Hearing the mockery, Rylie was furious—but there were too many of them. She was alone. Picking a fight now would only put her at a disadvantage.
Forget it. No point arguing with fools.
What mattered was comforting Riley.
"Riley, let's go. Ignore them!" Rylie snorted and grabbed Riley's hand, pulling her toward the door.
But just as they turned—
A chair suddenly came flying from behind.
The lecture hall erupted in screams.
Riley's eyes turned cold in an instant. She yanked Rylie back, spun on her heel, and delivered a clean, powerful kick—
The chair shot back in the opposite direction.
Celeste, who had been smirking just moments ago, didn't even have time to react.
BANG!
The chair slammed straight into her face.
"AHHH—!"
Her scream pierced through the lecture hall.
"She's bleeding!"
Everyone stared in horror as Celeste collapsed to the ground, blood streaming from her head. Even Rylie, who had just snapped out of her shock, swallowed hard and looked at Riley with wide, grateful eyes.
If Riley hadn't acted, that would've been her.
Her legs trembled.
"Riley… w-wait for me! I'm going to Class Seven with you. You've gotta protect me. I'm scared!"
After that incident, Rylie refused to stay in Class One any longer. She grabbed her bag and insisted on following Riley.
Riley's expression was icy as she looked down at Celeste, who sat on the floor with no one daring to approach.
"I have my limits," Riley said coldly. "Don't push me. I will bite back if you overdid it."
With that, she turned and left with Rylie.
Only after they were gone did the rest of the class snap back to their senses, rushing to help Celeste and send her to the infirmary.
They were all shaken.
"That was Riley?"
"The girl who had just spoken so calmly, why did she suddenly feel so terrifying?"
The image of her kicking that chair left a lasting impression.
The entire class sat frozen, hearts pounding.
They were silently grateful that they weren't the ones who had provoked her.
***
Meanwhile, Class Seven had no idea Riley had been transferred there.
When forty male students looked up and saw two girls standing at the door, they all froze.
Even Rylie, usually loud and carefree, felt a little shy under so many stares.
She pulled Riley up to the podium and introduced herself.
"Hi everyone, I'm Rylie. I just transferred from Class One. Nice to meet you all."
Riley blinked, glancing at Rylie's slightly flushed face, and couldn't help but find it amusing.
She's actually being shy? That's new.
I still remembered how quiet Rylie had seemed when we first met.
Turns out, that had just been an act.
Once you got to know her, she was anything but reserved—carefree, loud, and completely unfiltered.
Even I had been fooled.
Sensing the gaze on her, Rylie snapped back to attention and quickly added, "Oh, and this is my best friend, Riley. We transferred together. Please take care of us!"
She bowed—and when Riley didn't move, she grabbed her and made her bow too.
The class immediately welcomed them enthusiastically.
Their all-male environment had finally been blessed with two girls—of course they were excited.
But beneath the excitement, curiosity bubbled.
"Why would someone from Class One transfer to Class Seven?"