Blair turned around and saw the she-wolves staring at him shyly. He sighed and waved his hands helplessly. “Sylvia, let’s talk in some other place.”
I nodded in agreement. I had earned the hatred and jealousy of several she-wolves already during the past few second, just for standing beside Blair.
“You’ve scored well in the first two rounds. As long as you didn’t perform too bad in the last one, you will undoubtedly enter Class C or above,” Blair said as we walked to the garden. He sounded relaxed yet confident.
However, I wasn’t as confident as he was. I wanted to say something but stopped on second thought. The last round of the competition involved testing one’s fighting skills. The mere thought of it made my stomach clench with anticipation. My heart sank as I remembered how Rufus had effortlessly defeated me in close combat.
“Don’t you have faith in yourself?” Blair sneered.
“I’m just a little worried.” I scowled at him.
“There’s nothing to worry about. Show me your unyielding spirit,” Blair said, ruffling my hair.
I slapped his hand away and smoothed my messy hair. “Thank you for your comfort, but you better maintain a safe distance from me. Do you see the she-wolf over there? God, she has been glaring at me. If only looks could kill…”
Blair burst out laughing, not bothering to look back. “What are you afraid of? If you join the school, I’ll be there to protect you.”
“I hope so.” I forced a smile, not taking his promise seriously.
“But then again, your last punch in the test wasn’t as good as the previous one. If you had used the same technique, you would have definitely got an excellent score,” Blair said earnestly “Well, I felt the same. The previous punch was the result of my emotional outburst. That’s probably why I couldn’t throw a punch with the same intensity.” I looked at my hand and frowned, not knowing what had happened.
Blair looked at me thoughtfully and smiled. “It’s not surprising. Perhaps you were exhausted after throwing two punches. Get some rest now and practice for the final test.”
As soon as Blair finished speaking, the dean announced the rules of the final test.
The contestants of the third round would be broken into small groups by drawing lots. Five students would fight in a group. The first one to be eliminated would get zero points; the second one to be eliminated would get twenty points, and so on. Eventually, the last one would get one hundred points.
However, if one admitted defeat, lost fighting power, or was pushed out of the arena, during the game, they would be eliminated. In addition, three judges would watch the fight and rate the contestants based on their fighting skills and technique. Their points would get deducted if their potential didn’t meet the expectation of the judges.
My stomach started to churn, and my palms grew sweaty as I listened to the rules.
Soon, it was my turn to draw the lots. My eyelids twitched. I didn’t expect to end up in the same group as Cherry, Davina, her she-wolf friend, Allen, her pursuer, and Harry, the werewolf with pineapple-shaped hair.
They were all my old acquaintances.
Cherry’s POV
All the she-wolves around me were chattering away. They were not happy to see that Sylvia had also just passed the strength test.
I didn’t expect that bitch to pass two tests in a row either. At the thought of Prince Richard taking notice of her, I was driven mad with jealousy.
Even worse, I failed the speed test and only passed the strength test by a hair. At this rate, I would probably be put into Class F at best. Thinking of this made me want to tear that little bitch into tiny pieces with my own hands. She was always pretending to be innocent and indifferent when in fact, she was actually the most scheming woman in this place.
If Sylvia were to make it into Class C or above, she might as well just slap me in the face. She would definitely be showing off to me.
No, I wouldn’t stand for it. I wasn’t going to let her succeed.
The only thing that would make her fail now was if she got absolutely no points in the last test.
Fortunately, I came prepared with a plan and bribed the werewolf who was going to draw lots for the grouping. I had it arranged so that Sylvia would be in a group with me, my people, and Harry whom she offended earlier. I didn’t believe that Sylvia was going to pass this placement test. Not on my watch. I was going to make her cry and beg on her knees for mercy.
Before the last round of the test began, I pulled Harry to the side.
“Listen, I know how we can kick Sylvia out of this competition.” I immediately went straight to the point and asked Harry to join in on the plan.
“No. I’m not interested in playing along with your lame tricks.” Snorting, Harry left without even looking back.
Damn it! I glared at his back, but I knew I couldn’t lose my temper with Harry. He was influential and powerful. I was smart enough not to get on the bad side of a person like that.
Anyway, it didn’t matter if Harry was in on the plan. What mattered was that he hated Sylvia too. I was sure he wasn’t going to let her pass the exam so easily. But even Harry chose to do nothing to help, I was confident I could still make Sylvia fail this last round.
I frowned and went back to my seat, calling over Davina and Allen.
“Here’s the plan. As soon as this round begins, we gang up on Sylvia and kick her out of the field.” My voice was lowered so that no one else could hear us.
“But…” Davina seemed hesitant. “From what we can see so far, Sylvia is stronger than she appears. She even performed pretty well in the last two tests. What if we can’t defeat her?”
“Are you seriously afraid of her? How can you be so defeated before we even start?” I furrowed my eyebrows, slightly disappointed with Davina. “The fact that she’s strong is exactly the reason why we must work together to eliminate her first! Do you really want to be trampled on by a mere slave? We cannot afford to fail this one.”
“You’re right, Cherry. Let’s teach that bitch a lesson!” Allen whooped loudly, attracting the attention of some werewolves nearby.
I slapped the back of his head. “You idiot! Did you really have to shout? What if Sylvia heard us?”
These two were getting on my last nerve.
It was a good thing Allen was sensible enough not to say another word and only nodded quietly.
I looked at Sylvia from afar and coughed in disgust. “That Sylvia is nothing but a slave. She’s never learned to fight a day in her life. Defeating her should be easier than killing an ant.”
I snorted disdainfully. “The fight is going to be three against one. We already have a huge advantage in that alone. But because Harry also hates Sylvia, let’s hope he takes action as well.”
Just in case, I had also bribed one of the judges to give Sylvia severe deductions no matter her performance.
My plan was foolproof.
Sylvia’s POV
After drawing lots, we were instructed to wait for the competition to begin at the stands.
When I got there, I saw that Cherry and the other three of my group mates were already there. They all looked at me with malice in their eyes, most especially Cherry.
I had no doubt she was plotting against me again.
Sure enough, as soon as the whistle blew, indicating us to get ready, Cherry and her two followers spread out as if they were surrounding me.
I looked warily at them and was going to step back until I realized Harry was behind me as well. It seemed that they were going to eliminate me first together.
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