Chapter 850 I Swear I Have Good Intentions
After speaking, the girl forcefully hurled the boy out, knocking down Ymir and the other boys who were still rushing forward. They were a moaning mess on the floor the next instant.
“You will have to go through me if any of you wants to bully him from today onward!” The boys were so startled they scurried off when she warned them with a gloomy face.
She only wiped that look off her face after she watched them leave. She soon turned toward Irvin, but she quickly put that pitiful look back on as she lowered her head and pressed her lips tightly together.
After a momentary silence, Irvin diffused the awkwardness by stating, “Are you… from the track and field team?”
Seemingly surprised by his question, the girl lifted her head to glance at him before shaking her head in denial.
“Why don’t you join the team, then?” He explained objectively, “You have the talent and physique. You should have a bright future in this. Humans are not useless, and there is only one life to live. I hope you don’t waste your time on those clowns again.”
After he said that, he started walking away, leaving the girl behind as she fell into deep thought while looking at his retreating figure.
She couldn’t help but wonder if he was an angel…
…
The school bell finally rang.
The class teacher of Class 12F had just told the students to sit down when Ymir, followed by a bespectacled old man in a suit, swaggered into the classroom.
“Mr. Zorn!” The class teacher immediately greeted the man.
“Hmm.” Fenris Zorn nodded in reply. He then nudged the spectacles resting on the bridge of his nose and overlooked the whole class. “Which one of you is Irvin White?”
“It’s him!” Ymir forcefully pointed to the third row, his eyes squinting in delight.
He then mused to himself, My grandfather is the vice-principal, after all. Now this will teach them not to cross me!
Irvin proceeded to stand up with his hands resting in his pockets. “Yeah?” he hummed nonchalantly.
“Just look at your behavior!” Fenris’ face turned sullen. “Students who are arrogant, unbridled and have their heads filled with violence like you don’t fit the standards of international schools like ours. You are hereby expelled!”
Ymir immediately crossed his arms in front of his chest and bobbed smugly when he heard this.
Hmph! Keep acting cool like that. I will have you regret bullying me!
After walking over, the class teacher quickly pled for mercy on Irvin’s behalf in a small voice. “Ms. Dolly, the Dean of Admissions, gave special instructions to take proper care of the White siblings, Mr. Zorn.”
At that, Fenris glanced at the teacher from the corner of his eye. His gaze had turned even colder and his face was emotionless. He then heavily knocked the table on the podium with his knuckles. “This is a school! No one can try to manipulate how things happen here. It will only ruin the school’s reputation in the future if we keep a student with corrupt morals who injured five boys so badly on his first day of school. I will never allow such a thing to happen!”
“But, Mr. Zorn—”
“You can stop now. Have the Dean come to me if they have a problem with the decision.”
After Fenris cut the class teacher off, he told the White siblings to leave the room with him.
The class teacher immediately phoned Dolly then.
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In the vice-principal’s office, after the children remained standing for five minutes, Irvin led Alexia to the sofa aside, where he told his sister to sit. Alexia obediently did as told.
Seeing this, Fenris boomed, “What are you doing? Did I say you are allowed to sit?”
“What authority do you have over us if you are going to expel us?” Irvin retorted impatiently. He proceeded to sit down beside Alexia before he calmly took out his laptop.
“You—” Fenris stood up in anger and was about to curse when he opened his mouth. However, he held back after thinking about his identity. “Very good,” he mocked with a calculating smile on his face. “Keep up with your disobedience.”
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