"Did he stop? It seems that he was in the same predicament as Imez." In the seats, the students watched as Xavier's fingers also stopped.
"I really hope Xiwei can win. After all, the odds are now at 4.7. I invested ten gold dragons!"
At the end of the seats, which is also the highest row, the Lion Holy Sword Club occupies the four rows behind the third seat, while their sworn enemy, the Hexagonal Flame Heart Club, sits opposite them - the third seat.
The members of the Lion Sword and the Holy Sword, who wear pure white gold-edged school uniforms, will always unconsciously confront the members of the Hexagonal Flame Heart Club who wear black flame-edged school uniforms. The Lion Swordsmen maintain their usual high-profile and arrogance, and Hexagonal Flame Heart is not at all
Don't show weakness.
In the middle of them are the two vice-presidents, Hengsen Anlock of the Lion, and Cecil Qute of the Flame Heart.
"Odds?" Hengsen put his chin on the wooden table and made a careful gesture.
Cecil, who caught Heng Sen's gesture, also pretended to be thoughtful and silently responded with a few movements.
"1.2:4.2:4.7,0.9:1.1:1.3." Cecil smiled. Not long ago, he asked a student without a club to invest three hundred gold dragons in his own name. This huge sum of money was given to Cecil by Master Qiute.
The only funds available to Searle.
Master Qiute's original intention was to let his son, who was quite good, invest in something. If he knew that his son was gambling, Master Qiute would probably be angry to death.
Split the money with the Lions Club? Cecil never thought about it. He knew that Hengsen must have done something similar to him. The two of them actually knew each other tacitly, after all, they had been competing with each other for so long.
On average, one person earns three gold dragons. Only about 800 of the 2,500 students at Noli Mechanical College meet this condition, so the income is 2,400 gold dragons. Including myself and Hengsen, it has reached more than 3,000 gold dragons.
Once Xiwei wins, it is conservatively estimated that he can earn 1,533 gold dragons. 1,533 gold dragons, what is the concept? Cecil couldn't help but chuckle, whether his father can earn 1,500 gold dragons a year depends on luck, and Xue
Some young earls in this country have an income of less than 2,000 gold dragons a year!
Although this is a big gamble, Cecil is willing to put his chips on Xavier, and the deal between the Dancer family and the Autumn family may begin soon.
He was a boy who was so mysterious that he had no idea what he was thinking. Even Cecil was shocked by the aura in front of him, with the looming sharpness pointing directly at his heart.
"Is it over..."
Xavier's eyes were a little blurry. He only felt a splitting headache, fear, pain, and darkness rushing in his mind. The ancient and mysterious language, the statue of a half-snake woman shed terrible tears of blood, and then there was the suffocating black sea tide.
Surging.
It's that familiar tower again, that tall tower that absorbs even light, leading straight to the top of the world. It pierces the sky, and the pure darkness cannot even be covered by the night.
"You're back, but you shouldn't be back." A clear and gentle voice remembered in my ears, and a pair of soft hands held me up, dispelling the bone-chilling cold and painful suffocation.
"Don't you remember? This tower...well, you shouldn't remember it." It was still the gentle female voice, as if it was close to his ear, and the girl's hot breath was rubbing the shell of his ear.
"Maybe you don't remember, but I will never forget. Because one day, someone will bear this pain for me."
"It's time for you to leave. This is not the place for you to stay, well, at least not now."
Ahem... It was like rising from the bottom of the ice sea. After experiencing the torturous drowning and cold, Xavier felt his stiff limbs.
"Doctor Robert, is Xiwei okay?" an anxious girl's voice appeared.
"It's not a big problem. I just fainted. An injection of glucose solution will probably suffice." came the man's voice. He was probably Dr. Robert.
Xavier moved his fingertips slowly. He had experienced this scene countless times. The old liar said that this was a special congenital disease, which he named "cold body".
But Xavier knew that was not the case. Every time he entered the cold body, he would be confused for a period of time, and then the terrible feeling of suffocation and drowning would come over him. When he regained consciousness again, his whole body would be as cold as falling into an ice cellar.
He could vaguely remember some things, but this was the clearest time in his history. He clearly heard a girl's voice. The voice was very soft, but with a hint of resentment.
It was like they had known each other for a long, long time, so long that even time was broken, so long that the world ended.
"Principal Omande, why are you here?"
The girl exclaimed, followed by a burst of confused sounds. Mourning suddenly stopped. The icy blue reflected on the elegant monocle made his heart tremble.
It's him, it's definitely him! With ice blue eyes, black hair, and a sickly but delicate face like porcelain, the young Earl of the Dancer family!
The corners of Mourning's eyes twitched. He felt the chill in Xavier's eyes. He was warning him not to get close or reveal his identity.
"It's okay, Miss Dugueclin. I just mistakenly recognized a boy." Mourning lowered his head slightly, blocked other people's sight with his body, and quietly bowed.
This may be the turning point for Du Guesclin. After the war, Antonio's eldest daughter was able to make friends with Lord Dancer by accident. It seemed that he would have a relationship with Du Guesclin at some point.
Mo Ning thought to himself and slowly retreated.
Outside the ward, Mourning looked at Furtenstine who was leaning against the wall and showed a meaningful smile.
"I thought I would wait until the dance, but I didn't expect Jessica to be so lucky." Fortenstine shrugged.
"Boy, I'll give you a piece of advice. Please be courteous to this lord, and maybe your father's revenge will turn around." Mo Ning smiled and adjusted his dress.
"There are still two hours left. Chairman, let's go arrange the dance first. After all, the children are waiting impatiently!" Mourning waved to Furtenstine and left the school hospital.
In the school hospital, next to the clean beds lined up, a girl with long platinum hair secretly wiped her tears. She looked very tired, and her eyes were pink from crying for several days.
"Ms. Dugueclin, this classmate's illness is probably congenital. There is a dance tonight. I heard that His Highness Dancer is coming," the female school nurse looked at Jessica, who was still sitting on the chair next to the hospital bed.
Go up and sigh.
"I've heard about it too, but with Miss Dugueclan's appearance and talent, it shouldn't be difficult to conquer a young highness, right? For the current Dugueclan family, this can be said to be a blessing in disguise!"
The female school nurse walked up to Jessicana and sat down gently. She liked this young noble lady quite a lot, but it seemed that Jessica was having a hard time these days.
"Go dress up, you look very bad now. But it's also quite distressing. Don't all men like this?"
"Let me take care of this child... But," the female school nurse suddenly frowned. She looked into Xavier's eyes, and then slapped him on the face.
"Watching a girl cry and pretending to sleep is not a gentleman's behavior, classmate!"