I refuse the witch [wear game]

Chapter V

Of course, Dale didn't want to choose [Satisfied]. She subconsciously took two steps back and pulled the door handle of the bathroom, only to find that the door handle that was shaky due to old disrepair had become extremely strong. Obviously, what the system said was not alarmist.

Dai'er was angry and shouted at the mirror: "I! No! Full! Mean!"

The mirror is unmoved.

In the end, Dale could only choose option A, the least of the three options.

[Thank you for the player's rating. It's a pity that I didn't receive a "very special and extremely satisfied" review. The system will continue to work hard in the future to get full marks!]

The handwriting gradually faded, and Dale stared at the mirror and sneered.

Full score? I can go to your bar! What a beautiful spring and autumn dream!

With the experience of noon, the small group that bullied Dai'er led by the red-haired girl in the past also restrained a lot. Although there was still a lot of language cynicism and making things difficult, there was less use of hands and feet. Dai'er spent the whole afternoon without danger, and took the opportunity to familiarize herself with the Iya Monastery. Fortunately, this day was the rest day after the exam, and her popularity had never been good, so not many people paid attention to what she was doing.

Soon it was bedtime, and the girls in the bedroom chatted non-stop, and some people answered the answers to the exam. Dai'er remembered her instructions for OOC, and wanted to change her norm of never participating in gossip and discussion. She inserted herself into the conversation, so she tried her best to cheer up and pricked up her ears.

The red-haired girl giggled twice, "Today, Raman peeked at Xiwei again! He thought his movements were very concealed, but in fact, I could see it clearly! That silly big man is also worthy of watching our Xiwei."

The others laughed heartily, and Xiwei's face was also a little proud and shy, but she still frowned slightly and said softly, "Don't say that, maybe he sees someone else."

The red-haired girl didn't care: "Who else can I look at, is it Dale? Hahahaha."

She felt that she had told a wonderful joke, and she laughed wildly, but she didn't notice that everyone else's expressions were a little weird.

Dai'er stood beside her quietly, with a polite smile on her face and a gentle voice: "Excuse me, why can't you look at me? Am I ugly?"

As she spoke, she raised her hand to push her bangs away slightly, and then pinned the long hair on her temples behind her ears, revealing a beautiful little face.

The red-haired girl's laughter froze, and she looked at Dale in disbelief.

Her own face had freckles, and her facial features were not surprising. Her eyes were too small, her nose was too big, and her skin was a little molted by the sun. The reason why she mocked Dale so madly was not only that she didn't like Dale's gloomy personality, but also that she was jealous of her face. Fortunately, Dale had never cared much about her appearance, and she always covered her face with her hair, which made her lower in pressure, so not many people had discovered her beauty.

Until this moment. Dale revealed her face to everyone for the first time.

Suddenly, there was a small sound of gasping.

In the end, they were still teenage girls, and the malice between them was not as strong as imagined. Immediately, someone exclaimed: "Oh my god, Dale, you are so beautiful?!"

"Wow, let me touch your face, your skin looks too good!"

"It's so beautiful, why hide your face?"

The focus of the conversation suddenly shifted from Xiwei to Dai'er. The red-haired girl's face suddenly became very ugly, and even Xiwei's face flashed a trace of unnoticeable unhappiness.

But Dai'er keenly grasped the trace of unhappiness and sat next to Xiwei with a smile. She let go of her hand that was plucking her hair, so her hair fell down, covering most of her face again, and holding Xiwei's arm intimately: "How can I be one-tenth as good-looking as Xiwei, Xiwei is the real beauty. Speaking of Raman, not only does he peek at Xiwei, I have accidentally heard that eight out of ten boys like Xiwei, and the other two are fools."

When her words came out, Sylvie's unhappiness just now was swept away. Someone next to her was already slightly surprised to follow her words and ask Sylvie the thing she wanted to know the most: "Could it be... Arnold also..."

Dale said so much just now, and this is the question she was waiting for.

Arnold was the most handsome boy in the entire Iya monastery, with black hair and black eyes, and he was very handsome. Most of the girls in the monastery couldn't help but look at him more when they saw him, and it was almost the first love of the girls in the whole monastery. He grew up with Sylvie, so no matter how the plot developed, no matter how many handsome men Sylvie met, she never forgot this person who made her fall in love.

As for Arnold himself... Of course, he loved Sylvie deeply.

It was Adele who glanced at the person who asked the question with encouragement and admiration, and then nodded without burden: "Of course, Brother Arnold once said that the girl he admired the most was Sylvie."

Regardless of whether she said it now or not, she will say it in the future anyway, and she has always said it. She is not talking nonsense and lying.

Xiwei's face suddenly turned red. She covered her face with her hands and whispered, "I... I'm going to bed! Good night!"

She said good night to Xiwei and returned to her cold and damp corner. She frowned at her quilt, which exuded a strange smell. She climbed onto the bed and covered herself with the quilt.

What else could he do? He could make do with his life. It was good to have a bed to sleep in.

She thought that she would lose sleep after experiencing so many strange things during the day, but she didn't expect that she would be too tired. When the others lowered their voices and discussed something, she unconsciously fell asleep, and even had no dreams all night.

Although everyone had somewhat changed their opinion of her the day before, no one asked her to have breakfast the next morning. Fortunately, it was about yesterday's words that made Xiwei feel good. Xiwei left her a small piece of bread.

Although it was just such a small move, it also showed that Dale's image in everyone's heart had changed. There was a faint [Success OOC] progress bar flashing in front of Dale.

The progress bar has been swiped to about 80%. Basically, with one more kick at the door, she can complete this task in advance!

But thinking of the Eichmann gift package reward given to her by the plot after completing the mission ahead of schedule last time, the smile she just ran to her mouth suddenly braked and turned around, and ran back.

Can't laugh.

Just as he was thinking about this, the sound of carriages and horses came from outside the monastery. Someone stuck his head out to take a look and exclaimed, "There is a carriage from the noble master! There are guards behind!"

In Border Town, carriages and guards were not very common, let alone the carriages of aristocrats with family emblems. Everyone curiously went to the window, so of course Dale couldn't show her uniqueness, so she squeezed over to take a look. When she saw the rose branch coat of arms painted on the carriage, she was suddenly shocked.

Yes, it looks like that's about the time!

Three people got off the carriage early in the morning. They were all wearing rather solemn dresses. The man in charge was not too young, and his gray hair was neatly combed behind his head.

Then, the man's standard Orlance aristocratic accent confirmed this: "Mother Kroos, my name is Hughes Lampard. I'm sorry to bother you, the weather is so beautiful today, I think it's a day when everyone can get their wish." After saying that, he bowed slightly and made a gesture of clasping his hands in front of his chest: "Praise Muse."

Dean Kroos did the same with him: "Praise Corona Muse."

She was even more confident in her guess. Only the nobles from Orlance would praise the weather before speaking. Although the Ia Monastery was located at the edge of the empire, the air was indeed much better than the place in Orlance that had experienced the Industrial Revolution and had a big chimney.