“Excuse me, everyone, but can we arrange this later instead? The placement exam is about to begin.” Finally, the dean stood up to intervene with anxiety written all over his face. He was sure this fight wasn’t going to end well.
I patted him on the back to commend his sensibility, but I didn’t know why my touch seemed to make him tremble all over.
“What’s the placement exam?” Sylvia tugged on my sleeve and whispered.
I lowered my head and replied, “On the second day of the new term, a placement exam is held. The test is divided into three parts- speed, strength, and combat skills. The results of this exam is what determines which class the students will be put in, namely A to F.”
“Maybe we should let this little slave take this exam too.” Richard chimed in all of a sudden, his eyes glinting with mischief.
“Her name is Sylvia,”
I growled. I had already lost my patience and didn’t bother addressing him this way. I didn’t care about his feelings or that he would be embarrassed. I wasn’t going to play along with his little show of being perfect brothers.
Richard’s face darkened, but only for a split second. He put on a smile again before anyone could notice. I wanted to roll my eyes. He was so pretentious.
Richard flicked his nose, ignoring how I had just talked to him. “Fine. Sylvia,” he turned to her and said. “If your score is enough to get you into Class C or above, I can make an exception and grant you admission into the school.”
It may have sounded kind, but this was the least of Richard’s intentions. Sylvia was going to be up against the elite students from packs all over the country. As if that wasn’t enough, Classes A to C were the more exclusive sections, with fewer slots to fill compared with the lower classes. It was practically impossible for Sylvia to garner a score high enough to get into at least Class C.
“I believe this is a reasonable offer, right?” Richard turned to the crowd.
Sure enough, no one objected to this ridiculous offer. In fact, they were all smiling widely, confident that Sylvia did not stand a chance at passing at all.
Just when I was about to refuse, Sylvia stepped forward and accepted the challenge.
“Deal,” she said with pure determination. I swore I even saw excitement flash in her eyes. It was at this moment where I was convinced she could be a fearless warrior, not even flinching at a challenge placed before her.
I swallowed my words and stared at Sylvia in silence. A string in my heart was struck, disrupting my thoughts.
Cherry’s POV
After the medical staff treated my wound, I went to the square of the military academy.
The placement exam was about to start, so the center of the big square was crowded with people.
As soon as I got back there, I heard that Sylvia would also take the exam.
She must really be overestimating herself. Her mother was a Beta, so she naturally had excellent genes. But wanting to enter Class C was simply delusional.
The first round was the test of speed. When the starting gun was fired, everyone would turn into wolves and rush to the finish line.
I stood in the middle of the crowd in a good mood and waited for the competition to start. Of course, I was determined to win. Even if I couldn’t enter Class B, I had to work hard to make it to Class C. I heard that Prince Richard often gave lectures in the three top classes-A, B, and C. If I could enter any of these classes, I would have more chances to get close to him.
I looked around casually. It was only then that I realized that the competition seemed very grand. Aside from Prince Rufus and Prince Richard, Queen Laura and Prince Rufus’ “fiancee”, Alina, were there too. It looked like the royal family took this placement exam very seriously.
I still had time, so I quickly took out my small mirror and retouched my makeup. With so many members of the royal family watching the competition, I had to maintain my most beautiful appearance even if I had to turn into a wolf later. The real hunter was always ready, waiting for an opportunity to catch the prey. And my beauty was my best weapon.
After retouching my makeup, I looked around. Then I saw Sylvia, the lowly slave, standing in a clearing not far away, and no one was around her.
I smoothened my hair and walked to Sylvia coquettishly. “Hey, little slave! I heard that if you can’t enter Class C or above, you have to leave. What a pity!”
Sylvia rolled her eyes and just ignored me.
She was indeed a bitch. Why was she still pretending to be pure and lofty? She was nothing more than a stray dog.
I gritted my teeth, crossed my arms over my chest, and squinted at her.
“How dare you compete with us elites?! Have you forgotten that you’re just a lowly slave? You’d better give up now. Otherwise, you will only embarrass yourself in front of so many big shots.”
Sylvia continued to ignore me. She turned her back to me and focused on warming up.
I was so angry that I wanted to rush over and tear her apart.
But there were so many werewolves around, so I could only tease her verbally.
I couldn’t lay a finger on her. But it didn’t matter.
When the competition was over, she would go back to being a slave dejectedly.
After all, she was such a loser. How could she enter even Class C?
But for some reason, I suddenly felt a little flustered when I saw her calm face now.
The scene when she pressed me on the ground and beat me violently in front of the school gate involuntarily flashed in my mind.
At that time, she was so powerful and terrifying.
Could she really enter Class C? No way! I would never allow such a thing to happen.
I hurriedly left and found a few she-wolves who were close to me.
“You guys find a way to trip Sylvia up later. As soon as the starting gun is fired, use some dirty tricks to stop her. Don’t let her finish the run,” I said to the she-wolves coldly. “We must not let her enroll in this academy.”
“Well, Sylvia is just a slave. I don’t think it’s necessary to trip her up. I’m sure she can’t run that fast.” One of the she-wolves was a little hesitant. “The queen and two princes are here, and Sylvia is Prince Rufus’ person. If they discover what we are going to do, we will be punished.”
“That’s why you have to do it secretly. Don’t make it too obvious.” I still remembered Sylvia’s fierce look the other day. The thought of it made me feel a dull pain on my face, and my pent-up anger burned even more. “Sylvia may not be as weak as we think she is, so we have to be careful. We can’t let her succeed in any way.”
The she-wolves exchanged glances silently. Seeing that I was about to lose my temper, they gritted their teeth and agreed. We all walked towards Sylvia and surrounded her.
Sylvia immediately became vigilant and wanted to leave. But at this time, the preparatory command sounded. So she had no choice but to stay where she was and got ready to start running. We kept an eye on her and got ready. We would never let her leave the starting line.
“Bang!”
When the starting gun resounded through the circle, I rushed to Sylvia and tried to trip her up. But much to my surprise, she disappeared in an instant. Obviously, we missed our target. Damn that woman! I didn’t even get the chance to touch her tail, let alone attack her.
I turned my head and looked at the crowd in disbelief. It was only then that I saw a snow-white wolf with a few tufts of dark red hair on the top of her head running at the forefront, far ahead. That was Sylvia’s wolf.
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