“Aren’t you the one who claims to be able to handle and solve anything in school? What’s the meaning of this situation now?”
In the seemingly quiet classroom, a continuous ‘tap, tap, tap’ sound echoed.
Asher furrowed his brows.
This was because in front of him sat a student who exuded an inherent air of refinement: wearing neat glasses, sporting a clean and tidy short haircut, and giving off an impression of innate sophistication.
His expression was somewhat cold.
The window, with its curtains drawn, let in minimal light, casting a shadow over him.
Asher took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry, I messed up this time… I didn’t expect that guy to be so strong in a fight. Had I known, I would have brought more people!”
Brody frowned at him.
“More people? Were you planning to escalate the situation, or even worse, cause a fatality and bring me a whole lot of trouble?”
Asher was momentarily lost for words, only managing to lower his head.
Brody’s fingers continued to rhythmically tap on the clean desk surface, much like the small habits of influential figures in many TV dramas when deep in thought.
Brody liked this.
He constantly reminded himself to be a mature and composed person, regardless of his age.
This was what his family expected of an heir. His brother had already begun to dabble in family affairs, but his handling was not entirely satisfactory to the elders. Despite his young age, Brody understood that it was his time to demonstrate his capabilities.
To gain more favor than his brother.
The most crucial step in achieving this was to get Angel.
Winning her over was akin to securing half of the Angel family.
His own status would rise significantly. Don’t blame Brody for thinking about these things at his age. He had no choice, as it was the environment he was raised in.
If he appeared too naive, he would be sidelined.
So, he couldn’t afford to let Sam become a problem.
Brody looked up.
“He’s good at fighting, you say?”
Asher nodded sheepishly.
“You know, the three of us are practically untouchable at school. But that guy… he beat us up easily. If we want to teach him a lesson, we might need to use some other kind of force.”
Upon hearing this, Brody cursed out loud.
“Using my family’s power to deal with a high school student would make everyone think I’m worthless, do you understand?”
Asher dared not speak further.
Brody looked at him. “It seems you still don’t grasp what I’m saying.”
“Why don’t you just spell it out for me? We’re really not good at using our brains.”
Brody stood up, walked over to Asher, and then pointed at Asher’s head.
“What I’m telling you is, if physical force doesn’t solve the problem, then use your brain. What’s my goal?”
Asher instinctively responded, “To keep Sam away from Miss Angel.”
“Is instilling fear the only way? If he’s not scared, and I don’t want him to have any contact with Angel, are there no other methods?”
Asher’s eyes widened in a flash, as if he had realized something. “Just make him leave this school.”
Brody lowered his hand and walked over to the window. He pulled back the curtains in one swift motion, letting the sunlight flood in, bathing him in its rays.
Yet, the sunshine didn’t make Brody seem any brighter. He turned his head in the light, the glare reflecting off his glasses as he gave a cold laugh.
“There are many ways to make a student leave a school. You understand, right?”
Asher nodded. “I understand.”
“Good, then go and do it. Don’t keep me waiting too long.”
“Yes, sir.”
Asher quickly turned and left the room.
Meanwhile, Brody stood by the window for a long time, clicking his tongue in disdain.
“When did such a nuisance appear… You’re really bad luck, Sam.”
…
In the subsequent days, everything seemed quite normal.
For Sam, these were rare days of tranquility.
No anxiety-inducing text messages, and Angel hadn’t used her time-stopping ability either. Alice’s manipulation continued, but it wasn’t too extreme these days, just some suggestions about ‘being a good kid.’
Sometimes, he would encounter Sophie in the study room.
Just as she had said, even if she saw him, she acted as if she didn’t know Sam, regardless of whether others were around or if they were alone.
Sam didn’t find this unpleasant; on the contrary, he preferred it.
Next on the agenda were the upcoming exams, for which Sam had been working hard.
Partly, he wanted to offer some solace to his parents; additionally, he aimed to advance his conquest plan with Alice.
Sam felt that if he scored well on the exams, he could significantly progress in his conquest plan and perhaps make substantial progress with Alice.
However, studying hard was somewhat difficult for him.
He was almost ready in most subjects and was confident about making noticeable improvements, but mathematics was a real challenge for Sam.
As he studied, he felt dizzy and overwhelmed. He glanced at Louis, who was comfortably sleeping on the desk, unaffected by the noisy classroom.
Sam stood up, deciding to take a break and go to the restroom.
As he walked past several classes, many girls sneakily or boldly looked at him.
They noticed the handsome boy who wasn’t seen often, but when he was, he shone brilliantly, his cheeks kissed by the sunlight.
Sometimes, female classmates specifically greeted him, and Sam would politely nod in response.
He entered the clean and tidy restroom. Finding it empty, Sam didn’t feel the need to use a stall, confident in himself.
Before he could unzip his pants, however, he felt a vibration in his pocket.
Frowning, Sam took out his phone to check.
It was a text message.
[Unfortunately, what you’re doing is strictly prohibited by the school. Come with me to the administration office to deal with this. If you keep insisting on hiding the truth, then fine, let’s call the police. But I doubt it will help, considering several people have already seen it.]
“What is this?”
Sam was momentarily taken aback.
This didn’t sound like something any of the girls he knew would say, and judging by the content, it seemed quite serious.
Definitely not from the female leads.
Sam put his phone back, ready to unzip his pants and address his immediate need.
At that moment, he heard someone at the restroom door.
He didn’t pay much attention until the footsteps came closer, right beside him.
Instinctively turning his head, he saw a ‘familiar face’ standing beside him with a nonchalant expression, just unzipping his pants.
Noticing Sam’s gaze, the person seemed genuinely surprised.
“Yo, what a coincidence, isn’t this Sam?”
“Asher?”
Sam frowned at him. His pants were already unzipped, but the other person wasn’t in a hurry to relieve himself, his hand casually in his pocket.
Then, he smiled slyly at Sam. “What’s the matter? Can’t pee when you see me?”
Sam smiled and confidently pulled out his cock.
Asher, who had been smirking condescendingly, suddenly widened his eyes, struggling to control his expression.
It was as if he had seen something unbelievable, something immensely shocking.
“Are you even human? How can you be that big!”
