Honeysuckle University is located in an area called the 'Oak District' in Xingtu City, where foreigners and immigrants gather in a liberal and decadent atmosphere.

In the Oak District, you can see the traces of the cultural movement of the 'Lost Generation' centuries ago:

Card makers scribble precious "card patterns" on the walls, cardmakers tear cards up and paste them in jazz bars, and the card club enshrines "Kaos, the Lord of Time".

It is said that Kaos is the oldest dragon of creation, unrecognizable, boundless, without beginning and end, and his image is usually regarded as a silver dragon by later generations.

His followers firmly believe that "everything is empty" in the presence of the Lord of Time, and therefore advocates "rejoicing in time".

Jolena understands, but disagrees. She is accustomed to the suffering at the bottom of the fog capital: magic card smuggling, drug addiction, underground duels......

So for her, the value of temperance is far greater than indulgence.

It's spring, the road trees are sprouting new buds, and the big lawn is burrowing a few honeysuckle flowers nicknamed 'honeysuckle'.

Jolena wore a black and red suit, a tie pinned with a honeysuckle school crest, straight wide-legged pants, and black and red leather gloves, and walked down the stone steps.

She has a slender figure, a straight back, a high ponytail swaying gently, red eyes looking ahead, and a side face that gives people a haughty temperament that is difficult to approach.

A few schoolgirls hid behind a tree, their cheeks flushed, and whispered:

"That's what you call Jolena-senpai, right?"

"No, she's a freshman like us, but she didn't show up much last semester."

"Huh...... She looks so pretty, so handsome......"

Honeysuckle University's curriculum is relatively free, and in the first year, students can take classes at home and complete the credits.

Last semester, Jolene got A's in all her homework...... In addition to her hard work, it cannot be ruled out that Mr. Jones may have used his "money power".

Jolena goes to the Sword Club.

She signed up for the Sword Club in the first semester, because the Sword Club has relatively complete training facilities and venues, which is convenient for her to train after class.

The source force value is the foundation of a card master's life, and the methods that want to increase the source force value include but are not limited to meditation, training methods, and breathing methods......

Someone unexpectedly improved the source power between reading a lot of books; Some people travel to the great rivers and mountains, broaden their horizons, and the source power has also grown.

Therefore, the most important thing for a card master is not to follow the rules, but to find their own way.

For Jolena, there is only one way to improve the source power: train yourself day after day and master the skills.

Compared to meditation and breathing, this is almost the stupidest way.

But this is the best for Jolena, the smartest way.

Kendo Club, women's locker room.

Jolena took off her black and red suit and gloves and prepared to change into her training clothes.

There was a knock at the door, and a timid girl named 'Caro' stood at the door and stammered:

"Jolena...... Sister Hilda is looking for you. ”

Hilda is a sophomore in the swordsmanship club, tall and burly, with strong body hair and good strength, and she is not inferior to men in swordsmanship.

"What did she do with me?" Jolene asked.

Carlo's smile was more ugly than crying: "She said that you rarely come to the club...... I want to give it to you, open a small stove, and help you learn swordsmanship. ”

"yes, got it." Jolene spoke calmly, nodded to Carlo, and reached into the closet, "Wait for me to change ...... first"

The voice stopped abruptly, a viscous touch in the palm of her hand, Jolena looked back at the closet, a glass of Coke knocked over on the partition, as if it had been left for a long time, and the liquid had been half-solidified. A puddle of sweet, greasy black liquid emitted an unpleasant smell, and on top of it were white bugs that had come from the smell, and it took a long time for the sticky cola to drip down the open closet.

Jolena took a half step back, glanced at the palm of her hand, her slender and slender fingers were stained with sticky Coke, rubbed her fingers, and turned back, "Do you have a handkerchief, Caro." ”

Carlo glanced back at Hilda, who was wielding a wooden sword on the training ground, and several of her companions beside her, and shook her head cautiously.

Jolena nodded, walked to the sink outside the locker room, unscrewed the faucet with her left hand, but no water came out.

Squirt!

Carlo said with some fear: "Senior Sister Hilda said that today the entire Sword Club repaired the pipes and stopped the water for a day. ”

The sound of waving the wooden sword and breaking the wind still resounds!

"Yes." Jolena's red pupils flickered, and she slowly clasped her palms, "So that's the case." ”

*

Hilda felt that her spring was almost here.

At the beginning of this semester, Shiron, the junior president of the swordsmanship club she admired, took the initiative to shush her, which flattered Hilda.

After all, with her appearance, standing with Shillong is simply "man and nature".

Hilda has devoted herself to fencing since she was a child, and her swordsmanship is all she has, and she has no experience in love. Despite her rugged appearance, Hilda's heart is still a little girl, and she can't resist Shilon, a veteran in the love field, and she is flirted with floating in the clouds in a few words.

Then, Shillong stated his true purpose.

Shillong wants to ask Hilda to create conditions for him and Jolena...... In other words, Shillong has a crush on Jolena, a freshman student.

This is normal, Jolena's father is a federal real estate tycoon, a beautiful person, with a slender waist, long legs and a high ponytail, except for excessive indifference, there are no shortcomings.

Shillong has a bad record and a very bad reputation, but as the senior president of the Sword Club and a veteran of the flower room, he thinks he has this competitive condition, so he plans to let the stupid and naïve Hilda serve as a wingman and play the villain.

Hilda was furious when she learned the truth.

But she didn't have a lot of emotional experience, so she didn't blame the scumbag, but turned her anger on Jolena, thinking that she was the one who got in the way.

Once people are blinded by "love", they always blame their well-intentioned and persuasive friends, rather than seeing the scum clearly and facing the reality.

So, Hilda comes up with a bad idea: provoke Jolena, make her lose her mind, and challenge herself. Then defeat her in a sword duel, warning her not to fight Shillong's idea again.

Putting Coke in the closet and knocking it over, turning off the water valve to stop the water in the entire training room, was childish, but Hilda thought it worked.

Because she saw that Jolena did not change her training clothes, she walked straight to the training ground, as if looking for something.

'Challenge me, Jolene. Hilda continued to swing her sword, the corners of her mouth raised, 'Look at me beating your pretty little face all over the ground for teeth!' ’

Bang la blah.

Hilda heard the sound of water.

'The sound of water? Hilda's heart sank, "I obviously closed the water valve of the entire Sword Fighting Society!" ’

Hilda turned her head to look and saw Jolena standing next to the field, picking up a sports cup in her left hand and pouring drinking water from it.

Bang la blah.

The water splashed on the ground, and Jolena moved gracefully and carefully to wash her right hand.

After washing away the filth, she cast her gaze, and her beautiful red eyes looked at Hilda indifferently.

Hilda trembled: "That's ...... My water glasses! ”

Training consumes a lot of water, and even if the entire sword club stops drinking, Hilda, a professional fencer, will prepare plenty of drinking water.

So the water is cut off and the hands are dirty, it's not a problem, just find Hilda.

"I know it's your water glass."

Jolena bent down, picked up the gloves next to the water glass, wiped her palms slowly, her red pupils were cold, and said, "And your [gloves]. ”

Gloves are an important piece of equipment for a card master, and wiping his hands with Hilda's gloves can be imagined as powerful as he counterattacks.

Carlo opened her mouth wide and looked at the heroic Jolena, with a strong admiration in her heart.

"You, you, mudbloods, good." Hilda was annoyed, "It seems that you have the consciousness of a duel, now, take out your card and have a duel with me, right away!" ”

The mudblood species are similar to 'wild mongrels', and Jolena has lost her mother since she was a child, although she is used to hearing it, but it is somewhat unpleasant to hear.

"It's not a showdown."

Jolene walked over, threw the dry gloves into Hilda's face, and said:

"It's a [duel of honor]."

Hilda subconsciously caught the slippery, fragrant glove, a little stunned.

What she initiated was, Honor Showdown?

Hilda came back to her senses, incredulous.

Bet on the honor, freedom and even life of a card master, honor duel!?

The entire swordsmanship club was silent.

Throwing out the gloves is like completing a ritual.

Jolena's red eyes were indifferent, sweeping past Hilda and her ugly companions.

"Ignore those boring knightly virtues, you guys go together." Jolene said.

……