The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　Pandora couldn't help but smile: "You received a gift, didn't you? I was just as troubled as you were when I was in first grade. If someone gives you a gift or confesses their feelings to your face, just bravely refuse. Hesitating will only leave a bad impression on that person."

　A realistic fantasy. And if it was stolen and put in a drawer, throw it in the trash.

　Rose covered her mouth involuntarily: "Is this okay?"

　Pandora said without hesitation, "You need to understand, if someone you haven't had much contact with suddenly says they like you, then they will inevitably say the same thing to someone else someday. There's absolutely no need to get to know that kind of person."

　Rose suddenly realized, "I see."

　Pandora: "The reason Valentine's Day is divided into two parts is to remind people that they must think carefully about matters of the heart. Because it's not something that can be made up for if you make a mistake. We girls are often at a disadvantage in this regard, so we should be even more cautious."

　Rose nodded vigorously, gaining +1 favorability.

　As Dak watched the two exchange their thoughts, he couldn't help but sigh.

　Pandora is really quick and decisive when it comes to dealing with Valentine's Day gifts.

　Someone like him would never do something like throwing a gift in the trash.

　It is euphemistically called "gentlemanly demeanor".

　But ultimately it boils down to "indecisiveness".

　It's not clean and neat enough to cut it off.

　But if he actually does that, he'll probably get a bad reputation.

　Girls can be quick and efficient in this regard, but boys can't.

　Just as they were talking...

　Suddenly, the sound of flapping wings came from above the three of them.

　Just as they subconsciously looked up, Professor Lily suddenly broke free from her invisibility and flew away with a "whoosh".

　We arrived at the opposite side of Dak.

　The little imp, who looked to be exactly the same age as Dark, chuckled and tossed the "chocolate" he had just made into the snack pile, then casually said, "What's going on? Everyone's playing around here."

　Dak didn't pay much attention to the "chocolate" and said, "We should experience the first snow of spring after winter."

　Professor Lily rolled her eyes, observing the girls in this private space, and suddenly asked, "Did they all give you Valentine's Day chocolates?"

　Dark was taken aback by what he heard, not expecting Professor Lily to have such a question.

　However, in this situation, it's best to just tell the truth.

　So he said directly, "We are just friends." But out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw Rose silently take out a square gift box from her bag, and then, imitating Professor Lily, carefully put the gift box into the pile of snacks.

　And so Dak's words abruptly stopped.

　Professor Lily's gaze then drifted to Pandora.

　Pandora smiled calmly, pulled a bar of chocolate from her sleeve, and stuffed it into the pile of snacks.

　Finally, both of their gazes turned to Diana, who was still rolling around in the snow with the three cats.

　Darke said awkwardly, "Yes, yes, Diana also sent one."

　"Buyi!"

　As if sensing a threat, Eevee suddenly unfurled from its ball form and nestled firmly against its owner's chest, asserting its ownership!

　Dark instinctively reached out and hugged him.

　Professor Lily glanced sideways at the little Eevee and suddenly said, "Dark, I want to build the biggest snowman in St. Marian!"

　Are you Diana?

　Of course, I had to keep those words to myself.

　"Together"

　"Dark asked."

　Pandora cupped her hands to her mouth, blew a breath, and said, "Okay."

　Rose nodded demurely.

　The four of them stood up, found a spot, and started building a snowman.

　Until then.

　Mike Irwin then appeared nearby.

　He stared blankly at the people next to Dark Dimon, and couldn't help but rub his eyes.

　A third-year girl standing next to him frowned and scolded, "What's going on? Owen, is this the easy-to-bully first-year student you mentioned, Dark? Dimon? Look who's next to him! Pandora? Doragon, a fourth-year student!"

　"Professor, you've been around for over a hundred years! If you can't even see that, I think you need to go back to school for a refresher course!"

　"cough!"

　Owen coughed lightly. "Don't be like that, Maggie. I was just following orders. Jeffrey may have acted impulsively, but he's not stupid. He actually wanted to use this method to gradually establish the Aristocratic History Research Society as Dark Dimon's adversary."

　Facade. Many people in our club are indecisive and wavering; we always need to give them a little push.

　Maggie: "I'm saying you're stupid!"

　Kyrie Irving:

　After a while.

　Irving stared into Maggie's eyes and said, "Maggie, you know I'm not stupid."

　Maggie Gaskell, a third-grade girl with medium-length golden-red hair.

　Her features were quite delicate, especially her eyes, which were as beautiful as rubies.

　Under Irving's gaze, Maggie scoffed, "If you weren't stupid, how could you come up with such a terrible idea?"

　Irving shrugged. "It's really bad. Jeffrey picked me to embarrass himself, not to intimidate Dark Dimon, but to intimidate me."

　Maggie: "You knew that, yet you still did it."

　Irving: "I have no choice. Here's what we'll do: you go over there later, just put the chocolate on the table, and then leave without saying anything. I'll take care of the rest."

　Maggie picked up a box of chocolates and growled, "These are chocolates I made for you!"

　Irving: "Don't worry, I'll take it back and eat it after I've made a fool of myself."

　Maggie: "Get out!"

　Then she threw the chocolate hard at Mike Irwin's face, turned around and walked away without looking back.

　"Hey."

　Irving couldn't help but run his hand into his curly hair and rub it vigorously.

　too difficult!

　Why do we have to suffer like this on a perfectly good Valentine's Day?

　He bent down to pick up the chocolate box that had rolled to the ground, and said regretfully, "I don't even know if the chocolate inside is broken."

　But someone else snatched the chocolate box first.

　"Senior, here's your chocolate."

　Witt Gold handed the box of chocolates to Owen, thinking to himself, "Poor thing, he must have been rejected just like me."

　【3-in-1 6000】

　[I've updated 20,000 words in 24 hours, and even a hard-on won't get me a single monthly pass? No way! A (T_T)]

Chapter 309 Only a duel can soothe my sorrow (4k)

　"Isn't this the son of a hero?" Owen reached out and took the chocolate box, recognizing Victor's face as he did so.

　"Thanks."

　So he habitually smiled.

　Seeing his forced smile, Witt felt a pang of sadness and said, "You're welcome, senior, keep it up!"

　Although Irving didn't quite understand, he politely replied, "Yeah, good luck to you too!"

　Witt clenched his fist at him, then continued walking towards the lake with Robert.

　The snow outside is very cold.

　Just like his heart, it was ice-cold.

　Mike Irving watched Witt's retreating figure and murmured, "Regardless, it was a good encounter."

　Then he rallied his spirits and headed toward where Dak was, carrying the chocolate.

　But after taking only two steps, he stopped, picked up the chocolate, glanced at it, and said with a wry smile, "Why am I still carrying it?"

　Mike Irving returned about half an hour later.

　He had just knocked on Maggie's door, but couldn't get it open, so he had to put the chocolate back in his own dorm room.

　Without Maggie, without Chocolate, even that seemingly terrible idea was gone.

　Irving needs to come up with new ideas.

　He strolled slowly through the snow, deep in thought.

　Room 501, Tower of the Noble House.

　Angus Jeffrey, the president of the Society for the Study of Aristocratic History, looked out the window for a while, but still hadn't seen any action from Owen. He took a sip of tea, feeling somewhat irritated.

　As Mike Irwin said, he didn't really want to get revenge.

　In fact, after the rookie tournament, he gave up the idea of ​​recruiting Dark.

　Originally, his purpose in recruiting Dark Dimon was to corrupt him, not to truly value him.

　From Jeffrey's perspective, because his father, Earl Jeffrey, belonged to the Iron Prince faction, he was destined to clash with Dark Dee.

　The two sides are irreconcilable.

　This is an irreversible vortex.

　But Darko Dimon's performance in the rookie competition was simply too terrifying.

　Based on his reputation in the academy, a simple conclusion can be drawn.

　This is a genius who combines wisdom, talent, and diligence, completely contrary to past rumors!

　It's very difficult to corrupt or exert influence on such people.

　Although the conflict between the two sides has not yet manifested, the situation in the kingdom is becoming increasingly tense as Dark Demon moves up to his second year.

　If the situation escalates, the relationship between the two sides will inevitably become irreconcilable.

　What Jeffrey needed to do, instead, was to subtly influence the Noble History Research Society without provoking them.

　The members unknowingly found themselves on the opposite side of Dak Dimon.

　In other words, it means binding those members to his side.

　Stabilize the core market!

　The members of the Society for the Study of Aristocratic History are actually mostly opportunists.

　No matter which side's voice is louder, they will echo it.

　Therefore, we need to find a way to prevent them from being influenced by Dark Dimon, so that they don't in turn influence their parents and interfere with the political situation.

　Jeffrey was deeply worried.

　after awhile.

　He finished the last drop of tea, then turned around and said thoughtfully, "Let's go admire the snow!"

　The large-scale mobilization of these core members of the Society for the Study of Aristocratic History is quite remarkable.

　The snow-covered ground became even more lively.

　And by the lake.

　Under Professor Lily's guidance, Dak actually managed to build a snowman.

　They tacitly refrained from using magic, relying solely on the strength of their hands to propel the snowball.