Personality V: I will save everything

Frederick was playing the piano again today when he had nothing to do.

But ever since the last incident, the novelist wanted to avoid Frederick whenever he saw him, so the person who appeared behind him this time was naturally not the novelist.

"Perfect tone." Only after Frederick finished playing did the people who had been silently admiring him behind him finally applauded.

Just by listening to the voice, Frederick knew who was standing behind him. After all, how could he not know his own voice?

The composer began observing this other-worldly self a long time ago.

He seemed to be happier and more talented than me.

"Can I stand here and talk to you about what happened in the other world?"

"of course can."

After getting permission, the composer asked the biggest question in his mind.

"What kind of life do you lead in the other world?"

Frederick didn't have much intention of hiding this.

"At first, I might have been born into the Kreiberg family like you, but from birth I was treated as an exhibit of the family."

Frederick reached out and touched his cheek.

"This beautiful face allows us to move around among the nobles, but the Frederick family hates us because of the red mark on our bodies, thinking it is a symbol of our curse."

Frederick even unbuttoned his cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the red marks on his arms.

"If there hadn't been that turning point, my life would have been exactly the same as yours..."

Frederick had thought countless times, if he had not been brought to that banquet by his parents and had not met the owner of the manor there, what kind of life would he be living now?

"So what changed you?" This is what the composer wants to know most.

Looking at Frederick in front of him, the composer seemed to be having a conversation with his younger self.

Why did he say “as if”? Because the composer knew very well that when the child grew up, he would definitely not live the same life as he does now.

"I met the owner of the manor." Frederick said calmly, "but... not your manor owner... Of course, my words may be redundant. You should have realized that our manor owner is very different from yours."

"Yes, that's right."

So much time has passed, and the survivors and supervisors in the manor have long discovered the differences between the manor owners in another world and their own.

"As usual, my parents took me to a banquet, where I met the owner of the manor............"

Frederick paused.

"You know what?" Frederick suddenly grabbed his face tightly with his hands, "I hate this face, because it is beautiful, it is beautiful enough, so beautiful that others will ignore our talents and only focus on our appearance."

Frederick suddenly laughed at himself, "But at the same time, I am very glad because this face is beautiful enough, so beautiful that even the owner of the manor would notice me."

Frederick certainly knew that the owner's love for him came from the heart and was not dependent on this face.

But at the same time, Frederick also knew that this was just like the so-called love at first sight. If he was not beautiful enough to attract the other person's attention, he would only treat the other person as a passerby. How could he notice each other and fall in love with each other?

By the same token, if he was ordinary, just one of the countless aristocratic children attending the banquet, the owner of the manor would simply ignore him.

"I'm the same as you, composer. I hate this face because it has caused me a lot of trouble. Because of this face, people think I should be weak, a gentleman, and should know all the aristocratic etiquette and maintain my demeanor at all times. But... I hate this look."

Frederick suddenly stood up from the piano chair and stared at the composer, looking a little crazy.

"But I am also very fortunate. Because of this face, I was noticed by the owner of the manor. I was able to escape from the Kreborg family. I was able to grow up in the manor and feel the owner's omnipresent love."

Frederick excitedly held the composer's shoulders and lowered his head heavily. The composer couldn't see his appearance, but he felt that the child should be crying.

The composer was just about to comfort the child and at the same time comfort his younger self, but suddenly!

Frederick held his head high, there was no trace of tears on his face, only a big smile.

"I only told half the truth in what I said above. The other half is a lie~"

Frederick looked like a child who had succeeded in a prank.

"I admit that this face once caused me some trouble, but unfortunately, I have long since learned to reconcile with my past self."

Frederick stood on the piano bench and spoke condescendingly to the composer, like a child who had never been educated.

"I am both talented and handsome. Those who don't understand my music and look down on me because of my appearance are all fucking idiots."

Frederick raised his hands, like an orator who had just finished his speech.

At this moment, Frederick demonstrated very well what the owner of the manor had taught him—no matter how much the world belittles me, no matter how much it despises me, I am still the best in the world, and you are all idiots.

"Okay!" Frederick jumped down from his chair. "I'm hungry after talking for so long. Let's go to the restaurant and see if there's anything delicious to eat."

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The composer was dragged into the restaurant by Frederick with a confused look on his face.

When we got to the restaurant, we found that the striker and the batsman, two guys who usually exercise a lot, were wolfing down their food.

The way they eat can be described as quick and even savage. They don't use cutlery, but just grab the food with their hands and stuff it into their mouths.

The composer frowned slightly. At times like this he would usually choose a seat farther away or even leave the restaurant directly, not wanting to dine with these two barbarians.

But Frederick was just the opposite.

He grabbed a piece of bread with his hand without any courtesy and stuffed it into his mouth. He even had time to grab another one with his other hand, ready to put it into his mouth at any time.

Frederick's heroic way of eating successfully stunned the striker and batsman.

They knew that the self-righteous upper-class people usually looked down on their way of eating, and they originally thought that Frederick in the other world was the same, but they didn't expect that he was just the opposite.

"Look at me... um... what are you looking at?... Um... if you... don't eat... ah... I will... um... eat up all the food..."

Frederick spoke incoherently with a piece of bread in his mouth.

Talking with food in your mouth is even more contrary to the strict etiquette of the upper class when dining.

Although they felt strange, the striker and the batsman looked at each other and decided to finish their food before talking about it.

But no matter how fast he ate, Frederick's appetite was still not as good as that of the forward and the batsman.

After eating, Frederick began to fiddle with the cricket bat that the batsman had put together.

The batsman was about to remind him not to move, as this thing was very dangerous, but he didn't expect that...

"Hey... Yeah!!!"

Frederick suddenly grabbed the cricket bat and assumed a very standard batting posture, and swung the bat with such force that the striker and batsman next to him could feel the air wave generated by the swing of the cricket bat.

"Yeah, not bad, my wrist wasn't sprained this time... Are you... okay?"

The origin of the grey cricket bat can be traced back to the time when Frederick swung at Gangi's cricket bat for fun and sprained his wrist.

From then on, the cricket bat seemed to have become an indelible psychological shadow for Frederick.

This was the first time Frederick had swung a cricket bat since that incident, but this time his wrist wasn't sprained.

But the other person seems not so good......

The striker's mouth was already stuffed with a lot of food, and Frederick's swing of the cricket bat just now was so standard in his posture that he didn't look like a self-righteous superior at all. He sat upright with his neck held high.

The forward was so surprised that he subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to ask, but don't forget that his mouth was stuffed with a lot of food and he had to swallow it quickly. As a result, he swallowed too quickly and successfully choked himself.

“Hmm…Hmm…Hmm…”

The forward covered his throat with one hand and pointed desperately at his neck with the other hand.

At first, the composer and the batsman thought he was just an ordinary owner and would be fine after drinking some water, but it was not until the striker's face changed that they realized something was wrong.

"Vomit! Vomit! Vomit!" The batsman sitting next to him anxiously patted the striker's back hard, trying to make him spit out the food, but unfortunately it was of no use.

As for the composer, oh, don't think about it. He lived in an environment where it was impossible for anyone to choke due to eating too quickly, so he had no idea what to do.

"Oh my! Get out of the way! You are so stupid!"

Frederick couldn't bear it anymore, mainly because he felt that if he didn't take action now, the forward would really be suffocated to death.

"You don't even know the Heimlich maneuver. What the hell are you doing every day?!" Frederick roared angrily, his voice echoing throughout the restaurant.

He quickly went behind the striker and without hesitation stretched out his hands to tightly wrap around his waist. One hand was clenched into a fist, and the other hand firmly held the fist.

Then, Frederick began to rush upward at a very fast speed and pressurize the striker's abdomen.

One, two, three times........

However, after repeating this action several times, it seemed to have no effect.

You know, this forward is not an ordinary person. As a professional athlete, his muscles are as hard as rock.

Although Frederick tried his best and exerted his greatest strength, the rock-solid muscles on the striker's body blocked and reduced the force he exerted, so that the force that could finally squeeze the striker's abdomen became so small that it could be almost ignored.

Faced with this helpless situation, Frederick felt a surge of despair in his heart. "There's nothing I can do. I'm really sorry." As soon as he finished speaking, he moved quickly again and nimbly went in front of the forward.

Then he took a deep breath, gathered all his strength into his right arm, and suddenly swung out a powerful fist, hitting the forward's abdomen hard.

The force was so great that the forward quickly spat out the foreign object in his mouth.

"Cough! cough! cough! Ouch! Oh, my goodness!"

The striker, who had regained his breath, gasped for fresh air in big gulps.

But the forward's waist bent little by little until he collapsed to the ground, holding his abdomen.

The situation was urgent just now, and Frederick might have used too much strength in excitement.

But in an emergency like that, who cares about so many things? ! The most important thing is to save your life first!

The forward certainly understood this, so even though he lifted up his clothes and found that his abdomen was bruised by Frederick, he still expressed his gratitude to Frederick.

"You're welcome, Lord of the Manor. He once asked me to learn a little bit of everything. After all, you never know when it might be useful. Isn't that right?"

"......"

But then again, based on what happened in just less than 20 minutes, the three people present didn't know whether to answer yes or no?

The composer was surprised at Frederick's attitude towards life and personality, which were completely different from his own.

The batsman was surprised that Frederick could actually swing a cricket bat, or to be more precise, he could actually play cricket. After all, Frederick's standard posture just now made it impossible for the batsman to deceive himself and say that he just knew one move.

As for the striker, he was just surprised at how strong Frederick was! It was the first time that Frederick could beat a tough guy like the striker to the ground and couldn't get up.