Chapter 76 You smell like lies, cough, and a strange woman!
"You're really going too far. I clearly want to make friends with you sincerely."
Curitis didn't care about Alfred's threat at all, and replied with a smile and a shrug.
"Go to the library and find a few more dictionaries to find out the meaning of 'sincerity' before you tell others about it. So, what do you want to do with me?"
"In fact, our Brunhilde class is now at a clear disadvantage compared to the Hera class. If possible, we hope to work together with everyone in the Noren class."
"Huh? You should pick someone more worthy. There are only seven of us in the class."
Alfred complained with a dumbfounded expression.
"Numbers are not a problem. I know that everyone in Noren's class is very capable. Besides, if Elect is willing to agree to my request now, he will surely be able to gather the other six people."
Curitis replied.
"You think too highly of me. No one except Leonard will listen to me."
"You're joking. I think if it's your suggestion, everyone in Noren class will be happy to adopt it."
(Tsk, this guy who never tells the truth is really annoying. What on earth is he trying to do?)
Alfred felt a little annoyed and decided to get straight to the point and ask Curitis's real purpose.
"So, Guy, what exactly do you want to do? Since we want to cooperate, sincerity is an indispensable condition. I don't think you are the kind of person who is narrow-minded and would be obsessed with a small victory or defeat in school."
"I didn't expect you to think so highly of me. It's really an honor."
"No, what I just said was actually sarcastic... huh?"
Alfred sniffed and suddenly felt something was unnatural.
He moved a little closer to Curitis.
(It’s really strange… Even if it’s just a normal scent from contact, isn’t the smell on his body a bit too strong?)
Alfred grabbed Curitis' wrist and pulled his body towards him roughly.
"Mr. Elect, what are you doing all of a sudden? Aren't you not interested in that?!"
Curtis, who had been wearing a fake smile and acting as if he was at ease, suddenly became panicked.
"What kind of interest do you have? What on earth did you misunderstand?"
Alfred was dumbfounded by Curitis and a little confused about what he said.
"Then why did you suddenly grab my hand? And what were you doing just now?!"
"I didn't grab your hand, it was just your wrist, there's no need to make such a fuss, right? Also, although I don't intend to comment on other people's interests, some things are better to be restrained."
Alfred warned with a sly smile.
"Moderation...what on earth are you talking about?"
Curitis asked in surprise.
This time it was his turn to be confused and didn't understand what Alfred was talking about.
(Hmm...should I explain it in detail?)
Curitis's reaction made Alfred make this judgment in his heart.
"That's it. I really don't understand why a boy like you would have such a strong feminine body odor on you... Although the school doesn't care too much about that, you should be more restrained."
Alfred was also a little embarrassed when he explained.
After all, this kind of thing involves the other person's private life, and it's not easy for him as an outsider to say anything.
However, raising this issue may help the annoying Curitis stop bothering me.
After much hesitation, Alfred decided to explain to Curtis in a more explicit way.
“W-what, you, you…”
It took Curitis a long time to react before he stared at Alfred in shock.
His mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
Finally, as if giving up, Kuritis's cheeks, which were more pale than fair, turned red, and he rushed out as fast as Liliana.
When Curtis left, Alfred clearly heard him curse him with words like pervert, devil, etc.
(Hmm? This guy is really a bit too playful, so he's so angry, right?)
Alfred looked at Curitis' back in confusion.
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“Huha, huha… Damn it, I’m here to be a puppeteer, why do I have to run long distances like I do in the physical test at school?! And, huha, what a joke…”
Roderick complained as he gasped for air.
He said he would go to Morgan no matter what and would never attend Webster's practical class again.
In his previous life, he was a nerd who didn't know how to exercise at all. In this life, he became a spoiled aristocratic dandy who had never endured any hardship or exercise.
Roderick felt that instead of running twenty kilometers, it would be better to just take his own life.
But looking at Webster, who was standing at the edge of the field with his arms folded and staring at the students, he dared not say anything.
Although Webster's tone of voice was relatively friendly and kind, Roderick knew that he was definitely the type of person who could be scary when he got angry.
The scar on Webster's face alone is scary enough to look at.
Although in terms of position, Roderick, who comes from an earl's family, may be stronger.
But in terms of aura, he lost to Webster by a large margin.
It's not just him, most of the other dissatisfied noble children are in the same situation, right?
(Damn it, I will be successful sooner or later and make you guys suffer.)
Roderick panted and swore a vow in his heart.
While he was swearing, two girls passed him from behind.
It's Adelaide and Ella.
"Mr. Lespinas, give it a try. We only have twelve laps left to finish."
Adelaide pulled Ella's hand and encouraged her.
"Okay, huha, okay, I will keep working hard."
Ellaje responded breathlessly.
Edward, on the other hand, performed with ease, as if he had not exerted much effort in running the previous thirteen laps.
"Well, I'll accompany you... Anyway, let's do our best."
Adelaide showed a complicated expression and replied with sadness flashing in his eyes.
"Well, thank you, Bartlett... Huh, from now on, can I just call you Adelaide? Huh, then, huh, I want to be friends with you..."
"That's no problem, but please stop talking. We can talk about this after we finish running."
Adelaide interrupted Ella with a wry smile.
"Okay, okay!"
Ella seemed to have mustered up some energy and clenched her fists to encourage herself.