NovelOnlineChapter 345 Magnus responded stubbornly, "If Noelle hasn't said anything, then neither will !!" Cedric once again tricked him. It was too much! This had been happening since they were kids.
Cedric's tone grew darker. "My patience is running out." "Cedric, am I even your real brother? Did you pullout of a trash heap or something?" "You're not wrong about that." Magnus fumed. "I don't care; I'm your real brother! If you're so great, get Noelle to talk, hmph!" With that, Magnus hung up in a huff, feeling like Cedric was just picking on him. Cedric tried calling again, but the brat didn't pick up. Frustrated, he rubbed his temples and sent a message.
"So you're a big boy now, huh?" That little rascal! Was Magnus saying something he shouldn't have? Was he making Noelle suspicious about his identity? A twinge of unease crept into Cedric. However, from what Magnus had said, it didn't seem likely. After changing clothes, Cedric stepped outside and saw Noelle sitting alone on the ground, staring off into space, looking lost and lonely.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis heart ached a little as he glanced at her. He grabbed a pair of boxing gloves and tossed them at her, hitting her in the back.
"Ouch!" Noelle jumped, startled by the sudden hit. She then turned to find Cedric with an eyebrow raised and a playful smile. She wanted to punch him so badly.
Noelle stood up. "Was that intentional?" "Obviously not," he said. "Did you seethrow it? It just rolled over on its own." "Do you think I'll believe that?" Noelle had been thinking about Magnus's words earlier, which had put her in a bad mood. But now, after Cedric hit her, all she felt was anger.
Cedric picked up the gloves. "If you're unhappy, cat me." Noelle gritted her teeth, walked over, and saw the band-aid still on his shoulder.
Cedric followed her gaze. "See, I'm keeping it on for you." Couldn't he just talk normally? Without saying another word, Noelle threw a punch, landing a surprise hit.
She smiled and took a step back. "Focus now." Cedric touched his chin, his eyes locking onto hers. "That punch is too weak. You need swork." Noelle wasn't convinced and charged at him again. The two exchanged blows in the ring, going back and forth.
His voice was lazy. "Your speed is too slow. What's with that reaction time? Are you a turtle?" "Here's an opening! Use your IQ more, not just your strength! "Too soft! Put smuscle into it. Haven't eaten yet?"
Noelle was nearly driven crazy by Cedric. First, he said her speed was too slow, so she sped up. Then, He told her not to rely on brute force because of openings. After thinking it through, he said she needed more power in her punches. How could he be so sharp-tongued? Eventually, Noelle collapsed to the ground. "I'm done." Cedric looked down at her from above. "I figured as much." Once she was drained, there was no energy left for overthinking. He handed her a clean towel, but she was too tired even to raise her hand.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCedric sat beside her and gently wiped the sweat off her face, trying to make her more comfortable.
Noelle felt his touch, and her heart skipped a beat. She grabbed the towel. "I'll do it myself." Cedric said nothing; he just placed two water bottles beside her. He was feeling a little tired, too.
Noelle had made remarkable progress in such a short time. She was stronger than most girls. The coach had been right—she really did have potential.
Noelle wiped away her sweat, feeling much more at ease. She was too om tired to think about anything else" think about now. The two sat silently, the setting sun casting a beautiful golden glow around them.
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