"Little thing, let's go." He patted her shoulder, carefully put the notes he copied into her backpack, gently pulled her up, and walked slowly towards the fencing club.
Esmere's fencing club has always been the pride of the academy. After Chiru took over as president, the school even won the Rose Badge from the International Fencing Association, which is the age group in the fencing team competition.
The highest honor one can receive.
The training of the fencing club has always been very strict, but today, the atmosphere in the huge training ground was extremely strange.
Everyone's eyes are fixed on the same place——
At the other end of the beige fencing pad, a young man wearing a snow-white fencing uniform is smiling. He has thick dark green hair and handsome eyebrows, which shine with a clear light in the misty morning light. The silver sword in his hand is pointed straight.
He looked at the young man with a cold and handsome expression in front of him and gently lowered the tip of the sword.
He is like the most elegant leopard, facing the enemy with the most wonderful posture, ready to attack.
"St. York's gymnast, President Qian, I'm here to challenge you." His eyes were calm and his smile was calm.
"Welcome at any time," Qian Liu calmly raised his right hand. When Jiu Qianmo led Xin Qing to the fencing club, the young man looked at Xin Qing with a strong sense of inquiry.
This made her very uncomfortable.
"My goal is the rose badge." There was almost a hint of childish naughtiness in the young man's smile. He pointed with the tip of his sword at the badge with the white rose as its totem and engraved with honor hanging at the top of the training ground.
"I think Esmere has overshadowed his glory."
There was a commotion under the stage.
"Boy, you are very irritable."
"President, let him have a taste of it."
"Okay, let's see if you have the ability." Qian Liu bit her lower lip, her eyes still cold.
"I remember, the Rose Badge is the honor you won from the team competition." There was a strange smile on the boy's lips. "Hmm." His voice was as soft as transparent cicada wings.
"That means I can choose anyone as my opponent?"
"Yes." Qian Liu frowned deeply.
"Excellent." The young man was overjoyed and pointed at Xinqing with his slender fingers: "I want to compete with her."