TARGET ONE Membership conditions: Find the mask of Baron Hilo Part 3
During the break in the second grade of St. Mary's, Duverger and I followed the chubby head teacher into the classroom. Although there were 35 students in the class, the classroom was still very spacious, with enough space between seats. The tables were made of exquisite wood, the chairs were leather sofas, and each desktop was equipped with a high-end laptop for teaching. Next to the table was a low cabinet with European-style intricate carvings, which was used to stack books and place things.
At the back of the classroom, there is a row of long cabinets with each person's name on them. They are used to store golf clubs and horse riding equipment. After all, nobles occasionally like to play golf on the field in Orendu Academy, or ride their own purebred horses for a while to relieve boredom.
"Classmates, please be quiet. Today, I will introduce two new students to you." As the head teacher spoke loudly, the belt that he had tied around his waist with great difficulty suddenly became tighter.
Although it was during the break, the nobles were well-mannered and basically didn't make loud noises, but their eyes were clearly unfriendly, and I even heard someone snickering below.
"Look, what era is this? Are there still people carrying school bags?"
"Yeah, shouldn't we bring our own horse gear and golf equipment?"
The head teacher coughed twice, and the nobles finally stopped talking. He looked at us and said, "Come and introduce yourselves!"
Duverger had a cold face and finished his self-introduction in just two sentences. A few people in the audience applauded.
"It's your turn." said the head teacher.
I took a few steps forward and said loudly, "My name is Greya, and I'm not here to make friends! And don't think that I'm here to study. I'm here on a mission! Don't ask me what mission I'm here to carry out, I won't tell you anything, but I want to advise those rats hiding in the dark, no matter how well you hide, no matter how cunning and crafty you are, I will catch you!" To match my words, I grabbed at the air, as if I was very powerful.
Did I introduce her well? I turned around and gave Duverger a thumbs-up, waiting for his praise. Unexpectedly, Duverger covered his forehead and lowered his head, as if to say: I don’t know her, I don’t know her…
Why is he doing this? I was puzzled and looked at the teacher next to me. Unexpectedly, the teacher looked like he had a strange disease that made him unable to close his mouth. His glasses slipped down his nose and he looked at me in surprise.
Where did such a weird teacher come from? I looked at my classmates again, and saw that they were all looking at me silently, as if they were watching some boring pantomime.
Hey, what's wrong with you guys? I was very surprised, so I approached Duverg and whispered, "Are all the people in this college so weird?"
Duverg glanced at me and said, "It's you who's weird."
In this way, the awkward atmosphere lasted for quite a long time. Fortunately, the head teacher had seen many storms and finally stabilized the situation. He arranged the seats and the bell for class soon rang.
Accompanied by the sound of a clear bell, I sat down in the seat next to the window. The sunlight just shone in through the window lattice, casting a warm glow on the desk.
So comfortable! What a relaxing time! I took out a small cactus from my schoolbag and placed it on the upper left corner of the desk. Mr. Cactus, from now on, you will accompany me!
This action of mine caused several girls next to me to look at me in surprise. After they looked away, they looked at each other and covered their mouths with their hands and laughed.
What’s wrong with these aristocratic girls? Haven’t they ever seen a cactus?
The teacher on the podium was ready for class. He opened his book and began teaching in fluent English, writing on the blackboard while lecturing.
I didn't listen to the class from the beginning to the end. I always felt like there was a thorn in my back, which made me very uncomfortable. It was the feeling of being monitored. I had always felt it since I stepped into the campus, and it was even more obvious this time! I slowly turned my head and my eyes met those bright and shining eyes.
Ah! It's him! I was a little surprised.
The handsome guy who just sat on me is actually in the same class with me!
He also noticed my gaze and gave me a smile. That smile seemed to fill the world with soft light, and bright red roses bloomed behind him.
It's really handsome! It's so pleasing to the eyes , but at this moment, the unkind bell for the end of class rang leisurely, interrupting my thoughts.
The head teacher walked out of the classroom, and the students came over to greet us. This is a noble etiquette, not a symbol of friendship. Or it is not etiquette, but just a test of who has a more powerful background.
They actively filtered out the grim-faced Duverger and walked towards me.
"Hi, hello, my name is Romani, I am the only daughter of a diplomat from my country, and I have a royal grandmother. Nice to meet you." The girl looked arrogant, and although she said she was happy, her face clearly showed that she was unhappy. She had thick long hair, a melon-shaped face under her carefully trimmed bangs, and a well-proportioned figure that was well maintained. She folded her arms across her chest, revealing a luxury limited edition watch worth millions on her wrist. Behind her, there were two girls following her.
One of the two girls was dressed as a cute doll, and the other had twin ponytails and a mechanical decorative hairpin on her head. After Romani finished introducing herself, they also started to introduce themselves.
The doll-like girl covered her mouth with a lace folding fan, showing a lovely smile, and said: "Hello, my name is Nicole, my father is a noble and wealthy businessman, and my hobby is anatomy. I hope that if there is a chance, we can dissect frogs together!" The more she spoke, the colder her expression became, and the cold wind lowered the air pressure.
The girl with the mechanical headdress was a little thin. She saluted to me and said, "Hello, Miss Greya, my name is Havensting, my family is a political figure, and I like to dress people up the most. If there is a chance, please let me dress you up!" As she spoke, her hand unconsciously reached out to my hair.
"What are you doing?" Following Romani's angry shout, the two men quickly retreated to the back, their expressions submissive and their movements and expressions synchronized.
Romani folded her arms and looked at me for a long while before saying, "We have all introduced ourselves, why don't you introduce yourself, Miss Greya?" She held her head high and looked at me coldly.
My classmates' family backgrounds are really impressive! I'm so happy to have such a group of classmates! After listening to Romani's words, I smiled silly and said, "Didn't I introduce myself just now?"
"Hmph!" Romani snorted in disdain. She sneered, "People here are either royal nobles or children of politicians. There are very few vagrants who were blown here by some unknown wind." After saying that, Nicole lowered her head in shame. Romani sneered and walked away with her two followers. The other nobles who were around also sneered and left.
I was a little confused. Didn't we just say we wanted to get to know each other? Why did we all leave so quickly?
However, not all of them left. The handsome guy I met on the road today also came to me with two boys. First, Daogeze also bowed to me, and then his magnetic voice rang out: "So this beautiful lady is called Greya. It's an honor to be your classmate."
"What's the honor?" Dufoge stood beside me with an unhappy look on his face. I didn't even know when he came over. I couldn't tell what I felt. At this moment, I seemed to feel Dufoge's hostility towards Daugezeye. Could it be because he took the initiative to approach me?
"Mr. Duverg, nice to meet you." Daugeze was not angry. Instead, he politely bowed to Duverg.
"Hey, Dufoge , don't be so arrogant!" A red-haired boy behind Dougeze spoke. He had an ordinary appearance, small eyes with single eyelids, a ridiculously thin body and a height below average, which already put him in the ranks of passers-by, but he had permed and dyed his hair bright red, which gave me a very strange feeling. He was playing with a bright rose in his hand, and after he finished speaking, he did not forget to show me a cool gesture of twirling the ends of his hair. These behaviors were completely inconsistent with his mediocre appearance: "Why don't you be rude to Dougeze and ask me, Zikeyaro, the famous handsome guy in Europe?"
"Who are you? I've never heard of you." Duverg didn't buy it and his expression was cold.
"What? You haven't even heard of a famous super handsome guy like me? Don't you know? All the female animals in this universe will be attracted to me!"
Just as Zikyaro was about to explode, he was stopped by another short boy. This short boy had the body of an elementary school student, but he wore thick round-framed gold-rimmed glasses, his light golden hair was smooth, and his big round eyes were lively and cute - if this was a magic school, he would be Harry Potter.
"He is a well-known narcissist here. Don't take what he says to heart." The little boy pushed his glasses, stretched out his little hand to me, and said, "Miss Graya, nice to meet you. My name is Jackson. Because I am only 11 years old and skipped six grades, they all call me Little Jackson."
"Wow, you are amazing!" Such a person must have a genius IQ! I admired him so much that I immediately shook hands with little Jackson, hoping that he could share some of his high IQ with me.
"No, no!" Little Jackson showed a scholarly expression. He pushed his thick gold-rimmed glasses and said, "By the way, have you been assigned a dormitory? Which one do you live in?"
"Oh! Yes! The teacher from the Academic Affairs Office gave me a set of dormitory keys!" I hurriedly took out a set of keys with house numbers on them from my bag.
Just as I opened the bag, Dougeze's eyes flashed and his gaze quickly scanned the items in my bag.
"The doorplate reads: Apartment No. 3 Isabella, Sakura Avenue." I read out loud what was on the doorplate.
As soon as the voice fell, the red-haired Zikeyaro immediately burst into a gloating laugh. He held a rose in his hand, covered his mouth with his hand wearing a white gentleman's glove and said, "Haha! You're finished! Do you know who you are with?"
"Who?" I wondered his reaction.
He pretended to be cool and smooth, and then looked at me with sympathy in his small eyes, and said, "It's the arrogant goddess Romani, the anatomy addicted Nicoko, and the one who wants to be enslaved, Havensteen."
I held my chin in my hand and pondered for a long time before saying, "Who is Romani?"
Qikeyaro almost fell down. He said in disbelief, "They are the three girls who greeted you just now. Did you forget them so quickly?"
I touched the back of my head and smiled foolishly, "My memory is not very good. By the way, what is your name?"
Chikeyaro was speechless.
