TARGET ONE Membership conditions: Find the mask of Baron Hilo Part 6
The teacher at the podium was teaching the knowledge seriously and diligently, gesturing on the blackboard with a teaching stick.
I held my chin in my hand and tried hard to resist sleepiness. I finally finished a day's classes and could finally go back to eat and sleep!
I carried my small schoolbag and leisurely returned to the dormitory. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Romani sitting on the leather sofa in the living room, with Nicole and Havensting standing behind her.
Romani had changed out of her school uniform and was wearing her elegant European-style skirt. She held a white feather fan in one hand and a delicate coffee cup in the other.
Drinking coffee without eating, do nobles really not know how to be hungry? I was thinking about putting down my things quickly and going to have the dinner I longed for, so I planned to go through the living room and go up the stairs, but unexpectedly Romani called me.
"I heard from Nico that you want to join Dogeze's Detective Earl's Club?" She asked unexpectedly without even a word of courtesy.
Nicole behind her shrank back, her eyes flickering and she didn't dare to look at me.
"Yes, I joined with Duverger today." I responded to her question in a friendly manner, but unexpectedly received a cold stare from her.
She said sarcastically, "You have put a lot of effort into getting close to the school hunk, but I advise you not to dream about it. Daugeze has such a distinguished family background that even someone as noble as me doesn't dare to dream about it. You—" She dragged out her tone, scanned me up and down with her eyes, and said bluntly, "It's best for a country girl not to even have any intentions."
I didn't quite understand what Romani meant. Daugeze seemed easy to get along with, not as scary as she said, so I asked, "What family background?"
Romani quickly covered her mouth with her white feather fan, looking incredulous: "You don't even know about Dogeze's family background? Then why did you come to Olundu Academy?"
"You really don't know about Dougzeye's distinguished family background?" Havensting was a little uncalm. She leaned forward excitedly and said, "His family monopolizes more than half of the country's oil industry business. In addition to having incomparable wealth, they also have royal blood. Dougzeye's grandmother was a royal concubine, his father was a duke, and his mother was a princess. He is a true aristocrat with royal blood. He is handsome, rich, and has an unsurpassed social status . He is simply a god-like existence!"
The words "real royal blood" in Havensting's words irritated Romani. She turned around and rolled her eyes at Havensting, as if to say: What real royal blood? The implication is that I am fake? If so, then Romani's royal bloodline is basically not worth mentioning in front of Doug Zeye.
Havensteen stuck out his tongue and lowered his head.
"In a word, you must not have any unrealistic fantasies. The plot of the prince falling in love with the ugly duckling is already outdated." Romanie stood up and straightened her skirt. She came to my side arrogantly and snorted disdainfully from her nose. She said, "What do you feel after hearing all this?" She looked like she was watching a good show and stared at my reaction.
After a long silence, I suddenly realized: "Sigh..."
"Yes, it's a feeling!" Romani started to find fault with me with an inexplicable hostility towards me.
My feeling was… “It’s time to eat!” I ended the conversation on my own initiative and happily ran to the cafeteria, leaving Romani standing there, and happily ran towards the food…
After dinner, it was finally dark. I rubbed my stomach with satisfaction and walked towards the dormitory. But as I walked, I felt like there was a pair of eyes behind me, staring at me, but when I looked back, there was no one. This feeling was very similar to the feeling of entering college for the first time, but when I thought about it carefully, it was just an illusion.
The leaves on the tree-lined road rustled in the night breeze, and the orange-yellow street lights illuminated the road. On the big news screen set up on the roadside, today's news flashed, and the date and time were marked in the upper right corner as usual.
I glanced at the time and sighed: "Time flies so fast. It's been a month since I came to Olundu!" After saying this, I was still immersed in the wonderful world of food and suddenly woke up. I remembered the one-month probation period. I almost forgot that today was the probation day! I was shocked.
Although I had a very bad premonition, I still had to face it positively. I made up my mind, gritted my teeth, and ran towards Duverger's apartment.
As expected, Duverger was already standing at the door with a small notebook in his hand, waiting for me. Under the streetlight, his face was blurry, but his tall, muscular figure was clearly projected on the ground.
"Hi..." I felt a little nervous, so I greeted him with a wry smile and slowly moved over with the slowest steps.
"Do you know what day it is today? Why are you still late?" Duverg was a little annoyed and kept shaking his head and sighing.
I smiled foolishly, blinked my big eyes and looked at him, and said, "Well, how did my assessment go?"
Duverger pulled out a folded piece of paper from his notebook, handed it to me, and said, "This is your transcript. Take it and have a look."
My hands were shaking. I wanted to take it but didn't dare to. It seemed as if the piece of paper weighed tens of millions of pounds, making my heart beat faster and my saliva salivate.
Finally, I gritted my teeth, stamped my feet, and said, "I'm going to die." Then I grabbed the report card and unfolded it under the light of the street lamp.
At this moment, my heart almost stopped.
The format of the transcript was concise and clear. I saw a picture of myself smiling silly at a glance, and below that was the score. At the moment, there was a huge and eye-catching 58 points standing there. 58 points! Does that mean that I can't join the club and will miss my dream? The fluke mentality I had held before was shattered in the face of reality.
This was over, I couldn't join the club. I dropped my hands in a daze, letting the report card in my hand sway in the wind.
"What's wrong with you?" Duverger asked with some amusement.
"You know what? This is the first time you've shown good emotions towards me in the month since I've known you." I sighed and said, "But it's also the last time. You don't have to do that to me again." As I said this, I became sad.
"Is this the professional quality required to join the X-Agent Organization? You made a conclusion without even reading the whole thing?"
Duverger's words were like a thunderbolt, leaving me at a loss.
I looked at him blankly, but he pointed at the assessment form with his chin and said, "Finish reading it."
Hmm? Is there anything I haven't finished reading? Reminded by him, I quickly picked up the transcript and read it carefully. I saw a line of small notes at the bottom of the score description: The examiners will give the examinees a performance score of 2 points.
2 points! If I had 2 points, I could join the X-Agent Organization! I could reach the pinnacle of my life! Speaking of these 2 points...
I looked up suddenly and gave Duverger a smile that couldn't be brighter, with all 16 teeth showing.
Duverger was a little frightened by my gaze. He took a step back and asked cautiously, "What are you doing?"
I rubbed my palms together and approached quietly, with a servile smile on my face. However, Duverg was forced to retreat again and again, and even his tough guy image disappeared completely.
Duverger's voice, my fawning voice, and my obscene laughter echoed in the night sky. In order to get these 2 points, I rushed up to tickle Duverger at the cost of my life. Unexpectedly, Duverger was also ticklish and chased and played with me.
Under the cold moon and sparse stars, behind the black shadows of the trees, a man in a cloak turned around, took a few quick steps, and disappeared into the night.
