Rufus' POV:
"How can that slave be so fast?"
I heard everyone around me exclaim. They were all surprised at Sylvia's speed.
I pursed my lips, and my eyes closely followed the snow-white figure. Pride and joy involuntarily filled my entire body.
In her wolf form, Sylvia's fluffy hair slightly shone under the sunlight. Her running posture was majestic. And with a few tufts of dark red hair on top of her head swaying, she looked more charming. I couldn't help but want to hold her in my arms and touch her head.
Omar was also very excited, jumping up and down in my head. He kept expressing his incomparable appreciation and joy to Sylvia's wolf. It took me a lot of effort to calm him down.
"I didn't expect that a little slave like Sylvia can run that fast," Richard suddenly commented. I sensed a trace of praise in his voice, which was very rare. Obviously, he was really surprised.
But I didn't bother to pay attention to him. On the other hand, my mother snorted coldly, "This is just the beginning. There are still two more rounds in the competition. Isn't it too early to praise her now?" Sitting in the main seat, my mother looked at the square with disdain. "If a slave can enter Class C, then the quality of this class is really worrying." "You're right, Queen Laura. Participation is more important." The dean immediately agreed to my mother and bowed to flatter her. "But don't worry, all the talents we select are top-notch. There is no such thing as fishing in the troubled water."
"That's good to know. I don't want one drop of poison to infect the whole tun of wine." After saying this, my mother picked up the teacup and took a sip gracefully.
"Mother!" I couldn't help but shout out a forbearing warning. I didn't want to fight with her in front of many people.
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