The voice was like a bright searchlight, and it suddenly caught Al in the corner off guard, and everyone's eyes looked there.

Sure enough, it was him.

The apprentice boy, who had been wearing a cloak all day and always seemed a little out of place, was sitting quietly in the corner in a daze, as if he had turned a deaf ear to everything around him.

He wasn't laughing.

Except for a few people, everyone in the class was laughing, or there was a hint of a smile on his face, but the boy named Al did not smile.

He sat there like a piece of wood.

He was in a daze.

This did not surprise the other apprentices, and Al took such a statement for granted.

After someone writes a love letter and is rejected, it won't feel good to be ridiculed by the female classmates in the class.

Laughing and laughing, some people felt a little sympathy for the lonely figure sitting in the corner.

It's naïve (stupid) for this El to do such a thing.

If the other apprentices in the class had written a letter like this to Mary, then perhaps there were still people in the class who thought it was framing, but if it was the Al......

One qiē may make sense.

After all, it was a person who had just entered school and received such a strange nickname as 'Chest Masseur', so it would not be surprising that he could do such a thing.

Some time ago, there were rumors that Al was the son of a hermitage mage, but now there are fewer and fewer people in the class who believe in this statement.

Moreover, there were also people in the class who had witnessed that Al's financial situation seemed to be very poor, even worse than that of an apprentice from an ordinary family.

I heard that all the clothes he weared, used, and lived in were provided by the school, except for some clothes and books he had brought with him, he was never seen to buy anything new, and when he was in the school cafeteria, many of his fellow apprentices saw with their own eyes that Al ate the cheapest black bread and drank water, and it was almost to the point where people would feel miserable.

Such a person is simply from a destitute family, right?

People like poverty, lack of common sense, and secondary 2 (wearing a cloak all day long) are afraid that they will not be welcomed anywhere, and at most they will become the object of ridicule.

What if he had talent?

Such people, such people, such people......

The gaze that comes to Al from all directions is extremely complex, some are purely funny, some are sympathetic, some are speechless, some are mocking and cold, some are disgusted and forced, and some are purely looking at clowns......

Long Chen sat diagonally behind Mary, so when the girl read the letter, he could clearly read the letter in the girl's hand and the words on it.

The text did look like Al's notes.

But it's just like that.

Long Chen, who has a smart brain, called up the video of the notes of his classmates he had seen before, and almost instantly found out who the real prisoner was.

Philip.

The apprentice who began with a high-profile claim to have been born into a family of mages.

At this moment, that Philip looked at Al who was being forced by him with a satisfied and smug smile on his face.

Do you feel like you've won?

Long Chen felt a little funny.

The reason why this Philip would rectify El like this Long Chen is actually clear, because he once witnessed the other party with someone who wanted to repair El but was instead taught a lesson by El, after this incident happened, Philip was still honest for a long time, at that time Long Chen thought that he would just swallow his anger, but he didn't expect him to give up yet.

Do you want such a trick when you know that you can't conquer the other party by force?

It's disgusting enough.

Why can't these characters jump out in front of them and taunt Al a few words fiercely, or even directly do it, and then be slapped in the face by Al like the common villains they have seen on Earth before?

It's disgusting to hide in a corner like a rat and plan these ridiculously naïve intrigues.

Long Chen thought so in his heart.

Wait?When did I automatically bring this cloaked otherworldly native into the role of the protagonist of the novel? I have read too many novels, even if I think of novels, I should also bring myself into the role of the protagonist, after all, I am a person with a golden finger like Zhi Brain, no matter how I look at it, I should be destined to become the protagonist of the novel!

Wait! Stop thinking about it, I've read too many novels.

Long Chen shook his head fiercely, dispelling these strange thoughts in his heart.

The other side.

Philip was delighted to see Al sitting motionless like a piece of wood, and if there were only two words to describe it, it would be very cool.

It is a kind of refreshing feeling similar to the revenge of the big revenge and the villain's will.

Philip had been very displeased with Al before, so after class that day, he found a few of his followers who had come to Ceylon with him to study, and was ready to teach each other a good lesson, something they had done countless times in the previous city.

But what I didn't expect at all was that the other party was very hard, very hard, so hard that no one on Philip's side could even finish reciting a spell, and everyone was knocked out.

It's not a level of combat power at all.

Such a strong force, Philip has only seen in the few official knight-level guards in the family, maybe worse than the real official knight (this is only Philip's opinion), but if he is really just a teenager under the cloak, such skills at such an age are also quite terrifying.

So after being repaired, Philip was very honest for a while, for fear of provoking something he couldn't mess with.

But Philip waited for a while, but received no warning or reminder from anyone else, and then he heard that the cloaked boy Al was a poor boy who couldn't even afford to eat, which rekindled Philip's pent-up anger.

It's just a poor ghost with no background! Barbarian! Hillbilly!

I was beaten up by such a waste!

The shame burned the skin of Philip's cheeks, making him feel a burning pain, and the anger ignited Philip's heart, making him feel like he couldn't bear it for a minute.

You have to get revenge!

Directly it is obviously not possible, the opponent's force value is too terrifying, once the head-on conflict of their own side will definitely have no power to parry, even if they prepare in advance, it is completely useless, the other party has the skills close to the official knight, repairing a few mage apprentices like themselves is not as simple as chopping melons and cutting vegetables.

Then, come to the yin.

If you can't do anything about your opponent for the time being, then it is much more useful to stink him, make him dirty, and discredit him than to teach him a lesson.

This is what Philip's father once said to him.

You know, Philip's father was not just a mage, he was also a nobleman.

Although the aristocracy is not only dark and vicious, as some works of fiction portray, it is fair to say that the aristocracy is more aware of the use of shady means than ordinary people, and knows better how to hand a sharp blade to an opponent in a graceful smile.

Seeing Al sitting motionless in the corner like a dead dog, Philip's heart was filled with the pleasure of revenge at this moment.

How's it going? Aren't you very good at fighting? Stupid muscular, come and hit me!

These words may seem hysterical, but it is not too surprising to say them from a person who has been smooth sailing since he was a child, but now does not even have the courage and ability to take revenge head-on.