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Chapter 107 A Minor Incident in the Freshman Trial (4)



Chapter 107 A Minor Incident in the Freshman Trial (4)

Alfred reminded Brady with an attitude that he was not angry at all but was very considerate.

Brady seemed very angry about his reaction, but he couldn't think of a new excuse to make trouble.

Finally, Brady's eyes fell on Alfred's lunch.

"It's a seven-credit package. It seems like you're living a very tight budget, Elect. Didn't you earn 250,000 credits from a useless senior? Are you reluctant to spend them?"

Brady smiled and taunted.

Then, as if to show off, he brought the luxurious lunch worth 120 credits in his hand to Alfred.

"Eh? That's not the case. I just think seafood fried rice is delicious, and the nutritional combination is quite balanced. If Ulysses is interested, you can try it if you have the chance."

Alfred raised the corner of his mouth in mockery.

"After all, if you only eat meat, your nutrition will definitely be unbalanced. Not only will you not grow taller, but it will also affect the development of your brain."

"you……"

Brady, who originally wanted to provoke Alfred, was instead angered by Alfred.

Just as he was about to explode, he was stopped by Mark and Dutt behind him.

Brady snorted unhappily and left the seat where Alfred and others were sitting in a huff.

"That guy picked the wrong opponent... He picked a fight with Al, who is already known for his sharp tongue. What an idiot."

Leonard complained dumbfoundedly.

"Hmm~Hmm?! Venomous tongue, are you talking about me?"

"Al, you idiot, after you mocked Bodole in public during the Herbology class, the nickname of Poison Tongue Elector has spread. And during the duel, you also mocked that second-year student severely, right?"

The one who answered was not Reynard, but Liliana who was sitting across from him.

She also put on a speechless expression and looked at the confused Alfred.

"It's their fault for picking a fight first."

"A normal person wouldn't humiliate someone to the point of being embarrassed just because they were picked on, right? I heard that the second-year student hasn't been to class for quite some time because he suffered a serious blow."

Liliana shrugged.

"In a sense, Electra-san is just like Ulysses-san. He lacks common sense in some aspects."

Even Rosalie, who usually behaved very politely and steadily, couldn't help but chuckle.

Edward and Ella were even more extreme, grinning at Alfred as if he were a rare and exotic animal.

(How do you guys see me?)

Alfred couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

With a bang, it attracted everyone's attention.

Brady, who was carrying a lunch worth 120 credits, fell flat on the flat ground some distance away from Alfred and the others, where there were no obstacles.

The expensive lunch just flew out and fell to the ground.

"Pfft, Al, that wasn't you who did it?"

Leonard couldn't help but sneer at Brady's embarrassing look.

When the students nearby saw his appearance, they couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"If I could do that, I wouldn't have been hit by him just now, right?"

Alfred shrugged his shoulders and distanced himself from the matter.

That being said, he had already guessed who had tripped Brady.

"Al, Al, that 120-credit meal looks delicious. I want to try it."

The invisible Emilia leaned close to Alfred's ear and spoke coquettishly in a voice that no one could hear.

"Didn't you already have lunch?"

"I'm not full yet~Please~"

"Oh, I get it. Take the student ID card yourself. Don't let Leonard and Lespinas (Elajer) next to me notice it."

Alfrid also reminded Emilia quietly.

"I know~"

As soon as Emilia's voice fell, Alfred felt a cold little hand silently reaching into his arms and taking away his student ID.

I don’t know if Emilia did it on purpose or was just careless.

Alfred also felt something soft touching his back.

"Al?"

Rose's call drew Alfred's attention back.

"I'm fine Sister Rose, let's eat quickly, we don't have much time for lunch break."

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(What bad luck! Why would I trip in such a place?)

Brady was furious as he endured the ridicule from people around him.

Although he had no basis for his suspicion, he was certain that it must have been Alfred's doing.

He roughly threw a newly ordered 120-credit meal on the table and sat down next to Mark.

Dutt, who was sitting opposite Mark, spoke first.

"Brady, why did you deliberately cause trouble for Electrek?"

Dutt also asked in a low voice.

There was a timidity in his voice, which made Brady feel irritated.

"Why, are you scared?"

"No, no, that's not it. It's just that Elector didn't provoke us, so it's not good to pick a fight like this. Although, although he is from the Elector family, he is also the heir to the Duke's family."

Dutt seemed to shrink back after being glared at by Brady.

But he still stammered and tried to persuade Brady.

"I think you've been a little weird lately, Brady."

Mark echoed.

"Huh? What on earth are you two talking about?"

Brady made a threatening sound like a gangster.

Neither Dutt nor Mark knew how to respond to him, and finally chose to eat their lunch in silence.

The atmosphere at the table suddenly became very awkward.

"Tsk, let's not talk about this. I plan to rent a single-family villa from the school as my residence. Do you want to move in with me? I'll pay the rent, and you two just need to bring your things and move in."

In order to break the silence, Brady took the initiative to change the subject.

He also felt that his attitude towards Mark and Dutt was a bit too aggressive.

So Brady took the initiative to propose that the two of them live in his rented villa for free as an apology.

But Mark and Dutt looked at each other and did not immediately respond to Brady's invitation.

"Um, Brady, where did you get so many credits?"

Mark asked timidly, afraid of making Brady angry again.

"You don't have to worry about this. I have plenty of credits and money now, so you just need to move in."

Brady replied impatiently.


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