Partie 6

"Do you even know what day it is today, and yet you are still late?" Du Fuge said somewhat irritably, shaking his head and sighing repeatedly

"Did you hear Nicole say that you want to join Doug and their Detective Earl Society?" She asked unexpectedly, without even a hint of politeness

As expected, Du Fuge was already standing at the door with a small notebook, waiting for me. Under the streetlight, his face was indistinct, but the robust and muscular silhouette of his tall figure was clearly cast on the ground

In short, it is simply a matter of saying that you must not harbor unrealistic fantasies; the trope of a prince falling in love with a ugly duckling is long outdated. Romani stood up, adjusted her skirt, and arrogantly approached me, letting out a disdainful snort from her nostrils as she said, "After hearing all this, what are your thoughts?" She looked at me with an expression of someone who was eager to watch the show, fixated on my reaction

"Do you really not know about the illustrious family background of Doug Zeya?" Haverstein became somewhat agitated, leaning forward as she spoke excitedly, "His family monopolizes more than half of the national oil industry, possessing incomparable wealth, and also has royal blood. Doug Zeya's grandmother was a royal consort, his father is a duke, and his mother is a princess. He is a true noble with royal lineage, handsome, wealthy, and charming, with an unparalleled social status, truly a god-like existence"

This is it, I can no longer enter the meeting. I stood there in a daze, letting the report card in my hand sway back and forth in the wind

The teacher on the podium is earnestly and diligently imparting knowledge, gesturing with a teaching stick on the blackboard.

The phrase "true royal bloodline" in Haversing's words pricked Romani, and she turned to glare at Haversing as if to say: What true royal bloodline? Implicitly suggesting that I am a fake? If that is the case, then Romani's royal lineage is hardly worth mentioning in front of Dogze.

Is this the professional quality required to join the X Special Agent Organization? You reached a conclusion without even finishing the materials

I suddenly looked up and displayed a smile so radiant that it could not be more brilliant, revealing all 16 of my teeth

The format of the transcript is concise and clear, and I immediately saw my silly smiling photo, with the grades displayed below. At this moment, a large and striking 58 stands there. 58! Does that mean I cannot join the association and will have to part ways with my dreams? The glimmer of hope I had been holding onto was suddenly shattered in the face of reality

Nicole, who was behind her, shrank back slightly, her eyes flickering as she dared not look at me

After a long silence, I suddenly realized: "What a sentiment..."

Dufarge looked a bit frightened by me, he took a step back and asked warily, "What are you doing?"

I gazed at him in confusion, but he pointed to the assessment form with his chin and said, "Finish reading the materials."

2 points! If I have 2 points, then I can enter the X Special Agent Organization! I can reach the pinnacle of my life! ... Speaking of these 2 points ...

In the cold moonlight and sparse stars, behind the shadow of a black tree, a cloaked figure turned around, took a few quick steps, and vanished into the vast night.

"Yes, I joined with Dufuge today." I kindly replied to her question, only to receive her eye roll in return

Hmm? Is there something I haven't finished reading? Prompted by his reminder, I quickly picked up the report card and began to read it carefully. I noticed that beneath the explanation of the grading criteria at the bottom, there was a small note: The assessors have given a score of 2 points for the performance of the assessed students.

I propped my chin on my hand, struggling to stay awake, and after enduring a long day of classes, I can finally go home to eat and then sleep

Hawenstein stuck out his tongue and lowered his head

The sentiment is that... "It's time to eat!" I took the initiative to end the conversation, happily rushing towards the cafeteria, leaving Romani, who was suddenly left without an opponent in our argument, standing there, as I joyfully dashed towards the delicious food

I glanced at the time and exclaimed, "Time flies so quickly; it has already been a month since I entered the company!" After saying this, I was suddenly jolted back to reality, still immersed in the wonderful world of food, and remembered the one-month assessment period that I had almost forgotten. Today is the assessment day!

Finally, I gritted my teeth and stomped my foot, saying, "If I have to die, then so be it." Then I grabbed the report card and unfolded it under the glow of the streetlight

Romani has changed out of her school uniform and is wearing her luxurious European-style gown with a wide skirt. In one hand, she holds a white feather fan, and in the other, she delicately carries a small, exquisite coffee cup

Hi... I felt a bit uneasy inside, forcing a smile as I greeted, and slowly made my way over with the slowest of steps

Indeed, how poignant! Romani began her nitpicking mode, harboring an inexplicable hostility towards me

I trembled with my hands, wanting to reach out yet afraid to do so, as if that piece of paper weighed a million pounds, causing my heart to race and making me swallow hard.

I chuckled foolishly, blinking my big eyes at him, and said: "So, how is my assessment going?"

Romani hurriedly covered her mouth with a white feather fan, displaying an expression of disbelief: "You actually don't know about the background of Dogze? Then why did you come to the Oulund Academy?"

The leaves by the tree-lined road rustle and dance in the night breeze, while the orange-yellow streetlights illuminate the path. The news screen set up by the roadside flashes today's news, with the date and time marked in the upper right corner as per convention

I do not quite understand the meaning in Romani, and Dougze also seems very approachable. It does not appear to be as terrifying as she described, so I asked: "What kind of family background?"

Do you know? In the month since we have known each other, this is the first time you have shown me a good emotion. I sighed and said, However, it will also be the last time, as you will no longer need to face me again. As I spoke, I was overwhelmed with sadness.

After dinner, the sky finally darkened completely. I contentedly patted my belly and wobbled my way back to the dormitory. However, as I walked, I felt as if a pair of eyes was watching me from behind, yet when I turned to look, there was no one there. This feeling was reminiscent of my first days at the academy, but upon closer reflection, it seemed more like an illusion of my own.

I returned to the dormitory leisurely, carrying my small backpack. As soon as I entered, I saw Romani sitting on the leather sofa in the living room, with Nicole and Havens standing behind her

I rubbed my palms together and quietly approached, my face adorned with a sycophantic smile, yet Duforge was forced to retreat repeatedly, his tough-guy image completely vanishing.

Duforge's words struck me like a thunderclap, leaving me somewhat at a loss.

"What is wrong with you?" Duforge asked with a hint of amusement

The voice of Duforge, along with my sycophantic tone and my lewd chuckle, echoed through the night sky. In order to earn these 2 points, I recklessly charged forward at the cost of my life to tickle Duforge, only to discover that he was also ticklish, and we began to chase and play around with laughter.

At this moment, my heartbeat nearly stopped

Although I have an extremely bad premonition, I must face it positively. I am determined, gritting my teeth, and I head towards Duforge's residence.

Duforge took a folded piece of paper from his notebook, handed it to me, and said: "This is your report card, take a look at it yourself"

She sarcastically said, "You have really gone to great lengths to get close to the campus heartthrob. However, I advise you not to harbor any delusions. With a prestigious family background like Doug Ze's, even someone as noble as I am wouldn't dare to entertain such thoughts. You—" She elongated her tone, scanned me up and down with her eyes, and bluntly said, "A country bumpkin like you shouldn't even have such aspirations."

Not eating but drinking coffee, do nobles really not know hunger? I was calculating in my mind to quickly put down my things and go eat the dinner I longed for, so I planned to pass through the living room and go up the stairs, but unexpectedly, Romani called out to me