Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 774 - 679: Talia Wants to Show Carlen Why She is Lanci’s Teacher_4

"Tata, you need to be a little more understanding of Lanci,"

Carlen still had an innocent expression on her face and replied in a soft and meticulous tone,

"Lanci, if you feel like you have something on your mind, you can go with me to that rest area over there to talk it out, okay? I’ll listen to you carefully, and I promise—I won’t be mean to you."

She then looked toward Lanci and reached out to tug at his sleeve.

"..."

Lanci’s heartbeat suddenly quickened.

He felt like Talia was watching him.

And seeing Lanci appear to shake a little, Cat Boss thought the situation was getting even worse!

Back at Ichrite Academy, when faced with Carlen’s schemes, a guy as clueless as Prince Aynor might have been fooled.

But any guy with higher discernment would firmly reject Carlen at this point, clearly stating their stance to regain Tata’s favor.

But Lanci,

His discernment was a double-edged sword.

His perfectly timed hesitation only gave Talia a sense of crisis, inflaming her anger to the brink of explosion!

And to some extent, Lanci might not have thought that much.

He just simply liked to provoke Talia, to feel that extreme thrill!

However,

Under an extreme pressure of spiritual power, Lanci gradually went from arrogant to docile.

"Sorry, Senior Carlen. Although Talia can be mean, I think that’s also part of her charm."

Lanci finally spoke up.

Talia, who had been ready to glare Lanci down and warn him to think carefully, finally turned her head away.

Even so, she was still biting her lip, seething with resentment.

This guy actually had the nerve to call her mean.

And she couldn’t refute his words.

"Is that so..."

Carlen could only give Lanci an apologetic smile from across him.

In that smile was seven parts apology and three parts regret.

It seemed she genuinely wanted to help Lanci but ultimately couldn’t.

"But I think if Lanci is looking for a teacher, he might be better off with someone gentle like me. I accidentally overheard your conversation earlier, it seems like you’re having some difficulties with cooperative Card Making? If Lanci worked with me, I’m sure we’d be seamless."

Carlen’s voice lowered as she moved a little closer to Lanci and said.

Her peachy, tender lips and dreamy eyes seemed to be telling Lanci that maybe with a bit of effort, he could even win her over too?

Then she looked at Talia, her gaze almost telling her, "Not like you, who can only be fierce toward Lanci."

"..."

The atmosphere in the entire three-story atrium seemed to shift in an instant.

Beneath the silence, a new, wordless chill lingered.

Talia’s gaze toward Carlen’s golden eyes finally became serious.

It was the sign of an impending explosion, creating a suffocating and tense air.

Carlen’s expression was especially lively, as if she had found a worthy opponent in Talia.

She had researched the Card Makers of the Hutton Kingdom and knew they didn’t have even one participant who could qualify for the Gold-level Card Maker competition this year. She didn’t think someone named Tata had the qualifications to challenge her.

In Card Making, she wouldn’t lose to her peers.

"And what if I win?"

Talia neither agreed nor disagreed but simply asked.

"I’ll apologize to you then,"

Carlen spread her hands, speaking lightly.

"Not enough. You’ll wear a swimsuit I pick out, hold a sign that reads ’Big mistake, Lord Tata’ and stand outside the Cardmaker’s Association for a day. That’s what I call an apology."

Talia sneered and then waited quietly, her arms crossed in front of her.

Instantly, Carlen’s eyebrows twitched noticeably.

She clenched her fists tightly, feeling her ears start to burn.

"You think I would bet with you that easily? What, you’re scared now?"

Talia’s gaze was brimming with provocation.

She wasn’t going to fall for the innocent act so easily.

Want to pretend to be pure?

Let everyone see what kind of hypocrite you are.

"..."

Carlen bit her lip, and a vein on her forehead throbbed.

This gray-haired woman with the golden eyes was more domineering and arrogant than she had imagined.

"Fine, let’s give it a try."

Carlen’s eyes narrowed into a smile as she spoke to Talia.

She couldn’t wait to see the other woman cry like a loser.

"What on earth are you guys doing..."

Lanci, feeling beyond consolation, hugged the cat.

He leaned against the wall as if all his strength had left him.

He didn’t dare to imagine what the exam days would turn into.

Even if he stepped back ten-thousand steps, on what basis did these two examinees use him, a proctor, as a wager?

And with Talia as an examinee, he was somewhat worried about his safety as a proctor. Up till now, there hadn’t been an incident in the Platinum Level Card Maker exam where an examiner was captured by a candidate, but he was afraid that would soon change.

"Let’s go, let’s go eat cake."

Talia once again grabbed Lanci’s collar and dragged the disheartened Lanci away like a small dog.

Only Carlen was left. The corners of her mouth slowly curled up into a cunning and annoyed smile.

"What a dumb woman."

Carlen’s lips parted slightly as she shifted her gaze away from the direction Talia had disappeared.

The moment she agreed to the bet, that gray-haired fool had already lost.

She hadn’t noticed the look of distress on Lanci’s face.

Soon he would realize which girl was better for him and whose company made him more comfortable.

There’s no heroine in this world who can win just by eating!