After thinking about it all night, Clara decided to go to the guild's room when she got to school.
The feeling of being indebted to someone made her intolerable, had to do something in return, at least say a word of thanks, but she didn't do anything and just watched him leave.
Remembering the injuries she caused to him, Clara did not hesitate to give her opinion, taking the medicine for the wound quite effectively, she often used this medicine to apply bruises all over her body.
Thinking is doing, that's why she is standing in front of the guildhall, not sure if this is the right thing to do? She determined again, suddenly realizing how odd it was, did he think Liam was about the purpose of her meeting with him?
Wandering in the midst of possible risks, Clara turned her head to leave but then turned around, determined to knock on the door.
"Come in."
It was a young man's voice, not his voice.
Clara gripped the knob of the door and turned it slightly, the door slowly opened, revealing the interior of the room.
Luckily for her, the other members hadn't arrived, only a young man was hiding under the table, not knowing what he was doing.
Clara looked for the figure who just let her in and followed her into the room.
"Who's there? What's the matter?"
Suddenly that person spoke up, looking up while rummaging through something in the president's office.
Clara's eyes suddenly widened not from surprise but from the mask the person was wearing.
Several images of the past suddenly appeared before her eyes.
The guy with the black hair, the cat mask, the prom night!
The person tilted his head in confusion at Clara's reaction.
"Who are you?"
What kind of person Why entered the room without saying a word, and stared at other people with wide eyes like that?
Confused, the young man unconsciously scratched his head, then took off the mask, revealing his face.
Clara's eyes widened, she saw the face hidden behind that mask, didn't know what to do, forgot what she came here for, she hurriedly turned her head and walked out of the room.
The sound of the door closing was quite loud, making the other person surprised by the incident.
Clara ran as fast as usual but bumped into two young men approaching. Neil and Corbin were once again annoyed by her behavior, stabbing people without apology and running away immediately.
The two continued to watch her figure fade away until it disappeared from sight and then entered the room.
What's going on? Clara reached out her hand to calm her pounding chest.
The boy that night!
Prince!
...
Breathing fast, Clara couldn't believe that she had just met the boy who danced with her that night. The feeling of being intoxicated by the music follows the overflowing memories.
Unfortunately, she didn't know she had just made a fatal mistake.
Will things go wrong?
The door of the guild room opened, the vice president and his advisor entered, saw someone coming, Liam quickly put the mask on Zane's desk, then went to his desk, his actions were noticed by Neil's eyes.
"What are you doing at Zane's desk?"
"I'm looking for the seal."
Liam honestly replied, just needed the seal, so he went to his desk to rummage, opened the box, and accidentally saw the mask, just got a little excited to try it on, never expecting Clara to come in. I saw it and left in a hurry.
"What do you need the seal for?"
Neil wanted to know since the seal is so important to the association, most decisions that are approved are stamped.
No one other than the top six members of the association is allowed to arbitrarily use the seal for private purposes, without the consent of the other members.
"Ah, that's the scholarship thing. I need a stamp to stamp it and send it to the school administration."
Liam replied, sitting down at his desk to sort through the files of the three candidates nominated for the scholarship. Among them is Clara, now just needs to vote, the owner of the scholarship will be officially named.
"How far has that gone?" Corbin suddenly asked, why these days the teacher in charge of this matter keeps asking him.
"Okay, after the evaluation, there are three candidates, now we just need to choose from those three. This is also what I wanted to discuss with you this morning."
"Yeah! wait for the other two to come and we'll start."
The tactician replied dejectedly, assessing the ability of others, the job he hated the most.
The room returned to silence as the three got to work.
After a while, Alro cheerfully entered, the atmosphere was still the same, nothing changed, except for indifferent greetings, then everyone focused on their own work, and it was only you, that the short meeting started.
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Speaking of Roly, right now he's messing around in the toilet with his wounds, how to hide them now? your friends will ask you about it, who would say that being beaten by a girl is very embarrassing!
Even though he applied for the medicine, it still didn't get better, probably because the medicine he bought didn't work.
There's no way to hide here forever, not to mention Neil just texted him telling him to hurry up and have an urgent meeting. Well, improvising, thinking that he opened the door of the room and walked out, intending to walk while thinking of ways to deal with his friends, especially Naruto, the boy who wanted to change something would insist someone had to tell him. equal to.
Suddenly he froze when he saw an acquaintance. What is this? Why are you here, in the men's section?
Clara suddenly stood in front of the mirror, eyes vaguely staring at the mirror, not knowing that someone was standing behind her.
"What are you doing here?"
Suddenly the voice came from behind, sounding a little familiar.
Clara startled, slowly turned her head to look back, Eyes wide, mouth gaping, she was quite surprised, why are you here? And suddenly appeared that made her heart and liver turn.
As if caught in the act, she subconsciously hid her hands behind her back, not wanting him to discover the potion in her hand.
A silence.
Looking at his suspicious and curious eyes, Clara felt confused, this sudden emotion made her extremely confused. I just stared at him silently for a long time without reacting. Suddenly remembering that she wanted to meet him to say thank you, she regained her spirit, intending to proceed with it, but his eyes suddenly became complicated, it was already deep, it became even more profound.
It was that change that made Clara unable to say the words that were cherished in her heart, she felt like there was a rope tying that intention.
Unable to bear that look, she quickly looked away.
Again, why did she always let him ask and then come up with the answer himself? Unable to bear any more of her somewhat uncharacteristic behavior, in a slow bow he said:
"You got the wrong room?"
It was only when he reminded her that Clara realized it, too bad she should have known it sooner when he stepped out of that door, panicking she immediately lowered her head, her body fell backward, turning her head accordingly. walk out of the room.
Roly also came out, of course, he was done and there was no reason to stay there.
Her heart pounding wildly, she stood with her back against the wall outside the room, her mind still not very clear.
Damn, how could she make Liam such a stupid mistake, while in a panic she thought the men's restroom was the women's restroom.
Lucky for her now that no one is around here, fortunately, the one who caught her is you, otherwise...
Just as he was getting his mind back on track, his voice suddenly rang in one ear.
"Why haven't you gone yet?"
Roly came out, a little surprised Clara stood in front of the door, her back pressed to the wall.
Once more panicking, she frantically moved a step away from him, her back still clinging to the wall and wouldn't let go.
He tilted his head and stared at her in his heart wondering what happened to this girl? Clara on the other hand lowered her head in an attempt to hide her embarrassment.
She probably has nothing to say to him.
Her work has nothing to do with you.
He told himself that and then quickly passed her, without saying a word, as if this was just a mistake that shouldn't have happened. Everyone has a few mistakes like that.
Suddenly a trembling hand reached out and grabbed his sleeve from behind. Quite suddenly, he turned his head to look back, not knowing how to react properly, his eyes fixed on the floor suddenly looking up courageously. She took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes.
Roly turned around to face her. He returned that look with patience, waiting to see what she wanted.
Two hands reached out to him, on which was a small bag, inside was the potion she had prepared for him last night.
Roly looked at her and then down at the bag, bewildered and curious.
"What is this?"
Clara boldly grabbed his left arm indifferently, the sudden action made him quite stunned, the reaction was slow, so he did not have time to withdraw his hand, leaving her alone to put the bag in the palm of her hand.
"It will help the wound heal."
Finished, she raised her hand to point to her forehead, indicating to him that she understood what she wanted to say.
How silly is your image right now? standing in front of a person who uses a special language to talk, he can't absorb anything, just stares at people dancing, confused trying to understand what they convey to him.
She kept gesturing and he still had no idea what she was referring to, the difference in language and tone of voice made him fall into a moment of confusion.
Self-confessed helplessness.
She was also bad and forgot to bring a pen and paper, after all, who would have known that this meeting would be in such circumstances.
"I just wanted to say thank you."
She finished immediately running away, ignoring the stupid surprised expression he looked after her.
After she left, he lost consciousness for a moment before he regained consciousness.
Not sure what it was, but his curious nature made him open it to see what was inside.
A small glass jar with a piece of paper.
Roly slowly unfolded the folded piece of paper, a few messages with instructions on how to use the medicine.
How should I put it, he was quite surprised by the sudden gift she gave him, at first he did not know that he thought that Clara was like many other girls who wanted to flirt with him.
Remember, What a perverted way of thinking!
Unable to hold back his overflowing gratitude, he was forced to follow his emotions. Opening the lid of the glass jar, the first thing that attacked his emotions was that scent, the gentle scent of lavender filled his nasal cavity.
I don't know what she intends, after all, I don't know what she is saying, so I think about it, but he must have suspected it, it's just a potion, he needs it again, so there's no more hesitation, Roly tested its effectiveness.
The feeling of coolness caressed the wounded areas, followed by the faint scent of lavender that made people feel comfortable. Unlike other potions, which can help relieve pain but do not help remove the unpleasant scent, it is easy to be suspected by others.
Feeling better he went to his room, everyone was waiting for him.