Chapter 74: Conflict

Warren's POV:

Blair's cold stare felt like a wake-up call.It was as if he was trying to see through me, which måde me
kind of intimidated.

"I'm sorry. I lost control," I said bluntly.

I felt like a laughing stock at this moment, with everyone staring at me.

"Don't apologize to me.I think that it's Sylvia you should apologize to," Blair said seriously.

I looked at Sylvia, who was still on the floor.

With her hair wet with sweat, she looked like a drowned mouse.She looked back at me with those
beautiful eyes, except they were filled with confusion.

I averted her gaze, feeling a little guilty.But I still couldn't bring myself to say anything.

Sylvia managed to stand up.

"It doesn't matter.It was a sparring session.Getting injured is no big deal.Besides, I'm totally fine."

"Are you really?" Blair raised an eyebrow.

He then turned slowly to me.

"You should still apologize at the very least.I already declared that the fight was over, but you still kept
kicking Sylvia.What's going on with you? It's not like you to lose control of yourself."

"I said I'm fine.I don't think Warren meant it," Sylvia shrugged.

With her arm, she wiped the sweat off of her forehead and smiled weakly.



"We're classmates, after all."

The sincerity in Sylvia's eyes made me feel even more shame.

I would have preferred she did not forgive me instead of acting so nice.I could feel eyes staring at me
from all directions, which made me nervous.

Unsure what to do next, I just turned around and left.

"Why are you just leaving? Shouldn't you apologize for hurting someone?"

Behind me, Flora mumbled.Harry also reached out and stopped me.

He had on a provoking smile.

"Where do you think you're going? You haven't apologized yet."

"Fuck off!" I shoved past his shoulder, heading straight for the gate.

"Fuck you!"

Harry tried to chase after me, but someone seemed to have stopped him.I heard some other students
whispering about me.I didn't care anymore.

All I wanted was to get out of this suffocating place.

Sylvia's POV:

As soon as I got off the stage, Flora and Harry immediately rushed over to me.

"Sylvia, come on! We need to get you to the infirmary," Flora said anxiously.

"Flora, you're up next.Don't worry; I'm fine." I patted my leg, trying to put on a convincing smile.



It was Flora's turn to fight next.She couldn't leave right now.

"It's all right.I'm here.Flora, you go and get up the stage,"

Harry urged Flora.He then bent down in front of me and offered me his shoulder.

"Sylvia, come on! I'll take you to the infirmary myself."

"Okay, fine.I'll go ahead."

Flora looked reluctant Harry easily heaved me over his shoulder and stood up.

"Be careful, Harry! Don't hurt Sylvia anymore,"

Flora reminded Harry as she patted his other shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah.I know.Quit nagging and go fight.At least get us a win!"

Without waiting for Flora's reply, Harry took off sprinting to the infirmary.

He was going so fast I almost vomited.

"Harry, slow down! I'm not dying or something!"

"No way! Have you ever seen a slow ambulance before?"

At this, Harry sped up even more, our hair collectively flying backward in the wind.

When I felt a sudden brake, I knew that we had arrived at the infirmary.

Thud! He plopped me down on a chair on the side and went straight to rummaging through a cabinet.



"Young man, I'm right here.What are you looking for in the cabinet?"

A chubby doctor with gray hair pulled open the curtain and walked out.

He slightly glared at Harry and asked "Where is the patient?"

"Here.It's my leg," I squeaked.

The doctor saw me and put on his glasses, bending down to roll up my pant leg.Watching this, Harry let
out a scream, startling both me and the doctor.


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