"I'll tell you why after the whole game, until then, we've been rivals, see you at West Point later!" Capezian smiled and lifted the hem of her skirt, saluted her slightly, and then turned away in style.

This guy looks a little arrogant, but he doesn't seem to be the kind of unreasonable person, he still looks quite imposing and temperamental! Arya looked at her back, tilting her head and silently guessing in her heart.

By the end of the morning game, Arya had just walked out of the competition venue when she heard two anxious calls from behind her: "Arya! ”

She turned her head and saw that it was Anne and Peake!

"Arya! Your hands are all right! Anne hurried to Arya's side, and gently took her right hand in distress, and her eyes were sour.

"Sister Arya! Do you hurt? Peake hugged her waist sadly, refusing to let go.

"It's okay, it's not a serious injury, it'll get better soon! You don't have to worry! Arya's expression was relaxed, she patted Anne's shoulder with her left hand, and rubbed Peake's little head.

"Arya!" Mr. and Mrs. Dushant also ran to their beloved daughter with anxious faces, and they were followed by Percival.

"Arya! My baby! Claire threw herself over and hugged her daughter tightly in her arms, and then gently cupped her face with tears in her eyes: "Do your hands hurt?" ”

"It's not a big deal, it's okay, Mom! I didn't cry, why did you start crying first? Arya smiled helplessly and quickly wiped her mother's tears with her left hand.

"I'm sorry, Arya, it's all my fault that Mom and Dad signed you up without permission and got you hurt." Torris walked up to Arya with a heavy face, his broad palm gently caressing his daughter's long hair.

"It really doesn't matter! Even if you don't sign me up, I'll take the initiative to participate, so it's okay! See! I'm good! Arya crossed her hips with one hand and smiled at everyone as they relented.

"Miss Arya, this is a special wound medicine for the members of the Knights, it works very well, you can try it." Percival walked up to her and placed a small silver vial engraved with a pattern in the palm of her hand.

"Wow! Thank you! Sir Percival! Arya almost screamed excitedly as she looked at the small bottle, the size of her palm, and she wanted to kiss it a few times and rub it against her face, which was given to me by Percival himself!

"Arya, if you hurt your hand, will tomorrow's West Point match be okay?" Anne asked, standing next to her.

"If it doesn't work, my dad and I can postpone the game by two days." Claire looked at Torris, then on her daughter.

"No, Mom, there's no need for that." Arya hurriedly waved her hand, refused her mother's request, and continued: "The more moments like this, the more valuable and attractive the title of champion is for me!" Seeing their daughter's energetic appearance, Mr. and Mrs. Dushante stopped saying anything.

"Okay, let's do tomorrow's game! Mom and Dad still have something to deal with, so let's go first! Torris led Claire to the host's lounge.

"Then I'll send Miss Monroe a bottle of wound too—" Parcival had just taken another bottle of wound medicine from his waist, and before he could finish speaking, Peake jumped up and snatched the wound medicine from his hand.

"Brother Pat, Sister Anne and I are going to deliver medicine to Miss Monroe!" Under Percival's surprised eyes, Peake glanced at Anne.

"Mr. Bethes, Pique and I will go first!" Anne immediately understood, and led Pique into the distance.

What are you doing, it's all gone... The corners of Arya's mouth twitched, she quietly squinted at Percival, and found that he also showed a slightly helpless expression, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and then looked down at Arya: "Then, Miss Arya, I'll also first... Miss Arya! Your hands! Parcival's face changed instantly.

Yes...? Arya raised her right hand in a daze, and found that the blood had penetrated the bandage at some point, staining it bright red.

"Ahh——!?h She was instantly frightened and cleared up.

"Please come with me, I'll help you re-bandage!" Slightly anxious, Parcival gently wrapped his left hand around her thin waist and brought her a little closer to him.

"Uh-oh! Good, good! The mixture of metal and cold scent crept into Arya's nose, her face covered with a hint of crimson, and she followed Percival to a less populated meadow.

Seeing Parcival kneeling on one knee, skillfully helping her change the bandages and sprinkle white wound medicine, Arya pursed her lips and sat on the grass, a throbbing in her heart. His eyelashes were long, his hair looked soft, and his hands looked fair, but in fact they were a little dry, rough and thick, and Arya did not miss a chance to look at him during his bandage change.

It was with such simple hands that he clenched his sword to defeat the enemy and regain the land, and when he thought of this, a trace of tenderness and pity appeared in Arya's heart.

"All right, Miss Arya. Please ask Miss Anne to change the medicine once a day, and it will heal in about 3 to 5 days. After changing the bandages, Percival got up from the ground.

"Okay! Thank you! Arya immediately stood up.

"It's okay, then, I'll miss the company first, I wish you a smooth match tomorrow." Parcival bowed, then turned and walked to the tournament venue.

Seeing the figure of her beloved go away, Arya looked down at her right hand, and after letting out a silly laugh to herself, she clenched her left fist and looked up at the sky with great momentum: "Okay! You won't lose tomorrow! ”

When all the contestants arrived at the final competition venue the next morning, they found that it was a luxurious and huge special baking building, and each table was placed with various baking materials and tools for the competition.

"Haha, this is pretty fun, huh?" Arya picked up one of the star molds and felt very novel.

"Yo, Arya, how are your hands, can you participate in the competition? Yesterday Sir Perseus sent a boy to bring me medicine. Capezian walked over and proudly tapped her left arm with her finger.

"I'm sorry, but yesterday Sir Percival not only came to deliver medicine to me, but also bandaged me himself. Envy? Jealous? That can't be helped, I'm just too attractive. Not to be outdone, Arya jumped around like a bunny in front of Capesan and taunted her in her own way.

Damn! This little girl! Capesan instantly burst into muscles.

After all the contestants arrived, the organizer announced: "The rules of this pastry competition are that all contestants are invited to make a small snack within three hours!" After that, the judges will combine the scores of the three events to select the winner of this competition! ”

Oh! Very good! With a snack, I'm confident! Last year, it was a big cake, it was really scary! Arya glanced at Capezan and saw that there was no joy on her face. Could she be... Not good at this? How could it be, maybe she was trying to do it! I'm going to do it too! This is the final winner! Arya silently cheered herself up in her heart.

"So, the game begins!"

With the organizer's order, all the girls acted instantly, and after a few seconds of thought, Arya also quickly moved her hands. Parcival's wound medicine works so well! The pain has been reduced a lot! As Arya carefully kneaded the dough, she glanced at the judging table and saw that Percival was looking at her, and she immediately blushed and lowered her head. You can't be worried about me! Thinking of this, Arya quickened the movement of her hand.

Ah, by the way, I don't know how Capezan is doing... Arya turned her head to glance at Capezan and found that she was holding two eggs in both hands, and she didn't move, her expression was very panicked and tangled.

What is she doing... Forget it, I don't have time to think about this, it matters when I finish what I have in hand! Arya quickly turned back to focus on the dough in her hand.

After three hours, the whole venue was full of sweetness, as if immersed in a sea of desserts, and all the girls held their small snacks in both hands, waiting in line for the judges to taste the fruits of their labor.

When Arya brought her pastry, the judges let out a low exclamation: a small dark blue cake was placed in the middle of a white plate, decorated with blueberries and white cream flowers, like phantom white flowers floating on the blue water, and sapphires sinking to the bottom.

"Oh! That's pretty good! The taste is fluffy and fluffy, but also incredibly sweet! It's also very beautiful! One of the middle-aged judges exclaimed.

"Miss Arya, does this little snack have a name?" Parcival looked at her and asked.

"My name is Moonflower, my King Wallace." Arya replied with her hands behind her back in a playful tone.

"......" In the laughter of everyone, Percival silently lowered his head to taste the pastry, and an inconspicuous crimson flashed on his face.

After all the contestants had presented their own dim sum, Capezan timidly held the dim sum on the table: the uneven surface of the golden dwarf columnar soft solid, exuding an overly strong hard-boiled egg smell, even a novice pastry novice knew that this kind of dim sum was not even qualified.

What is this, something that looks like egg custard... Pudding...? Jelly...? Arya raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"It's pudding... I... I'm not good at making pastries..."Capezan stood to the side with her head hanging like a child who had done something wrong.

No wonder it behaved diametrically opposed to the swordsmanship project, Arya looked at her back and stood behind silently.

"It's okay, Miss Monroe, if you can improve your skills, you will definitely do better." Percival commented on her solemnly, with a half-eaten moonshine cake and a few other desserts, including Capesian's pudding.

"Yes, thank you, Sir Bertheus." With a wry smile on her face, Capezan lifted her skirt and saluted him slightly.

After the judges have tasted all the desserts, they will start to select the winners based on the combined results of the three competitions. It's finally time to wait! Arya stood in the middle of the contestants and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.