Guild Boss's Ambition

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12. Let’s get along well (Lian Er)

(Lian Er-Lan Nong)

In order to make it easier to go to school, Sister Xiaolan asked me to use her last name.

When someone called me Lan Nong for the first time, I was a little overwhelmed at first. It felt like someone was calling me Sister Lan instead of me. But after the conversation ended and I calmed down, my chest seemed to be filled with warm air again. Halfway through the class, I thought of this little detail and started to smile foolishly.

"Student Lan Nong, please forgive me for asking, but how did you take my weapon away during the competition today?"

Accompanied by a difficult question, Huabi sat down opposite me with a hamburger and soda. In theory, he was the first friend I met in school. He was very tall, with two long pointed gray ears. Combined with his facial features and expressions, he looked cool and a little handsome, but his personality was not easy to get along with.

Due to the size of the writing board, I don't really want to explain my stealing skills in detail.

"That's one of my skills. It will take effect when it touches your body."

After giving a brief explanation on the writing board, I touched Huabi's arm as a demonstration.

So, a strange pair of shorts appeared in my hand.

Looking at Huabi again, his cheeks were flushed red, and it was worrying that he might have a blood vessel burst on the spot.

The next moment, he quickly snatched back his shorts and said calmly, "I see... I see. I now roughly understand what happened this morning. This is really an amazing skill. Can it be used directly on knives?"

I understand what Huabi means, but ever since I came to the stone house, my theft skills suddenly lost the ability to designate a target. In the past, I would always think about my wallet and then steal the belongings of passers-by.

Regarding the mutation of the theft barrier, Sister Bai Ye said that it was because my mentality had changed. She said that as long as I had no desire for the outside world, the effect of the theft would be completely random, that is to say, I could not target specific objects for theft.

Since the stealing effect is completely random, even if I touch Huabi's sword, the item I steal in the end may very likely be other items on him. Moreover, considering the spirit of a fighter, I don't really want to rely on the illegal stealing technique to win the battle, as that would give me too much advantage over others.

"As for the theft technique, I will find a chance to tell you in detail later."

"okay, thank you."

Completely different from his attitude towards Trish, Huabi was a polite gentleman when talking to me.

but……

He doesn't look like someone who likes to eat junk food...

"Do you like hamburgers?"

"Not bad, barely edible."

"Reluctantly? Why not order something else?"

Hearing this, Huabi cast a disdainful look towards the kitchen and said coldly, "The level of our student cafeteria is not very good. At best, they can only make things like hamburgers. If we ask them to prepare formal traditional meals, it will simply be a waste of money. It will be tasteless and a pity to throw it away."

Seeing Huabi's bitter and resentful look, I couldn't help but start to worry about my lunch.

I was also eating those disgusting things a year ago, but ever since I was taken in by the Stone House, my taste buds have become accustomed to the delicious food cooked by Stallone and his friends. If I were suddenly asked to go back to my old life of eating white steamed buns dipped in boiled water, I really don’t know if I would still have the gratitude to cherish all the hard-earned food.

As I was thinking about the taste of the food in the cafeteria, Huabi's voice slowly rose from across from me.

He seemed to be particularly concerned with combat matters.

"Where did Lan Nong learn his fighting style?"

"You can just call me Lian'er. I learned all my martial arts from that idiot Meng'er."

"Meng Er, you idiot?"

"Do you know the Stone House?"

"I think I've heard of it before. Is it an adventurer's guild?"

"Meng'er is the president of the Stone House."

Looking at the words on the writing board, Huabi frowned deeply while biting his hamburger.

After a while, Huabi suddenly widened his eyes with excitement, leaned forward, grabbed my shoulders, and asked in a stern voice: "Is the Meng'er you are talking about the loser Ahed? Are you her disciple?"

It hurts...

Both the tone of voice and the force applied to the arms were filled with repressive force.

"Let go of Lian'er, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

When I wanted to push Huabi away, Trish, who had gone out to get food, just came back. She seemed very happy about Mr. Rabbit's behavior. Her usually shy face was so cold that it seemed to freeze people. It also gave me an unusual premonition of danger, and my heart beat involuntarily.

At the same time, Huabi quickly withdrew his hand, turned around and prepared to fight.

Why did things suddenly turn into such a tense situation?

I was wondering, and Huabi seemed to be wondering the same way.

"really weird."

He spat, then ignored Trish and adjusted himself to his original position.

Seeing him withdraw his hand, Triss calmed down in an instant and returned to her normal self. At this time, I slowly noticed that she was holding a plate in each hand, so I quickly reached out and took one of the plates that belonged to me.

After we both sat down, Huabi asked again, "Is your teacher Menger-Ehard?"

Hearing Huabi's question, Trish also looked at me curiously.

Even though I felt that both of them were weird, I still answered according to the facts.

"Yes, she is my teacher, she taught me martial arts."

After hearing my answer, Huabi's tone changed for the first time. He said with longing, "Your teacher is a very powerful fighter. She defeated my father half a month ago. I checked her records. Her failures were unnatural. She deliberately challenged opponents she could never beat."

I remember Sister Xiaolan once said that Meng'er the Idiot had recently learned a new skill called Thousand Victories and Thousand Defeats, which could completely analyze the skills of everyone who defeated her. Also for this reason, recently whenever Sister Xiaolan heard that Meng'er was going to the arena, she would shout at her shamelessly, and occasionally jokingly called Sister Meng'er a thief.

Talking about Sister Meng'er, Huabi suddenly became more talkative. He said tirelessly: "Generally speaking, if you just blindly seek a strong opponent, it is undoubtedly a waste of time, but your teacher is different. Her learning ability is terrifying. She never loses to the same enemy. She can even learn the enemy's fighting skills from failure!"

"Stealing is wrong!" I held up the sign.

Huabi immediately defended Meng'er, the idiot, and shouted, "Seeing through it doesn't count as stealing... seeing through it... in short, martial artists' business doesn't count as stealing! That's the asset that the Creator God originally prepared for the world!"

Although what Sister Xiaolan told me about intellectual copyright in the past is very reasonable, Huabi cannot be said to be completely wrong. After all, learning from others' strengths to enrich oneself is a very good thing in itself. However, from the perspective of the plagiarized, most people would not want to see the skills they have worked hard to study being easily learned by others.

correct……

If what we have learned secretly is used in a purely academic field, then there won't be any problem, right?

I continue to offer my own insights based on what I have learned in the past.

"Skills learned secretly can only be used in the academic field. In other cases, the creators should be paid."

"Pay? This is really not a good idea. Throughout the ages, people have created thousands of fighting techniques. Just this morning when I fought you, I referred to the experience and theories of dozens of sages. If people have to pay for every swing of their swords and every step they take, then who will fight against the monsters outside the city that are harassing the people?"

Classmate Huabi immediately refuted what I said. If it was Sister Xiaolan, I thought she would be able to respond with eloquent and sharp remarks this time, but my brain is obviously slow. When it comes to these major issues, I am also confused myself. How can I debate with others with confidence?

I was speechless, but unexpectedly, Tracy interrupted and sang a different tune from Huabi.

"Why are you so anxious to deny it, Mr. Huabi? I think charging for the use of martial arts is a good idea, but the details can be slowly revised. For example, as for the question you just raised, as long as a fee is set for each invention, the public can use those ancient technologies for free, and the society can also relatively protect the rights of the creators of martial arts."

For some reason, Tris, who usually behaves timidly, suddenly became bold. She refuted Huabi's remarks eloquently and her rebuttal was very insightful. I even seemed to have vaguely heard Xiaolan and the others discussing similar things. However, due to various reasons, they regarded the issue of "copyright" as not feasible for the time being.

After receiving Cui Si's counterattack, Huabi was shaking all over, even his two rabbit ears were erected high up, and he looked a little exasperated: "This is really nonsense, I have never heard of such a practice. If such a system is to be implemented, it will definitely face opposition from a large number of martial arts users!"

"We are just talking, no need to take it seriously, let's eat!"

"Well, if you don't eat now, the food will get cold."

Seeing that the atmosphere was gradually getting towards a quarrel, I hurried to help smooth things over, and Tracy also cooperated by not continuing to dwell on the previous topic. After the emergency cold treatment, the atmosphere at the table was a little subtle, but still barely tolerable. Thanks to this atmosphere, I almost ignored the taste of lunch.

"But, how should I put it..."

"It's not as delicious as the one in the Stone House, but it's not completely inedible..."

"At least it's better than white steamed buns?"

"Also, what should we do with the lunch that Strom and the others made?"

"We're going to have lunch twice a day? Yeah! Let's do it that way!"

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13. Tickets (Lian Er)

(Lian Er-Lan Nong)

“Lian’er, come here! I have four tickets to the arena here. If you’re interested, take them and invite your classmates to watch my game this weekend! Don’t worry, I will not embarrass you this time. I will definitely win because I have already thoroughly analyzed my opponent’s skills! Hey, don’t look at me like that! Who taught you to use that expression?”

On the tenth day after I started attending school, Meng'er Bentan brought me four tickets to the Windmill Arena during the family breakfast time in the morning. Since the formal classes started, the time I spent with the older sisters has decreased a little, and we are no longer as often together as before. Even after classes at school, I still have to go to Teacher Isabella's enlightenment class in the afternoon.

Life is very fulfilling, but I sometimes miss the leisurely pace of the past.

Ok……

Although I miss it very much, I still prefer school life. The teachers and classmates there are very interesting. Except for the first classmate Huabi I met, I have gradually integrated into the circle of other classmates. They are all very nice to me, but not very close. After actually getting along with them, I have more or less realized that faint invisible barrier.

That's the distance between friends and good friends.

Even Lily and Columbus, who were very familiar with Tris, did not fully accept me as a newcomer.

It’s not that they don’t like to be friends with me, but if Lily accidentally got four concert tickets, she would probably invite Columbus and Trish first, and then a fourth person in our class. As for me, a transfer student who joined in the middle, I would probably be an option very far down the list of friends.

Now, the situation has changed and now I have four tickets to the arena.

I naturally thought of Huabi, who had praised Sister Meng'er before, and naturally walked to his seat before the class meeting to ask for his opinion: "Do you want to come?"

"Give it to me! By all means!"

The rabbit boy sat upright on the bench, and in order to stop him from this strange behavior, I gave him a ticket.

Then, including myself, there were only two of the four arena tickets left.

"Um... Lian'er... what did you just say to Huabi-san?"

I had just sat down in my seat when Tris, who always liked to stick around me, appeared beside me silently. She spoke quietly, but classmate Huabi was actually sitting in a seat in front of me. Judging from the volume of Tris's voice, classmate Huabi, who had long ears, was able to obviously hear Tris's rude question.

Such questions should be asked openly to him personally.

but……

“Miss Erhad’s match tickets…Miss Erhad’s match tickets…Miss Erhad’s match tickets…Miss Erhad’s match tickets…Miss Erhad’s match tickets…Miss Erhad’s match tickets…Miss Erhad’s match tickets…Miss Erhad’s match tickets…”

From the looks of it, Huabi, who was in a certain mental state, didn't seem to notice the conversation between Tracy and me at all. He was muttering to himself while holding the game ticket like a madman. If an outsider didn't know that he was a melee swordsman, he would probably be judged as a chanting sorcerer.

"I got some arena tickets and gave one to Huabi," I wrote in response to Trish.

"I want one too." Tris immediately reached out for it.

"Tracey also likes to watch arena games?"

Even though I felt that Cuisi was not the type of girl who liked to watch other people fighting and killing, I still gave her one of the remaining tickets as I asked. Cuisi took the ticket, looked at it for a few seconds, then put it in her wallet and replied, "I... I just want to play with you, Lian'er, there is no other special meaning."

According to Sister Gushan, when a girl says that she has no other special meaning, there must be something very interesting behind this statement. But since this statement was made by Sister Gushan, I, a smart person, would not try to believe it at all. So, I really took what Cui Si said just now as having no other special meaning.

"There's only one ticket left, Trish, who do you think I should give it to?"

Cui Si glanced at the rabbit swordsman in front of her and said without hesitation: "To be honest, if Huabi is included in the list of people who will go to watch the game together, then it will be difficult for us to find the owner of this ticket. Even if the game is very pleasant, if the person sitting next to you is not right, it will be difficult to concentrate."

Even though Tris said this, Huabi, who was sitting in front of him, was still unmoved and immersed in the emotion of the free tickets. Perhaps because of this eccentric personality, Huabi was a relatively lonely loner in the class. If he had any friends...

"Hmm? I remember that Huabi-san seemed to be chatting with Taimi-san a while ago?"

Recalling the scene I saw by chance, I turned my gaze behind me, forced a friendly smile, and waved to Taimi who was sitting behind me, but Taimi strangely took a defensive posture towards me.

"What's the matter?" the flaxen-haired girl asked coldly.

Before I could answer, Trish interrupted and said, "Tami! I...we have no ill intentions. It's just that Lian'er has an extra ticket to the arena, and she probably wants to ask if you are interested in it."

"Tickets to the arena? When? Time, place, and person?"

Taimi-san asked the question in a strategically diplomatic tone, maintaining the strange posture of using her school bag as a shield.

I quickly used the writing board (Ver2.0) to explain it to her.

Time: June 4 (Sunday), 2:00pm to 4:00pm.

Location: Windmill Arena

Characters: Me (Lian Er), Tracy, Hua Bi, Cong Que

After glancing at the contents of the writing board, Taimi first looked at Huabi, then turned her head and examined Trish for a long time, and then answered in a cautious tone: "Okay, I didn't have a part-time job that day, so I was free from morning to night. You can decide the details of the trip as you like, but there is one thing I must remind you──"

"Why is Taimi-san so nervous to face us?"