But in comparison, Serin and Raffaele were much closer to him. After all, they had known each other for so long, at least they were friends, so it was better to go and take a look.
With that in mind, Garon couldn't help but walk towards the direction they left. Halfway there, he met two girls who seemed to be blocking his way.
"Sister Raffaele won't let you go." One of the girls, who was tall and sturdy, said in a low muffled voice. Her body was much bigger than Garon's.
Garon looked at the forest from afar, but all he could see was darkness.
He had to prepare for the show at night soon. He shook his head, turned around and left. After all, there wasn't much hatred between elementary and middle school students. Even if they fought, there wouldn't be any accidents.
*****
The beautiful sound of the violin slowly sounded on the stage.
Garen was dressed in a white suit and was playing the violin with his eyes slightly closed. He had to control the tone of his voice to maintain its normal state. Otherwise, if he were to let loose and play casually, the creepy aura from before would appear.
In the venue, there was a huge crowd. Eighty to ninety percent of the school's teachers and students were here.
Serin and Raffaele were also here. Serin looked a little depressed, her neck was red, while Raffaele was unharmed. The result was obvious.
Garon gently put down the violin and bowed to the audience. Instantly, a thunderous applause sounded.
He turned around and walked off the stage. The host's voice followed, but that had nothing to do with him.
After he got off the stage, without changing his clothes, he saw Raffaele waiting at the side of the stage, waiting for him to come down. There were also a few students who were watching the show.
"You've worked hard, Garon. Come and have some water." Raffaele came up with a charming smile and handed him a wet towel and a bottle of mineral water.
Garon looked at Serin who was not far away. She was also walking towards him. But when she saw Raffaele, she stopped in her tracks and gritted her teeth.
"What happened between you two?" He frowned and asked.
"Nothing." Raffaele's smile sank. After a pause, she returned to her usual arrogant and admiring smile. "Can you walk with me? Just the two of us. "
Garon ignored her and walked towards Serin and Elaine. There was even a scratch on Elaine's face.
Speechless, he looked at the two of them and whispered a few words to them. Then, he asked if they wanted to go back with him. At this moment, the students in the venue had already begun to disperse.
A few of the students who had come over to call the three of them noticed that the atmosphere was a little off. Raffaele and her group had also walked over to the side. They immediately fell silent, not knowing what to do.
What surprised Garon was that even though Serin and Eeleen had lost, they refused to go back with him no matter what. What was up with that expression of 'you have to accept your loss'?
Seeing Serin and Garen separate from the crowd and leave, Garon felt a little confused. Are all kids these days so assertive?
"No one will disturb us now, right?" Raffaele walked over and said with a proud smile. She naturally grabbed Garon's arm and gently leaned her well-developed chest against it.
Garon felt a headache coming on and decided to just ignore these kids. Everything would probably go back to normal soon.
He glanced at Raffaele, who was beside him. She had shoulder-length golden hair, a charming face, delicate skin, long and slender legs, and a large chest that was pressed against his hand, but he could smell the faint fragrance of a virgin.
He could feel that Raffaele's actions made her a little nervous.
Some people in the venue had already noticed the commotion and whistles could be heard occasionally.
Raffaele took Garon's hand and wrapped it around her slender waist. She was very confident in her figure and leaned her body against Garon, her face blushing pink.
"Don't you like me?" Her face was so close that their lips were almost touching. "Or am I not seductive enough?"
"Although I don't mind taking the initiative to give yourself to me, but you should at least let me know, what do you like about me?" Garon asked speechlessly. He knew that other than talking to Serin, he didn't have much interaction with other people.
"Like is like, do I need a reason?" Raffaele asked back. "I want you to be my man."
Garon opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.
"Even if I can't have your heart, I want to have your body." Raffaele said domineeringly.
Uh …
Why did this sentence sound so familiar?
Isn't this what a normal man would say to a woman?
Garon felt a little confused. The atmosphere in this town was really wrong …
Raffaele grabbed Garen's arm and started showing off in front of her friends. Not only her female companions, but even some of the female students and students in the school started cheering as well.
After the party ended, Raffaele dismissed the rest of the people and took the initiative to send Garon home.
On the way back, the two of them didn't speak and just walked forward in silence.
Raffaele only stopped when she vaguely saw Garon's two-story house.
"I'll come pick you up tomorrow. Be good and wait at home, okay?" She moved closer to Garen's body, faintly allowing the two tips of her breasts to rub against Garen's chest.
"If you're obedient, I can give you a little reward ~ ~ ~"
"Are we dating this early considered puppy love?" Garen asked speechlessly. "Although I don't reject you, but I'll still be with Serin and Eeleen tomorrow. You don't have to trouble yourself to pick me up … "
"They won't come." Raffaele smiled. "The winner and loser between us has already been settled. This is a duel between women. In front of the ancient oath, no one can break it."
When she mentioned the ancient oath, there was a heavy and strange feeling in her eyes.
This made Garon feel a little uneasy. It seemed like this duel wasn't just a fight between children as he expected.
"You're already mine." Raffaele emphasized again. "Even if you don't choose me, they can't go against the oath and get close to you."
"That's why I hate children pretending to be adults the most …" Garon felt a headache coming on.
"Aren't you one of the children too?" Raffaele couldn't help but laugh. She leaned over and stroked Garon's neck with her soft hands. Then she left like the wind and disappeared into the night.
"See you tomorrow."
A clear voice came from afar.
Garon looked speechlessly at Raffaele who left. He shook his head and walked towards his house.
"Mom, I'm back!"
Opening the door, Garon changed his shoes and walked in. He closed the door behind him.
"There's corn soup in the microwave. I added black mushrooms. Heat it up and drink it yourself." Mother Trish's voice could be heard from the study room. She was rushing her manuscript again. Recently, she was writing a research paper and spent all day in the study room, leaning over the computer. Most of the household chores were taken care of by father Emma. She would only occasionally boil some soup for her child to nourish his body.
"Oh."
Garon put down his bag and piano case and put them in his room. He saw his brother Jason's room was open. Jason was lying on the bed reading something.
"Jason, do you know Raffaele? She's a senior. "
"Raffaele?" Jason turned around. He was almost as tall as his father Emmer in high school. He grew quickly. His room was filled with posters of boxing champions. Each poster was full of muscles and sweat.
His dream was to become a great boxer, also known as the legendary boxing champion. Perhaps part of this dream came from Garon. Jason, who was beaten up by his brother since he was young, always had an almost perverted desire for strength. He constantly trained his muscles every day to train his boxing strength. "Raffaele.
Raffaele Deckman. She's a famous person in school. She's beautiful, confident, and proud. She and her people occupy the school's locker room, tennis department, and music department. She sets the rules there. She's a very strong girl. "Jason turned around and looked at his brother." Why are you asking about her? "
"No … Nothing."
"Big brother ~ ~ ~" Little sister Vivien ran over and threw herself into Garen's arms. This little girl had inherited her mother's excellent genes. She was now in third grade, and looked like a cute little loli. She wore a white nightgown, and her long blonde hair was draped over her shoulders. Her big eyes were sparkling, and her pink lips were pouty. She was extremely cute.
"Brother, you look so handsome in this outfit!"
The little sister gave Garon a big thumbs up and gave him a big smile.
"Was the performance a success?"
"With Vivien's help in rehearsing, it was definitely a success." Garon reached out and pinched his sister's little face. Her chubby white face was his favorite place to pinch. It felt good to the touch.
"I drew a portrait of brother in art class today. Do you want to see it?" Little Vivien looked at Garon with anticipation.
"Of course I want to see it."
Thus, the night passed quickly under his sister's pestering. Garon went to bed very early. He didn't even know when his father, who had gone out for research, came back.
After completing his routine Secret Technique practice, he fell into a deep sleep. It was the first time he had slept so well.
The second level, Insidious Hand, was to cultivate the insidious force and use it against the enemy. There were also some that gathered all the toxins and impurities in the body into one place, forming an insidious ability. The additional effect of this sheep was that Garon's sleep quality became very good.
The only thing that made Garon unhappy was that the progress of this level of Secret Technique was a little too slow. He had broken through to the second level for a long time, but he was still stuck at this level. Although he could feel the progress, the speed was too slow. If he continued to train at this speed, it would take at least a few years before he could barely enter the third level. The time required for each level of the Black Sethe Secret Technique increased gradually. With Garon's talent, he had already greatly reduced this time. However, even if it was shortened now, he would have to wait until he was twenty years old before he could possibly reach the third level. As for the fourth level, he didn't even know how long it would take.
There was only one way to solve this problem — potential points.
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