Chapter 85: Golden Lion Academy’s forfeit (2/2)
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In an empty space in front of a body training gym inside Iron Forest Academy, six or seven great iron army cooking pots were set up, all sorts of vegetable soups and meats gurgling inside. The smell was thick enough to whet anyone’s appetite.
The academy was the one putting the most emphasis on physical strength among the four great academies of St. Lauren, so the canteens in Iron Forest Academy always had been the best among these academies as well. And, as the team representing the academy’s honor and its future, it had teachers in special charge of their meals every day after the end of their training.
These stews that looked very much like potpourri were also a specialty of Iron Forest Academy, with many meats and medicine extremely beneficial for the body added inside them.
At this moment, all the members of team Iron Forest circled around these iron pots. All of them waited for Ferguillo’s command, then they could start digging in.
“Boss, something huge happened!” Someone shouted in alarm all of a sudden. Two male students of Iron Forest Academy with especially bulgy-looking muscles charged out of the shadows in the distance.
“Like there’s anything huge that could happen.” Wilde immediately made a contemptuous gesture at the two musclemen. “You just came to freeload our food just like last time.”
“Something big really happened this time, we didn’t come to eat for free.” The two musclemen rushed in front of Ferguillo. First they respectfully called him boss, then they said, flustered and discomfited, “That Stingham transferred to Holy Dawn Academy. Golden Lion Academy directly forfeited!”
“What!”
The expressions on Wilde and the others went through an abrupt change. All of them leaped to their feet.
“Keep calm.” Only Ferguillo stayed calmly seated. He merely frowned a little and asked faintly, watching the two musclemen, “Let’s hear it, what on earth happened?”
“It seems like Stingham transferred to Holy Dawn Academy because of some unknown agreement. Now he’s already living in the Ivy district. The people in Golden Lion who showed a little prowess in the last tournament all graduated already. Only captain Hansen has some strength to speak of now. Their morale’s totally gone now that Stingham’s suddenly gone. Maybe Golden Lion Academy thinks it’ll affect their school’s reputation too much if they lose too tragically, so they used the pretext of some collective accident during training and directly threw in the towel. We also requested people to ask around after we heard the news about Golden Lion Academy’s forfeit, then we learned it was originally because Stingham went to Holy Dawn Academy.” The two musclemen explained in a confused gabble.
“Stingham was a freshman in Golden Lion Academy, and he never represented Golden Lion Academy in a formal match. According to the rules of the tournament, he can represent Holy Dawn Academy and fight as soon as the next match!” Wilde and the others turned ashen. “Since Golden Lion Academy gave up, we’re next up against Holy Dawn Academy. Holy Dawn Academy must definitely have done something shady, they’re targeting us on purpose!”
“No need to guess whether there’s a conspiracy or not.” Ferguillo swept his gaze across Wilde and the others. “The competition has rules, and everything was done within the rules of the tournament, so there’s nothing unfair about it, and there’s no need to complain whatever. Anyway, Stingham, Ayrin, or Chris, these are people we have met sooner or later.”
Ferguillo’s voice had always seemed to exert a special magic on these violent men. These violent men who were itching a few seconds ago to go out and fight calmed down completely. They sat down, a little embarrassed.
“Eat eat eat.” Wilde blew on the hair covering half his face. “This match still comes down to a match between Chris and the boss.”
“But Stingham…” The two musclemen who rushed here to spread the news were a little flabbergasted.
“Are you guys idiots. Sit down if you want to eat, beat it if you don’t want to eat.” Wilde gave the two of them a stare. “Don’t tell me you guys really think that Stingham fought to a draw with our boss. The boss put up an act to confuse the opponent, don’t tell me you fell for it just like that?”
“What you’re saying is, the boss was only faking it that day and didn’t go all out?” The two musclemen’s eyes bulged all of a sudden.
“Why do you ask since you already know the answer. Just don’t run your mouth off and spread it around.” Two members of the school team both separately knocked the two musclemen on their heads.
“Got it!” The two musclemen sat down, overjoyed. They scrambled to grab a lunchbox and nab some food. They couldn’t resist saying at the same time, “You guys don’t get lazy just because the boss is strong though, you have to help him handle the rest of them.”
“Shut your traps.” Wilde narrowed his eyes. “Anyway, when the day comes, none of us other than the boss will leave the field still standing.”