Chapter 26 Harold: Siraj, you are a very nice person

Chapter 26 Harold: Siraj, you are a very nice person

"It's not a big deal. I think we should let them resolve it privately," said the discipline officer who was in charge of taking notes.

It was not dereliction of duty. This was the way the disciplinary officer dealt with conflicts between scholars. Siraj was only slightly injured and would not have any sequelae. Someone from Harold's side proved that it was Siraj who provoked first. If this matter became a big deal, the reputation of both scholars would be affected.

Then things will be simple. When Siraj gets better, let Harold compensate for the mental damage, and the two of them will apologize to each other and the matter will be over.

But if Siraj insisted on not settling the matter privately, Harold would still be asked by the disciplinary officer to have tea in the detention room. But Harold knew that with Siraj's proud personality, he would never accept that the fact that he had provoked someone and then got beaten up would become known to everyone.

This is also the reason why he dares to attack the opponent without restraint.

If it were someone else, even if Harold was really angry, he would not just pick up the book and attack.

He only knows how to stab people in the back.

It's impossible to expect him to let bygones be bygones as he holds such a grudge.

"When Siraj wakes up, have a good talk with him, bring some comfort items and say some soft words. You don't want to go to the detention room for tea on the weekend, do you?"

"Yes, sir," Harold complied.

"Then will the interview be rescheduled? It shouldn't be cancelled, right? The society will still recruit another person, right?" Heinie asked anxiously.

After the disciplinary officer left, she could finally ask the question that concerned her most. What she was most worried about was that Senior Kavi would no longer recruit people because of this little incident. She still wanted to join Senior Kavi's society, so the interview must not be cancelled!

Harold looked past her to the stretcher moving behind her.

You're asking this before Siraj has been carried away. Siraj is going to cry.

Harold thought about it for a moment and replied, "We really can't continue today. Let's change it to tomorrow afternoon at one."

Hearing that the interview would not be cancelled because of this minor accident, Heinie finally felt relieved.

Great, she still has a chance!

Now that Siraj has been carried away, she has lost a strong competitor.

Heiniye did not have any negative views of Haroldt because of his "atrocities". On the contrary, she was grateful to Haroldt for eliminating Siraj.

"I will definitely attend on time," Heinie said happily.

"great, see you tomorrow."

After saying this, Haroldt recalled in his mind whether there was an NPC called "Heinie" in the game. He noticed this girl when he saw the portrait of Heinie that Kavi gave to her, because she was really beautiful and definitely stood out among the ordinary faces, but Haroldt did not remember this character in the game.

But no matter what, her ability is still impressive. Harold has checked her information. Her current college ranking and achievements are not as good as Siraj and Setale, but she is considered to be in the upper middle class in the Ordinance House. She is just one step away from the excellent passing line, but she is not the kind of person who must rely on others' help to graduate.

She was one of three candidates Harold was considering for membership of the society, along with Siraj and Abatoi.

Don't ask him why he still considered these two people when he knew they were a little mentally ill. It's really that the level of others is not good at all.

As long as these two fools don't cause trouble during the society's activities, he can let them do whatever they want after the research project is completed.

Now that Siraj is lying on the bed, the only ones to consider are Heinie and Abatoi.

As for Heinie...

He was worried that she wouldn't be able to keep up with the progress. It wasn't impossible to delay the process by three to one, but why should he learn to do charity?

To be honest, between Heinie and Abatoi, he wouldn't want to choose either one if he could. If he had to choose one, he would prefer Heinie.

Heinie is a normal person after all.

Hey.

It is so difficult to find an excellent normal person in the Ordinance House now.

Harold shook his head in his heart, then connected to the void and changed the interview date from the 12th to the 13th.

Heiniye seemed to be very talkative. After Harold said "see you tomorrow" to her, she started asking all kinds of questions. Harold politely answered her with a few words and left on the pretext of going to the health home to visit Siraj.

After leaving the Church of God, Harold bought a bamboo basket on the street and picked some Xumi specialty fruits from a fruit stall and put them in the basket.

Just think of it as a fruit basket. It's much cheaper than buying a packaged fruit basket directly.

A fruit basket with a butterfly costs 10,000 Mora, but a basket plus a basket of peaches only costs 3,000 Mora.

Siraj is only worthy of three thousand mulas.

Of course, Haroldt didn't feel sorry for the money. He just believed that Siraj would not like bows, exquisite fruit baskets and the like. There was no need for them.

"Harold!"

Harold heard the familiar greeting, put down the peach in his hand, and smiled: "Senior Kavi?"

"Are you buying fruits? Just Dun Dun peaches? Several new types of plums that have been on the market recently are delicious. Would you like to try them? I'll treat you," Kavi said to the stall owner without waiting for Haroldt to reply, "Boss, help my lovely junior get some of this, this, this... this too!"

"Great!" When the stall owner saw that business had come, he immediately took four bags and filled them with handfuls of berries.

"That's enough, that's enough," Harold said hurriedly.

The stall owner filled each bag halfway and continued to pour fruit into them as if it was not enough, wishing he could fill all four bags.

"Well, this won't taste good if it's kept for too long. Help me get some beans and dried fruits. Those can be kept for a long time," Kavi pointed to the dry goods in several large cloth bags.

Beans refer to soybeans fried with salt. Add a lot of salt in the pot and stir-fry it, then add the soybeans and stir-fry on low heat until the beans crack. The beans are fragrant at this time and taste fragrant and crispy. In particular, the Xumi people will add pepper when frying the beans, which has an extra layer of pepper aroma compared to simply frying the soybeans with salt.

This kind of beans is not expensive, one pound can be bought for one thousand Moras, and it is easy to preserve. It is one of the snacks commonly eaten by the people of Xumi.

The dried fruits are a mixture of Dun Dun peaches, berries, and dates. Of course, if you grab a handful, 80% of them are Dun Dun peaches, which are slightly more expensive than Dun Dun peaches, at 1,500 moras per pound.

"Senior Kavi seems to be in a good mood," Harold said with emotion.

Kavi has changed from his listless look yesterday. Now he is full of energy, like a beautiful bird of paradise jumping on the clothesline, his whole body is glowing brightly.

"Hey, senior, you are in such a good mood, is it thanks to some cute junior?" Kavi smiled with his eyes narrowed.

This morning, a dozen members of a thirty-man group suddenly came to his house and knocked on the door. Kavi thought he had committed some crime.

It turned out that the commanders of the dozen or so regiments of thirty men had commissioned him to design the buildings. The leader was named Udad. Udad told Kavi that he was introduced by Harold.

After listening to their request, Kavi learned that they wanted to install doors on their outdoor tents to prevent dangerous items stored there from being seen by nearby residents, and that doing so would also be of great help to Harold.

This was a good thing to do, so Kavi readily agreed and was unwilling to charge any design fees. In his opinion, it was just a piece of cake.

But the leaders of the Thirty-Man Group insisted on giving it. In the eyes of these people who had the blood of the Red King's people, it was shameful to take the fruits of others' labor for free.

Kavi respected their beliefs and was pleased to learn that the design fee, which seemed high to him, was only half a bottle of wine per person in the evening when spread out among the leaders of a dozen or so regiments of thirty men.

Then several officers in the group of thirty people commissioned him to design a house. They generously gave him a 20% deposit, and Kavi received a huge sum of cash in one go.

Of course, money is something outside of one's body. He is very rich as he can easily get subsidies from the House of Religion. He would not be so happy if he only got a large sum of Mora.

What made him happiest was that these superiors all said that they did not understand architecture, but they believed in the taste of him, the "light of the Miaolun school."

All of them said, "You can do whatever you want within your budget."

“Free play”! Designers who have never been oppressed by the client have no idea of ​​the value of this sentence!

When Kavi heard this, he was almost moved to tears. He finally didn't have to cater to the client's aesthetic taste and he could turn many of his ideas into reality!

When he was in a good mood, inspiration came like a spring. After seeing off the officers of the thirty-man group, Kavi drew eight sketches in the morning. He was very satisfied with each one. He felt that he had broken through a long bottleneck and made a step forward in the field of architectural design.

Harold smiled but said nothing. Kavi smiled at him, stretched out a hand to touch his long bangs, and asked himself:

"It's you, Harold! Because of your words, my senior's schedule for half a year is fully booked!"

Only then did Harold notice that Kavi was wearing the ring he had given him. The golden ring and red gem matched Kavi's finger very well, and the ring was shining like him.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I want to treat my cute junior to a good meal," Kavi announced. "Don't be polite with me. Just order the most expensive dish. I've made a small fortune, so I have to treat you. Harold, you don't have any plans tonight, do you? If you don't have time tonight, I can treat you another day. All arrangements for dinner are based on you!"

"I happen to be free tonight, so please prepare your wallet and wait for me. I will definitely eat as much as I can."

"That's right!" Kavi patted Harold on the back. "This is also the first wedding banquet to celebrate the establishment of our society. If I am asked to entertain guests in the future as the president of the society, there may be more than just the three of us in the restaurant."

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After saying goodbye to Kavi, Haroldt came to the Health Home carrying a lot of bags and a fruit basket. The caregivers who saw him couldn't help but smile meaningfully and gossip in a low voice about which lucky girl could have such a handsome boy come to visit her with so many gifts.

Harold, the center of the gossip, asked the nurse at the health home for the key to the locker before entering the ward, and then locked several bags of berries, beans and dried fruits that Kavi bought for him in the locker.

He couldn’t let the things that senior Kavi gave him be tainted with Siraj’s bad luck.

Harold closed the cabinet and came to Siraj's ward carrying only a fruit basket filled with peaches.

Siraj had woken up. He sat on the hospital bed covered with white sheets, staring blankly at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Siraj, are you feeling better?"

Harold walked to his bedside, put a basket of peaches on his bedside table, and asked himself, "I can sit up now. I think I'm feeling better."

The combination of the overly plain bamboo basket and the Dun Dun peach, one of the least valuable fruits in Xumi, made Siraj's eyes twitch.

What's wrong with this guy? Didn't he just get a large amount of research funds from the Great Sage? Why is he so stingy?

“Are you here to apologize?”, Siraj said.

The disciplinary officers had already come before Harold. In fact, there was no need for these disciplinary officers to say anything. Siraj knew that this matter could only be settled privately, otherwise neither he nor Harold would be in trouble.

But now, Siraj looked at the basket of peaches on the bedside table - Harold was even reluctant to fill the basket!

Siraj felt a pain in his heart. How could there be someone as stingy as Harold in the House of the Holy Orders? Was he really that poor?

Siraj suspected that Harold did it on purpose and that Harold came here today just to stir up hatred.

"Yes, I apologize for my impulsive behavior today, but I want to remind you that if you say something mean next time, I will still spank you like I did today."

And next time it won’t be “Illustrated Guide to Creatures on the Continent of Teyvat”, he will use the thicker “A Collection of Ancient Characters of Sumeru”.

Harold picked up a plump peach from the basket and took a bite.

Not bad, really sweet.

Siraj: ...

So isn't this basket of peaches a souvenir for him? !

It was just a guess just now, but now he was sure that Haroldt was doing it on purpose to irritate him.

"What, you want one too?" Siraj's gaze was too straightforward. Harold picked up a plump peach out of humanitarianism, but when he held it in his hand, he felt that it was a bit big, so he put it back and replaced it with a smaller one and threw it at Siraj.

Do you really want to eat it? Just get it yourself. I didn't hit you with my hands.

Siraj picked up a small peach that Harold had dropped on his stomach and put it back into the bamboo basket, saying unhappily, "My mouth is injured. It's hard for me to open my mouth and speak. I can't eat this kind of fruit."

"Well, I heard it, you deserve it," Harold commented.

Does it hurt?

It hurts.

I slapped you on the mouth. You don't think I didn't mean it, do you?

Siraj snorted coldly: "I accept your apology, I won't tell this to anyone, and you too, what happened in the classroom today must not be known to a third person."

"Okay," Harold nodded in agreement, then he rummaged in his pocket for a while, took out a thin envelope and handed it to Siraj, "Take it, it's my little compensation to you."

There is a huge sum of one thousand Mora in it, enough to buy a meat burrito. I'll give it to you because you made me so happy today. Others don't get this treatment.

"What do you mean?" Siraj's face suddenly turned ugly. "Are you humiliating me? Do you think I can't keep my promise?"

Take your filthy money back!

Before Siraj could yell, Harold quickly put the envelope back into his pocket: "It's my fault. I shouldn't have given you money. This is an insult to your personality."

Harold: I beat you and you kept it a secret for me and didn't even ask for money.

Siraj, you are such a nice person, you are my punching bag for free.

You are such a good psychopath.

Harold's action of taking back the money was so smooth, as if it had been rehearsed countless times beforehand. Siraj always felt that he had been tricked.

When he thought about it carefully, he realized that he was beaten up for no reason and was given a broken fruit basket, and Harold even ate one of the plump peaches in it.

Why am I at such a disadvantage?

And judging from the thickness of the envelope that Harold took out, there probably wasn't much Mora in it.

There might be only 10,000 Mora in total, just enough for a meal. Is it worth it?