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Chapter 113 Werewolf Punching Bag
Chapter 113 Werewolf Punching Bag
Sylvia's POV:
I was in a fret the whole afternoon, and I couldn't focus on Blair's teaching at all.
Worse was, I saw apparitions from time to time, always seeing Rufus standing on the podium instead of Blair.
After class, I refused to have dinner with Flora. I went to the training ground alone and stayed there to practice more. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.
I hit the punching bag crazily, trying to distract myself and drive Rufus out of my mind. But it was in vain. Not only did his image appear in my mind, but I also heard his voice from time to time. He was like an all-pervasive air, occupying every part of my body.
After a few hundred punches, I finally stopped. I went to get some water but then I realized I still couldn't help thinking about Rufus.
I wondered what his reaction would be when he knew that I wouldn't attend the ball. He must be very angry. Maybe he would invite Alina, who was a noble lady, to be his date tonight. She was so beautiful, and she had a noble background. She was a perfect match for him.
I sighed slightly and crouched down. I hugged my knees and buried my head in my arms in low spirits. Every time I thought of Rufus and Alina being together, I felt very irritated, but I didn't know why. It was what I wanted, right? It would be best if I let go of my obsession with Rufus.
I stood up in despair and continued to vent my depression on the punching bag.
"Rather than venting your emotions alone, don't you think it's better to ask me to practice with you? You are getting distracted and missing your target, Sylvia."
Warren's voice suddenly sounded behind me.
Judging from his words, he seemed to have been watching me in the dark for a long time. But I was not in the mood to respond to him. I just focused on the punching bag in front of me, sweat streaming down my forehead to my eyes. "Sylvia, I know you are very upset now. I can help you. Come and fight with me. It's time for us to have a fight," Warren babbled.
I slammed the punching bag irritably, and it wobbled from side to side. I tightened my loose bandage, turning a deaf ear to him.
"I know you're upset. But there are some things you can't solve in this way. Come on, let's talk." "Fuck off! You are so annoying," I suddenly turned around and snapped at him.
Didn't he know that he was annoying? Obviously, he was on Alina's side. And now, he even deliberately appeared in front of me to mock me.
I pursed my lips and took off my gloves and the bandage, intending to go somewhere else.
"Come on, let's have a good fight." Warren didn't seem to care about my cold attitude at all. He just jumped into the battle ring as if he was eager to be a werewolf punching bag.
I didn't want to talk to him, but he suddenly-punched me. As the wind brushed my face, I got angry and punched him back.
Warren's every move was very serious this time, so I began to concentrate on dealing with him.
I hit him many times. It was such a good fight, and I was able to vent my anger on him. Warren didn't show mercy on me either. He also hit me several times.
After our fight, we both lay on the grass, exhausted. Although there was no winner, we had a good time. It was already dark, and the night sky was full of twinkling stars. The cold night wind blew on
me, taking away my bad mood.
When I thought of Rufus this time, I felt much calmer.
"The ball should have already started, right?" I muttered almost to myself, staring blankly at the sky.