Chapter 113 Werewolf Punching Bag


    Sylvia''s POV:


    I was in a fret the whole afternoon, and I couldn''t focus on ir''s teaching at all.


    Worse was, I saw apparitions from time to time, always seeing Rufus standing on the podium


    instead of ir.


    After ss, I refused to have dinner with Flora. I went to the training ground alone and stayed there


    to practice more.


    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, upying 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 nobledy, 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 mmed 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.


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    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 bothy 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 nkly at the sky.