Chapter 117 Puppet Showdown in Practical Class (1)
And because librarians were hard to find, Alfred expected to receive a lot of credits.
Louise guessed that about 4000 credits would be issued each week at the beginning, and would definitely increase significantly in the future.
However, because this matter might arouse jealousy and resentment from some people who were suffering in life, Alfred did not mention it to anyone else except Rose.
"Ah~ Ordinary and peaceful campus life is really nice. I really want to live like this forever."
After running fifty laps today, Alfred sat on the bench and looked at the blue sky, unable to help but sigh in a low voice.
"What nonsense are you talking about, Al, and give me one too."
Leonard, who finished the run a step slower, took the bottle of cool drink next to Alfred and drank it all in one gulp with great relish.
"Drinking so fast, be careful to get a stomachache later."
Alfred warned dumbfoundedly.
"Al, I think you're really nagging sometimes, just like my mom."
Leonard wiped his mouth and said.
"This is really too much. If I gave birth to a son like you, I would definitely force you back into my stomach and then retrain you."
"That's too much, okay? Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore."
Leonard complained in annoyance and sat down next to Alfred helplessly.
"That's next week, that one."
He spoke with a hint of deep meaning, and from time to time he would steal glances at the girls who were resting in the distance with a somewhat obscene look.
Alfred didn't realize what he meant for a moment, and his face scrunched up in confusion.
It's like the expression of a superpower wearing green glasses and a lollipop stuck on his head.
"Huh? Are you teasing me? Or are you just too relaxed to care at all?"
Leonard put the empty glass bottle on the ground and asked with a somewhat unhappy expression.
"So, what is it? You are being so mysterious."
"Stupid, it's Valentine's Day, Valentine's Day."
Leonard came over and whispered to Alfred.
"Ah... so what?"
"So what? So, don't you look forward to receiving chocolates from girls? Or have you already confirmed that many people will give them to you, so you don't care at all?!"
Leonard wailed.
"Roughly the same……"
(Rose will definitely do it, and Lily too. Emilia is out of the question, but Louise and Michelle will probably give me giri chocolates, and as for the others...)
Alfred answered nonchalantly, wondering in his mind who would give him chocolate.
"Woo~! You popular bastard... I've been worried about what I'm going to do if I don't receive any chocolate from anyone!"
Leonard cried, rubbing his eyes.
No one wanted to see a man fake crying, and Alfred really hoped he would stop doing that in the future.
"You want me to make one for you? Of course, it's a matter of honor."
Alfred teased with a smirk.
"I don't want chocolates from men."
"Actually, there's no need for you to be so sad. We've just started school, so it's normal that we don't have many girls close enough to give chocolates to."
Alfred helplessly placed his hand on Leonard's shoulder to comfort him.
"And think about it, if you receive too many chocolates on Valentine's Day, you'll be in trouble on White Day next month, right? After all, you'll have to give gifts back to so many girls, and both time and credits will be tight."
(Although, that is just a happy worry.)
Alfred added secretly in his mind.
“That’s true…”
Leonard nodded, agreeing with Alfred's statement.
When the two of them were chatting about such meaningless topics.
"Okay, now that everyone has finished running and rested, let's gather immediately."
Instructor Webster clapped his hands and spoke to all the students on the training ground.
Although the last few students who finished running were a little dissatisfied, they gathered together with the others obediently.
"After this period of time, everyone's physical fitness has also greatly improved. For the rest of this afternoon, we will not be doing sword training, but instead we will be doing puppet simulation battles."
Webster announced to the students.
Brady, who was standing in the front position, immediately whistled and shouted something very rude like "OK".
He gives people the feeling of being a frivolous gangster.
Although many students shared the same idea, no one agreed with Brady.
Even the students in Brunhilde's class quietly distanced themselves from Brady, as if they wanted to distance themselves from him.
(Wow~ This guy doesn’t realize that he has been isolated and despised by others…)
Alfred complained silently in his mind.
Ever since he heard that Brady broke up with his two childhood friends, this guy has been looking for trouble everywhere.
He would pick a fight with anyone he disliked, and he also challenged senior students to duels, causing quite a bit of commotion during this week.
There were three duels alone.
In the academy now, he is more famous than Alfred, who dueled with senior students at the beginning of the school year, but only in a negative sense.
Behind his back, students called Brady "Rabid Dog".
Translated, it means mocking Brady as a mad dog that bites people everywhere.
Alfred had been in trouble with Brady several times, but he was able to resolve the problems without any major problems, and the situation never escalated to a fight in the arena.
However, he also felt that the nickname Rabid Dog was suitable for Brady.
Webster paused deliberately to show that he was displeased with Brady's rude behavior.
But Brady didn't notice at all.
Webster could only sigh helplessly and continue speaking.
"Because there are so many people, the mock battle will be conducted by three groups at the same time. I will observe your battle from the sidelines and give you some advice and guidance after the battle. These contents will be written on paper and distributed to you at the end of get out of class.
Regarding the method of commanding puppets to fight, I will also make corresponding adjustments and changes to the course content based on your performance in this simulation battle, so please take it seriously. "
As Webster finished speaking, his wife Tiffany came over holding a large wooden box.
"In order to be fair, the opponents for the mock battle will be decided by drawing lots. Please line up and draw lots."
Tiffany said in a very gentle voice.