[ Scene: Return to the Multipurpose Building ]
King Yudan was now walking back with the other senior students. As he approached their base, he saw that his subordinates, who were guarding the entrance, had all collapsed unconscious.
The other seniors were also shocked by what they saw.
"What is this? Why are they all defeated? Who did this? Why didn't anyone inform us, damn it!!!" Yudan was visibly furious. This was the first time he had been attacked like this.
[ The Next Day ]
All the students were talking about yesterday’s incident—except for the new students, who neither knew about it nor cared to find out.
Yesterday, the classes had been assigned, and the new students were divided into five classes.
Riiinggg—the bell rang, signaling the start of class.
All the students got ready.
[ In Class 10-F ]
This was the lowest-ranked class among the new students. Some were playing around, others were sleeping, and some were even smoking. This class could be considered the worst among the newcomers.
Suddenly, the door swung open. A teacher entered—a woman with her hair tied up, wearing a single earring on her left ear.
"Tch, turns out it's just a cowardly woman!!" sneered one of the students smoking in the back.
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He walked toward the teacher, stepping forward with a smug expression. But suddenly, a female student blocked his path.
"What do you think you're doing? She's our teacher!"
THWACK!
The male student struck her, sending her flying out of the classroom.
CREAK—The door opened again.
The student rushed toward the teacher. She was looking down, tears streaming down her face.
Was this what they meant by a woman’s heart being as fragile as glass?
WHOOSH
He swung his fist at the teacher.
But before he realized it, someone passed by, intercepting his punch.
THUD!
The impact cracked the wall behind them.
But what was more shocking was that his fist had landed directly on someone’s face—more precisely, their cheek. Yet, the person didn’t flinch, not even a scratch.
The man had gray eyes.
The gray-eyed man placed his hand on the student’s shoulder as he walked past him.
"A fool like you—someone who can’t even resist the evil urges within himself—isn’t worthy of competing with real men," he said.
WHOOSH BOOM!
The student was sent flying out of the classroom, flung from the second floor—just from a mere touch.
"Huh? I lost just like that? What he said..."
He recalled the gray-eyed man's words.
"I see... In the end, I’m not even worth being a side character."
He blinked.
Then, he opened his eyes.
He was still in the classroom, his fist raised, about to hit the same student as before. The teacher was still crying behind the gray-eyed man.
Seeing this, the student collapsed to the ground, realizing that what he had just experienced wasn’t a mere illusion.
The gray-eyed man walked past him toward the back of the classroom.
"Why hold the performance here instead of on the stage?"
A new voice spoke up.
A young man appeared, carrying the female student who had been hit earlier.
"Come on, don’t cry. I’ll give you some candy, hehe."
Who was this now?
Many students were causing trouble on the first day, each trying to make a name for themselves.
"Oh yeah, by the way, where’s my seat? I was absent yesterday, so I have no idea," the young man said with a smile, looking at the gray-eyed student.
"Eh? Is the empty seat next to you mine? Haha, guess we’re seatmates!"
—TO BE CONTINUED—