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In the afternoon, Alina was in a good mood, humming a little tune and arriving early in the new classroom, the second grade class R. There were few people in the spacious classroom, and she stepped up to the podium, her eyes swept over the many empty seats, and noticed a familiar thin figure, which she looked closer, and what a coincidence, it was Krendil.

He kept his head down and read carefully, with a neat pile of notes in his hand, so he didn't notice the arrival of the silver-haired girl.

"Clendil, are you there too?"

The emaciated teenager was startled, and he looked up, "Alina?"

"Did I scare you?" a ceremonial smile appeared on the half-elf girl's face, "Do you suggest I sit next to you?"

"When... Of course. His face flushed with a faint flush.

The desks in the academy were all two-person desks, although the tables were large enough for two Clendils to lie on. But being so close to the girl of her dreams for the first time was a blissful ordeal for Krendil.

"Can you lend me your notes?"

"Uh... This one. Krendil was very embarrassed, he was not unhappy, but for him with low self-esteem, it was a very difficult thing to hand his rough homemade notebook to the girl he liked.

"I'm a transfer student and need notes, can you help me?" Alina's melodious voice seemed to be gently ringing a silver bell in her ear. Ignoring his low self-esteem, Clendil immediately handed Alina a yellowed notebook, and immediately buried his face in the textbook.

"Can you tell me what this means?"

Krendil turned his head. He saw that Alina was pointing with her index finger at a passage on the rough paper. Against the backdrop of that slender, graceful finger, his notebook didn't even look like used toilet paper. He even felt a sense of guilt for soiling her hands. But fortunately, Alina is wearing thin silk gloves today, or Clendir would have died of embarrassment. Luckily, Clendil now doesn't smell of sour cucumbers, otherwise he would have run out of the door in shame.

Clendil picked up his pen and explained as carefully as he could, keeping as far distance as possible from Alina.

Although Clendeir's notebook was rough, it was a stack of rough and yellowed paper tied with a few strings. But the handwriting on it was neat, and Krendil's words were easy to understand, so Alina secretly congratulated herself on finding a good tablemate, so she decided to hug Xueba's thighs.

Just as Alina was immersed in the ocean of knowledge, a somewhat shrill female voice broke the good learning atmosphere.

"Alian, why are you here?" Alina looked up and saw Jessica pointing at her angrily, "You're really haunted. ”

The silver-haired girl looked at Jessica strangely, she was like a hen that had eaten gunpowder, cooing and cooing,

"What tricks are you going to do? What is the purpose of this shameless woman who deliberately used her relationship to intervene in this class and come to me?"

"I..."

As soon as Alina spoke, she was interrupted.

And I had a great chat with a boy who had completely given up his taste in clothing and was willing to fall into depravity. ”

"I think you're suffering from heat stroke. ”

"Yes, I'm glad I was forced by your tricks. She glanced at Clendil, "Your new friend, are you researching toilet paper?" ”

Toilet paper? She actually called the book he spent looking at, making it by hand, and then taking notes carefully? Jessica's words were like a dagger, just stuck in his soft underbelly. His mind buzzed and he lost his mind.

"Even like toilet paper, it's more than your brain. Crendil jerked to his feet, straight-backed, and stared at Jessica. It occurred to him that the other party was a member of the Eternal Nobles, but as soon as he remembered that it was she who had been slandering Alina, he mustered up the courage again and stared into Jessica's eyes.

"Hehehe, Clendil. It's too biased to say this, and I can't see knowledge or anything. Alina let out a chuckle, her gaze swept over the brown-haired girl's breasts, and she let out a deliberate lamentation, shaking her head, "But something that can be seen is not only inferior to 'toilet paper', but it also seems to have no future. ”

"Okay. The brown-haired girl crossed her waist and threw a killer move, "You insulted me, do you dare to accept my gladiatorial invitation?"

For the nobles who talk about honor, not accepting the duel invitation is a faceless behavior, and even more faceless than failure.

"Unless you fight me. Alina propped her chin on her and looked at her defiantly, "I'm not going to surrender myself to fight your savage gladiators. ”

If you don't have a vassal, you can casually refuse invitations to gladiatorial fights from other nobles, which is one of the reasons why Cristina doesn't accept vassals.

Jessica glared at her, "You'll do it sooner or later." ”

With that, she gave a meaningful look and turned to her seat.

"She's probably mad, where did we just go?" said Alina, looking as if nothing had happened.

But, contrary to her, Krendil was anxious and full of fear. All kinds of dark, exaggerated stories of aristocratic revenge appeared in his mind, one more terrifying than the other, and one more exaggerated than the other. Jessica's meaningful eyes, in particular, made him panic.

Thankfully, class would have started in a short time, or even Alina would have sensed that something was wrong with him.

The bell rang for the end of class.

"Krendil, can you lend me your notebook?"

"Absolutely. ”

Alina glanced at the emaciated red-haired boy and noticed that his face, which had been slightly vegetable, had turned pale. However, this little thing was forgotten by her at once, and the thought that Frogissa would personally guide her in the evening left behind her unhappiness with Jessica.

Things always get worse, and they often come when you're at ease. Three days later, just as Krendil had forgotten about it, a letter from home arrived in his bedroom.

Krendil's face turned pale as he read the letter, like a sick man after a serious illness, slumped limply in his chair, and the second letter that followed made him jump out of his chair at once. He looked at the gladiatorial invitation, gritted his teeth, and signed his name......

"Is there anything she is doing?"

A pair of bloodshot crocodile eyes appeared behind the flickering candle flame.

"There was no movement, and she was either out to a banquet with Miss Christina or training with Flogisa all day. He paused, stroking the ring on his little finger, "Could this be a trick of the Church of Shadows?"

"Even if she's not a spy for the Empire, she's still a very dangerous figure. ”

"Maybe it's a misunderstanding, but she doesn't look like someone who would ruin our great cause. ”

"You're soft-hearted again. "I can't tolerate the slightest bit of failure, she has to disappear from under my nose." ”

He shook his head, he had been at odds with Derek on the matter, and had argued several times.

"It's better to focus more on the empty boat thing. ”

"Huh. Derek sneered, "The decaying empire won't notice anything wrong, and that thing will work out." ”

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