" As soon as the door opened, Cook roared loudly like a vicious dog, baring his teeth and grinning.

"It's me, so fierce that I want to eat people?" Fenris gently slapped a wad of materials on Cook's head, causing Cook's whole body to stiffen in a moment.

Tremblingly stretched out his hands to take down the pile of materials, the corners of Cook's mouth twitched, and the momentum of the whole person suddenly withered.

"Uh...... Fenris, would you like to have dinner together?" The awkward atmosphere was solemn for a long time before Cook slowly held back such a sentence.

"No need, I'm just here to send over the work materials you owe these days, so I won't disturb your serious work. ”

"Work materials?" Hearing this, Cook lowered his head in astonishment, looked at the thick pile of white paper in his hand, and his eyes were about to burst out.

"So much?" Cook swallowed hard, feeling a little dry.

"I'm driving, and the rest is in the trunk. Fenris turned to the side, pointed to a black sedan behind him, showed a mouthful of white front teeth, and smirked.

"Senior, no matter how I say it, I've worked in the office for a while, and I still know very well how much work I do every day, don't try to lie to me. ”

"How could I lie to you, we are the headquarters, how can the workload be less, the few days before you, everyone saw that you were a newcomer, so they took some special care of you. ”

"But...... I don't think you're the kind of person who will take care of the juniors. ”

"That's the virtue that you misunderstood us, taking care of the younger generations, but it is a virtue that has been passed down from generation to generation. ”

Fenris patted Cook's thin shoulder, looking bitter, but the performance was seamless.

Finally, with Cook's personal help, a pile of thick materials was moved into Cook's room, which reminded Cook of the days when he was in that hotel room, numbering day and night.

"This person actually has the breath of Howl on his body?" The illusory voice suddenly sounded, and Cook shrank his shoulders slightly in fright, his face full of black lines.

Of course, he remembered this voice, it was the voice of the man in that mysterious space.

It's not the first time Cook has heard his voice since his last failed advancement.