Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 122: Garcia Perez (Part 1)

Chapter 122: Garcia Perez (Part 1)

Amalia shook her head, "I’m in a four-person dorm. My request for a single-person dorm will be approved in three days."

"Someone from a big family like yours unwilling to pay for a single-person dorm?" Kenny Lin scoffed, "Follow me."

Amalia followed Kenny Lin, and passing through the area of single-person dormitories without stopping.

They continued until they reached the villa area, and walking deeper into it, finally entering one of the quiet popular villas.

The villa’s style was quite different from Kenny Lin’s persona.

It exuded warm colors and was cleaned daily, which make it remained clean and simple even after being unoccupied for a year.

"Are you the owner of this villa?" Amalia asked as she watched Kenny Lin approaching.

Kenny Lin smirked, "Well, nobody’s here, perfect for an empty visit."

Amalia fell silent for a moment, "Let’s get started."

"Alright, take off your top," Kenny Lin suddenly said.

Amalia turned her head, "We didn’t do that before."

Kenny Lin spoke firmly, "It’s different now. Every time you use it, the difficulty increases by a notch, and it’s quite strenuous for me too."

This reasoning successfully convinced Amalia.

Initially she reluctant to seek help multiple times from someone unrelated, but she still immediately removed her top, and revealing her slender waist and a inner clothes that covered up her plump chest.

Her upper body have fair white skin and some faint muscle and fat.

The result her two months of hard work make her malnurished body looked much healthier now.

Although its not yet back to her previous physique in her previous life, it was much improved compared from two months ago.

Kenny Lin placed his hands on her shoulders, and feeling the distinctly textured skin beneath his palm, his smile brightening, "Impressive figure."

Under his gaze, Amalia felt her upper body begin to heat up, she furrowing her brows, "Let’s get started."

Kenny Lin’s fingers traced down her back, mapping her skin’s texture.

Although it was a normal way of assistance, it felt like something sensual to Amalia.

Closing her eyes, she had hoped that if it was out of her sight it would mean out of mind, but it only heightened her awareness, making her felt the proximity and the almost intimate sensation against her skin.

Just as she was about to interrupt him, Kenny Lin suddenly stood straight and removed his hands from her body, "Done."

...

Amalia briskly left the villa, and sporting a disheveled expression, muttering a curse under her breath while looking down, "Damn."

Being provoked by a man’s actions in just a few moments made Amalia question whether she had restrained herself for too long.

After the demise of her family in her past life, she became even more detached and dispassionate, devoid of any self-indulgence.

This lifetime was no different.

Ultimately, Amalia attributed this sensitive reaction to a prolonged period of abstinence.

Upon returning to her dormitory, she hastily vented her frustrations in the bathroom.

When she returned, Dianna Yeste noticed her black expression but refrained from approaching her, considering the events of the afternoon.

The following day was a class at the weaponry departement.

In order to prevent the new students from slacking off, today’s session was practical class.

Paired up, the students engaged in combat exercises.

Amalia initially expected the matches to involve class 9.

Surveying the participants, most of them seemed lackluster, with only a few showing enthusiasm.

However, their efforts were futile due to vast differences in skill, and leaving her with somewhat disappointed.

"Today’s practical session will be with class 7," their instructor Waldo, announced.

"What? Why do we have to face class 7 again?"

Some student immediately groaned, and furrowing their brows.

Amalia caught sight of some disdainful expressions towards class 7, "What’s wrong with class 7?"

"We’ve clashed with them before. Every time that happend, we’ve been utterly beaten. They’re vey irritating, and only targeting the visible areas, deliberately making us look bad," the student being questioned still assumed Amalia was new and hadn’t realized otherwise.

"How capable are the students from class 7?" Amalia inquired further.

"They’re all quite skilled. I just hope I don’t encounter those few strong ones who enjoy hitting faces. I just don’t want my face pounded again," the student grimaced, and seemingly recalling unpleasant memories.

"Who are the strongest among them?"

Thinking that Amalia also wanted to avoid them, the student mentioned a few names, "These individuals that have the best records and are the least lenient. Try to avoid them during the matches."

The group followed Instructor Waldo to the spacious arena.

The class 7 had already arrived first, and casting derisive sneers upon seeing them.

"These weaklings are here again. Our instructor really doesn’t care, with class 9’s poor skills, it’s no benefit to us."

"Yeah, I’d prefer sparring with Class 6 or 5 for more practical experience."

"After practicing for a month, I wanted to gauge my progress. But the first match of the semester is against class 9 trash. It’s obvious—what’s the point?"

"Don’t say that; even trash has its uses. They’re a good for stress-relief, haha."

"I want that girl."

Amidst the mockery, a serious voice suddenly emerged, and surprisingly it was from their class’s strongest student, Garcia Perez.

Following her gaze, they noticed a very beautiful girl they seemed not to have seen before.

"Doesn’t that girl look like a transfer student? Did she offend you?" inquired the friend closest to Garcia Perez.

With her arms crossed, Garcia Perez replied, "She didn’t offend me; she just offended someone she shouldn’t have."

"Oh, who did she offend?" the friend asked.

"Sebastian Caceres."

The friend instantly understood.

Sebastian Caceres was not only the class flower gaolin but also the every girl dream boyfriend.

Many girls liked him, including Garcia Perez.

The incident between her male god and Xylia Lazaro had spread a while ago.

For these fanatic fans, witnessing their beloved male god being humiliated was intolerable.

However, today practical claas presented Garcia Perez with a golden opportunity.

She would be the first to teach Amalia a lesson, and venting her male god’s frustration.

This time, she was determined to leave an impression on her male god.

Hence, she almost couldn’t wait to start beating up Amalia.

Amalia sensed an intense, and malicious gaze directed at her.

When she turned her head, she met Garcia Perez’s eyes.

Upon seeing her gaze, she paused briefly, and gesturing as if she was slashing her throat, implying for her to clean her neck and be prepare.

While the match-ups were drawn by lots, it didn’t stop them from exchanging opponents privately.

Garcia Perez didn’t draw Amalia.

Instead, she exchanged it with someone who had drawn her.

Garcia Perez immediately stepped forward, eagerly revealing his draw, and arrogantly saying, "Amalia, get your ass out here!"