Chapter 522: Daily (six)

"I think I can rescue it again..."
"Forget it, Fletta." In the sword arena, two seniors, a man and a woman, seemed to be talking quietly. Fryda, who is slender but has a strong sense of fitness, is the president of the fencing club, but her usual style has always made people think that she is actually an insignificant Huaping. The one beside him always has broken hair. , The tall and magnificent Rodkins is the number one master of the fencing club. As everyone knows, in actual combat, the seemingly weak girl has maintained a record of victory against the mighty man named Rodkins— -There is no room for resistance at all, it can be described as a complete crush.
However, the tone of the conversation between the two at this moment seemed a little gloomy, and they didn't know what happened.
"All right... listen to you. After all, you are a boy and understand his thoughts better... Maybe..." Freida sighed, "Let them solve it by themselves."
"That's fine." Rodkins nodded, and then fell into deep thought: "But...Patrick, what the is going on...Although he is usually that arrogant, but this time, it still feels like nothing. That's right..."

In a corner of the playground, in addition to a few hundred-year-old trees, there is also a small open space, and a few grass men and targets are erected crookedly. And around this small martial arts field, there was no one inhabited except for a handsome brunette boy. Holding a rapier used in the Imperial Palace Swordsmanship Competition, he took a deep breath, and then launched a fierce attack on the target and the grass man in front of him.
Pick, stab, and slash-although in the eyes of a real master, this kind of swordsmanship is not mature enough, the strength is not precise enough, and the angle and speed are also not top-level-but that serious appearance and attitude will still win some Cheers and applause.
"Huh...huh..." Looking at the cut grass man and the target that had been drawn densely by the sword, Allen showed a triumphant smile-just for a moment, and then he fell into another one. In a frowning gesture.
There is no other reason-just because the inner obsession is too entangled.
"Brecht...I..." He whispered the name of the excellent childhood sweetheart, aside from helplessness, there was bitterness in his heart.
It's like a cruel joke-can you really have that qualification?
"..." The dull footsteps interrupted Allen's thoughts. Following the reputation, the appearance of a figure made his inner loss and unwillingness aggravated.
A scenic figure in the school, one of the most present among the first-year students, an active person in the noble class, and at the same time achieved good results in many courses, a descendant of one of the "four famous" Patrick Haynes, wearing his neat white aristocratic class uniform, walked towards Allen with a gloomy expression, carrying a sharp sword in his hand, the same style as Allen's practice sword.
Seeing Patrick coming over, Allen became obviously nervous and flustered. After a while, his breathing became rapid, and his moves became unstable.
"Huh..." Patrick snorted softly, without looking at Allen again, and walked past the latter to the dummy that Allen was practicing just now. Then, using more precise and powerful tricks than Allen had just practiced, he vented the grass man in front of him into fragments.
"..." Allen was silent. When Patrick appeared, all the unwillingness and anger in his heart surged in that moment. But as Patrick gradually approached, he lost the confidence to face this "oppression".
Ever since the swordsmanship competition was easily defeated by the opponent, coupled with continuous ridicule, he has been unable to raise his head in front of this aristocratic man who was overwhelmed but outperformed him in all aspects.
I'm so useless. Allen thought sadly, turned and left.
"...You..." Patrick noticed Alan's actions. He wanted to turn around and say something, but his lips moved and he still couldn't say anything.
"Ah..." After immersing himself in a muffled voice, Allen ran into someone, and, caught off guard, Allen fell directly to the ground. On the contrary-the person he hit seemed to be nothing at all.
"...I said." Heliga-the person who was hit looked at Alan's expression and curled his lips. "What happened?"
Although Allen walked eagerly, his movements were actually considered slow to Heliga. Heliga could have avoided it-but when he saw Patrick and their movements from a distance, he vaguely guessed what had happened.
And he also remembered that on the first day he came to Tolz, Patrick, for some reason, called himself very angrily to the empty sword arena at the time-and the only thing left to practice at that time was Now this cowardly boy next to Patrick.
It seems that what happened to him and Patrick? I heard from Fei that Patrick's dissatisfaction with Class VII was because Class VII defeated Class I in the mid-term exam and actual combat test-or in the case that Class VII let Laura and Fei two super masters. Therefore, this dissatisfaction was in a sense just an unintentional roar of the defeated dog-it was even his huge mistake to find Shanghai Lijia.
However, if this kind of emotion has been entangled with Patrick all the time-will he not think about it for a while, and vent this anger to other students?
For example, Alan in front of him may be such a victim.
So, after thinking about it a bit, Heliga decided to intervene a little bit. Although it wasn't a major event, since I might have played a role in this incident.
"You are..." Allen raised his head and looked at the boy in front of him--seems to be a new transfer student?
Immediately afterwards, Allen immediately remembered the scene-although it was too far away to see it unrealistically, Allen was certain that it was this new transfer student who humiliated Patrick severely that day. Of course for Heliga, it was just playing, but in Allen's eyes it was already a complete sling.
"Heliga." Heliga briefly introduced herself, and stretched out her hand to easily pull Allen up from the ground, "Sorry... I bumped into you. Are you okay."
"No...I'm okay." Allen grinned reluctantly. Such an existence is even more a person that I can't climb. "I walked accidentally..."
"It's nothing...Ah, yes, by the way, I'm looking for the venue for the fencing club now." Heliga said, "I heard people say that senior Rodkins is very strong, so I want to ask him for advice... Do you know How do you go? As you know, I have only been here for a week and I am not particularly familiar with it..."
"I know." Allen was sad, he shouldn't have the right to go back to that place anymore, "just..."
"Great." Heliga's eyes lit up, then we'll go over now—
"Hello?" Allen was surprised to find that he was being dragged away passively, and he had no ability to resist.