Chapter 85

"Are we familiar with that young man?"

Celine couldn't help but notice the lad who was staring at him from across the gymnasium, and she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. She was easily noticeable in a convention hall that was packed with thousands of attendees.

"Which young man? Do you mean a young man who does not attend our school, Socular's school, or the club?" Dennis heaved a sigh as he laced up his final pair of high-top Nikes. "I don't think so."

However, Celine had not been using her imagination. There was a young man there, and he was looking at her very intently. Why? Celine cast her gaze downward and saw that she was holding the black card, which indicated that she would not be participating in any fencing today. In point of fact, she had very little time to gather her belongings and leave the fitness center before it closed.

In a normal situation, she wouldn't have been able to think about anything else. However, none of those things were nearly as distracting as the captivating boy who was standing on the distant strip. Celine was unable to tear her eyes away from the scene. She hadn't picked up on the fact that he was smiling the whole time, but he was.

Dennis shoved her. "Dude. Stop gazing. Take it easy. Just this once"

Celine let out a snort. "I'm not gazing. He seems to be looking. I'm being glared at."

"Who gives a damn? He's . . . Wow. That does not sound like someone in the eighth grade. Dennis raised his head briefly before returning his focus to the ground. I told you to keep your calm.

The horn made a sound. This is the last caution.

"I have go." Celine received a really uninspired blow from Dennis in the arm. "I'm sorry to have to give you the black card. Perhaps the next time I tell you to ignore Sergeant Underpants, you'll actually pay attention to what I have to say. Celine was not paying attention. There is no doubt that she was gazing at him, and when their eyes connected for even the briefest of minutes, there was an instantaneous flash of recognition. It was almost as if an electric current was flowing between them, and she could feel the color draining from her face.

Who exactly is she?

"Of course, a fencer. Most likely going to compete in the junior men's event, given that it begins at the same time as our competition."

Dennis grinned. "I mean, when my event does," the speaker clarified.

Celine's response was almost robotic; she simply responded, "Don't tell my mom I got black-carded."

"Don't tell my dad, either. Already, the honorable Police Sergeant Cyrus Lepold has the impression that you intend to bring me to shame. I can't let him have the satisfaction of knowing how far you've already fallen because I've come too far myself.

"Me? Fallen?"

Dante was amused by this. "I gotta get to my strip." He then reached for his water bottle, an extra electrical wire, and three blades while pulling the mask up to cover his face only partially. "I'm going to need that."

Celine made up her mind as she retraced her steps across the gymnasium and gazed once more at the boy.

"Yeah, well. You wish me well," I responded. "Thank you."

When Dennis noticed the direction in which she was looking, he whistled. "Compadre, you're going to need more than just chance to be successful. What kind of attractive woman would ever look at you? He made a joke by raising his fist, but Celine didn't punch him in the face. Not in his presence, please.

The young man with the light blonde hair was already on the move with a handful of blades by the time he had made it across the hallway.

Not only while moving about. In point of fact, he was approaching her very quickly. Celine made an effort to gather her thoughts.

Take it easy.

He is only a young child.

When she started walking out to meet him, that intense electric current—that magnetic charge between them—began to sizzle, which ignited something in him that he had never experienced before.

Whoever he is, it's clear that he's not a typical young teenage male.