After the college competition ended, the dean of Qiaodun College personally presented the award to him. The old man with some gray hair was still strong. He was wearing thick armor and a cloak. He put one hand on the shoulder of Darcy, who was almost unable to stand, and looked at the scarred young man with gray eyes.
"Very good, very good."
He only said these few words, and the old general placed the crown in his hand on Darcy's forehead. The shape of the crown was like a sword pointing to the sky, but only the sword in the middle was particularly straight and long, with a diamond-shaped gem inlaid in the middle.
"Dulcie!"
"Dulcie!"
"Dulcie!"
At first, it was the cheers of a few scattered students, then the cheers of all the students of Pier College, and finally the cheers of the entire Emenas students.
Perhaps before, Darcy was just a less famous student, but tonight everyone got to know this young man again. The steel-like muscles on his shoulders and back, and the weirdness and deformation of his wrists and ankles caused by overtraining, all demonstrated his years of hard work and diligence.
The students cheered not only for Darcy's victory, but also for his diligence. Many students present had made varying degrees of effort, but not every effort was rewarded, and anxiety and loss often filled their hearts.
But today, Darcy, through concrete actions and achievements, demonstrated to these students that sweat and hard work are not meaningless, and that pedigree and resources cannot define everything. Although each step is small, it also has its own unique significance. The so-called tower of victory is not built suddenly, but is built from countless small stones.
Amid the cheering crowd, Jack also stood up with his companions. This time, he did not continue to bury his head in the books, but stared closely at the student wearing the crown on the stage.
I really hope I can be like him.
The emotions that well up in my heart include envy, jealousy, warmth and admiration.
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After the awards ceremony for the college competition, the students gradually dispersed. Some seniors flew away directly, while others who were less skilled in flying lined up quietly, waiting for the elevator.
"Ye Ling, wake up." Loran Hill shook the little one sleeping on his knees, and then watched her slowly rub her eyes and wake up.
"What's wrong, Sister Luo Lan, ha~" She yawned, as if she had not slept enough, and stretched her body.
"Get up, the game is over." Loran Hill pinched the little girl's waist, making her body tremble and then giggle.
"I, I'm up." The body jumped up quickly, and then jumped out of Loran Hill's arm range. Ye Ling jogged a few steps on the empty steps before turning around. Her long ponytails swept across Vimiya beside her, and then she grabbed her.
"Let me go, Sister Weimiya~" Ye Ling begged for mercy coquettishly, and was then lifted up by Bumansha behind her.
"You finally woke up after pressing someone's knees all night." Bumansha held Ye Ling tightly, preventing him from moving.
"Woo woo, I know I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again next time." Although Ye Ling is quite strong and most of her peers cannot beat her, Bumansha is an exception. She can easily defeat her every time.
"Haha, little Ye Ling finally met his nemesis." Lily made faces at Ye Ling and joked.
Just like that, eight girls from the two dormitories stood on the stands where snowflakes were gradually falling, chatting in low voices, with occasional laughter, as they quietly waited for the crowd in front of the elevator to gradually disperse.
The next day during the day.
After thinking for a while, Loran Hill decided to go visit the injured Ling Xin, of course he had to change his identity.
The place where the injured students recuperated and received treatment was the Qingquan Palace of the Temple Academy. After finding out, Loran Hill returned to the independent cottage and changed into the long dress she had worn when she was Lacey. The dress was mainly white, with star decorations and hollow patterns on the waist and skirt, which was elegant and exquisite.
Walking through the sunny corridors and courtyards with clear springs, the silver-haired Loran Hill walked in the palace. From time to time, he met students in black and white uniforms and temple staff on the way.
Because she was afraid that the other party would not recognize her, she did not wear the pendant and glasses given by Titus today, but went to visit with her original appearance.
The sunlight shines on her soft and dreamy face. Under her silver hair are eyes as blue and transparent as the sky. As she walks, her slender legs and the white shoes she wears seem to walk through people's hearts, causing ripples and waves.
"Who is that girl?"
“So beautiful.”
"Is this an angel?"
......
The whispered discussions and discussions accompanied by curious glances from time to time made Loran Hill feel helpless. If he had known earlier, he would have worn the glasses first and taken them off later. However, there were many people here, and changing his appearance rashly would probably cause more attention and disturbance.
That's it for now. She quickened her pace, turned a few corners, and asked for Lingxin's location.
"Hello, can I ask if the student who was injured in the college competition yesterday is here?" Loran Hill asked a nun in a black uniform.
"Are you going to visit them? Please go that way." The nun pointed in a direction.
"Thanks."
Loran Hill walked to the other side, which was a corridor in the palace. There were gems shining above his head, illuminating the ground. Next to it were doors with room numbers written on them. It could be seen that most of the rooms here were rest rooms for the wounded.
There weren't many people in the corridor, and occasionally one could see students from other colleges, probably visiting their injured friends.
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