(A word of warning, I'm taking the second test tomorrow...
I practiced five times today, and failed all five times...
I am drunk too…………
But keep calm, keep calm, keep calm...
Although I hate strict coaches, I really, really want to pass...
But... I don't know what tomorrow will be like, so wish me good luck...
But don't worry... If tomorrow doesn't pass, I'll only be depressed for one day, 2,000 words per day. After that day is over, I'll start to make it up to you, 6,000 words per day. Please pay attention and read it again from the beginning~
I know my writing is terrible and not many people read it, but it doesn’t matter. In a few days I will uninstall all the software and concentrate on writing instead of paying too much attention to the data.
If I pass, the exam issue will be over. I don’t want to think about the exam anymore, and I don’t want to be scolded by the coach every day and feel depressed.
That's all. Jiubai is very grateful that you've read this, and I'm also very grateful that you enjoy my writing and are my readers... Jiubai is truly grateful and loves you all! Thank you, and thank you to that lovely little reader who leaves me messages every day!
"The rest is up to you!" Arnold gave an order to the elder, then spread his wings and flew out.
After Arnold left, the Great Elder and others gave the experimental subject anesthesia and sealed him back in a transparent glass cover.
After completing this series of work, they all left.
"This time, we are one step closer to success!" The Great Elder couldn't help but say to his companions as they walked.
"Yes, yes! Thanks to Duke Arnold. If it weren't for Duke Arnold, we don't know how long we would have to finish our research!" The second elder responded.
The voices of several people chatting faded away, and the laboratory returned to its former silence.
Oliver waited a moment, making sure they had left before jumping out.
Oliver jumped out, clapped his hands, and stretched his body: "Oh~ Finally leaving!"
"You guessed right. Under the leadership of a rookie like me, you spent five hundred years researching and came up with a hugely powerful failure..."
Oliver touched his nose, slowly walked over to the experimental subject, and looked him over carefully. "This... black hair, white skin, and long nails... is this what a hybrid of a human and a vampire looks like? It feels... not bad... not unacceptable."
O'face control' Liv looked at the experimental subject seriously and thought.
It was almost time. If he didn't go down, who knows what that madman Leonard would do next. Oliver quickly ran towards the place where they had agreed to meet.
Sure enough, Leonard was already irritable waiting there: the dark red under his eyes had turned scarlet, and his nails had grown uncontrollably longer, becoming pointy and scary.
Leonard paced back and forth anxiously, making people dizzy and wanting to knock him out.
However, no one present dared to take action, so they could only let him pace back and forth there.
Leonard also wanted to find Oliver, but the tracking spell he placed on Oliver seemed to be ineffective, and he could not sense Oliver's location.
Just when Leonard was about to upset the entire banquet, Oliver suddenly appeared in front of Leonard like a little angel.
"Oliver?" Leonard looked at Oliver who suddenly appeared in front of him in disbelief. "Where were you just now? Didn't I tell you to wait for me here? Where did you go?!"
Leonard's hand tightly grasped Oliver's arm, and because of the force, his nails pierced into Oliver's delicate skin.
"Pa~!" "Let me go!!!" Oliver slapped Leonard in the face. Everyone forgot to come over when they heard the sound.
The two people in the storm had no idea.
"What's it to you where I go? Do you think I'll be wherever you say I am? Who do you think you are?" Oliver pulled back her arm, looking at the bloody streaks on it with heartache, wanting to slap Leonard again: "Did you pinch my arm like that? I'm going to die!!!"
Leonard just maintained the look of being beaten, head down, not moving, not moving.
The vampires who were watching the fun pointed at Oliver and said happily:
Blood Clan A: This little blood slave is so brave! He even dared to hit his master!
Bloodline B: Yes, yes, she looked so beautiful, but she didn't expect to seek death. Now no one can save her~~
Blood C: Oh, what a pity! Such a beautiful blood slave is rare. It would be nice to keep it as a decoration. It's just so ignorant of the times...
After a long time, just when everyone thought Leonard was going to tear Oliver to pieces, Leonard moved.
He first pulled his stiff face into a creepy smile, then slowly knelt in front of Oliver and took her hand: "How can Your Majesty do this yourself? It must be very painful!"
Oliver was annoyed by him, waved his hand away and took a step back: "Don't touch me!!"
Leonard was stunned for a moment, then continued his movements, took a step forward and grabbed Oliver's hand, but this time the force was obviously much greater, and Oliver's slender wrist turned white from being pinched by him.
During the argument, Leonard discovered his own masterpiece: "Your Highness! What happened to you? Who did this?!"
Oliver was speechless and pouted: "Just look at how fresh this is and you'll know who it is..."
Leonard stared at the wound that had not yet scabbed over and fell into deep thought: Could it be that Oliver was injured before he came?
Before he could ask, a voice came: "Long time no see, Leonard~"
Leonard ignored the voice, but Oliver turned his head suddenly: Arnold?
The person who came was Arnold. Ever since Arnold separated from Oliver, he liked this little blood slave more and more. He couldn't let him go several times. After finishing the business with the Great Elder, he began to look for Oliver at the banquet.
After searching everywhere above, Arnold set his sights on the first floor. However, it happened that the moment he spread his wings and flew down, he saw two people surrounded by the crowd.
"Duke Arnold~" The vampires paid the highest respect to their Duke.
Arnold waved his hand and walked towards Oliver step by step.
Leonard looked at Arnold, who was staring at his prince with a smile, and an ominous premonition suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.
He stood up and stood in front of Oliver, his expression indifferent: “Duke Arnold, what can I do for you?”
Arnold could certainly see Leonard's hostility, but he didn't care: "Leonard, your little blood slave looks very interesting."
Leonard clenched his hands tightly. "Oh? I don't think so."
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