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Chapter 41 Eighth Place
Chapter 41 Eighth Place
Sylvia's POV:
The wind whistled and cheers echoed in my eyes. I gasped for air, looking at the finishing line that was not so far away now.
"Hold on, Yana! Everyone is rooting for you!" I did my best to give Yana moral support.
Each breath was so dry that my throat felt like it was being scratched by wood chips every time. I was exhausted. My forehead was dripping with sweat, blurring my eyes, but I could not afford to trip now. I knew that if my knees gave way, I would not be able to get up again.
Gritting my teeth, I endured the pain and made my way to the finishing line. As I crossed the line, I closed my eyes and could not help imagining that tall and handsome figure. I wasn't sure if he was looking at me now.
In the end, I was ranked eighth, which was honestly better than anything I had ever expected from myself. I transformed back into my human form, gasping for air and looking for Rufus at the stands. He was too far away for me to read the expression on his face. I was little disappointed I couldn't share my joy with him in that moment.
"My dear, you did so well! I always knew you could make it. Eighth place is already such an amazing result!" I poured praises on Yana.
But at the same time, this was also when I had been made aware of my weaknesses. Once my strength had run out, it was difficult for me to maintain my high speed.
"Sylvia, I still don't think we are strong enough. It was only a short distance, but we are already so tired." Yana was still panting.
"We've been underfed for many years, Yana. It's expected our strength is not at its peak right now. That makes me even prouder of what you showed today. Don't be too hard on yourself. You'll only waste more energy." I didn't want Yana to put too much pressure on herself.
I crouched down and tried to catch my breath, supporting myself by planting my hands on my knees. The second part of the competition was about to begin.
"Not too bad with your speed and explosive strength. Quite frankly, it was beyond my expectation." A strange man appeared beside me, talking to me as if we knew each other.
He had clearly defined muscles. His body was built like the epitome of strength itself. As he talked to me, the other werewolves looked at him from time to time. I just assumed they were appalled that someone would even talk to the slave. Although I appreciate his kindness, I didn't want to make things difficult for him, so I simply ignored him.
"Unfortunately, you are still too weak. You are already panting from running a short distance. You are also too thin. I think I can even snap your arms and legs with just one move." He frowned, looking at me disdainfully.
I wiped the sweat off of my forehead and temples and glared at this man who was still talking. He seemed to have a lot to say.
"This is none of your business," I told him bluntly.
"The name's Blair." The werewolf introduced himself politely. He then handed me a bottle of water and said, "You need to drink up."
I didn't accept the bottle of water, but I now recognized that this man was the first to surpass me and won first place. That meant he was also a new student here. He didn't even seem to look tired at all! I guessed this school really was full of extremely talented werewolves.
"What do you want?" I looked at him warily. He had been acting too friendly with me. There was something strange about it. He must have had some ulterior motives to do this. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.
Blair frowned, not knowing how to answer me. Suddenly, a voice came from behind.
"Why are you going near her? She's just a dirty slave! I would stay away from her if I were you! Her bad luck might rub off on you."
It was another man passing by. He looked at me in disgust and gave Blair a look of confusion.
This kind of treatment was nothing new to me, so I knew not to take it personally anymore. Blair, on the other hand, didn't seem to appreciate it. His face instantly darkened and his expression was terrifying.