“Smart move. After I finish dealing with this, let’s go to the supermarket together to buy groceries. Tonight, I’m really going to wear you out, since you have so much energy to go around fighting!”

After being promised a big meal, Vivian Carter took the prepared documents to find the department head and the finance office.

Watching the interaction between the two, Dean Carter was left speechless.

So that’s what counts as being sensible?

He was really at a loss—this world that judges by appearances!

This made him even angrier than hearing that Edward Thompson had gotten into another fight.

Edward Thompson, a textbook “bully” who gets into fights every other day and injures his opponents every time, is seen as just a mischievous, naughty kid by the beautiful, sexy, and motherly Vivian Carter—all because he’s good-looking.

Actually, Dean Carter didn’t have any other thoughts. At his age, as a man, seeing this kind of thing just naturally made him jealous.

Besides jealousy, he was also annoyed.

He was the one backing this kid up as the dean!

And yet this brat only thinks about inviting the pretty assistant dean to dinner—totally ignoring his own kind!

Now that someone else was covering the cost of dinner ingredients, and he’d get to have dinner with a beautiful woman, Edward Thompson was in a great mood. He asked from the other side of the desk, “Dean, what should I do now?”

“Go wherever the hell you want!”

With no one else around, Dean Carter finally lost his composure and shouted in his native language.

“Yes, Dean!”

Edward Thompson shot up from his seat and dashed toward the office door like an arrow leaving the bow.

If he didn’t leave now, Uncle Dean was going to hit someone.

Dean Carter’s perspective instantly shifted from looking down to looking up—this was why he’d made Edward Thompson sit down to be lectured.

Edward Thompson rushed to the office door, but just as he closed it, it suddenly opened again. Vivian Carter had come back, and thanks to Edward Thompson’s quick reflexes, he managed to stop in time and didn’t knock her over.

Edward Thompson exclaimed in surprise and lowered his head, saying, “Auntie, you scared me!”

Vivian Carter, who had almost been knocked over, was startled too. She looked up at Edward Thompson, panting. From this angle… When the kid first arrived last June, he was about 175 cm tall, and with her high heels, she was still taller.

Now, just thirteen or fourteen months later, the boy’s face was still youthful, but he’d shot up a whole head! He was taller than most of the basketball and volleyball team members.

At that moment, Vivian Carter noticed Edward Thompson blushing and turning his head away. She glanced down at her own chest, which was rising and falling with her heavy breathing… He really was still a kid. She really wanted to tease him!

Dean Carter interrupted his assistant’s wandering thoughts and asked, “Vivian Carter, why did you come back?”

Vivian Carter regretfully gave up on teasing the big boy, grabbed Edward Thompson’s arm, and returned to the office, saying, “Dean, bad news, Henry is here!”

“Damn,” Dean Carter immediately cursed, “Damn it, how did that guy get here so fast this time?”

Dean Carter spoke in Chinese, so the assistant didn’t understand. Before she could ask, someone outside the door responded.

“Oh, Sean Carter, my friend, your student beat up my player, and you’re cursing me behind my back. I’m really hurt.”

Edward Thompson looked over and saw a middle-aged man dressed in flashy, trendy clothes walk into the office.

The newcomer was the head coach of the USC Trojans basketball team, named Henry Bibby, a friend of Dean Carter.

Dean Carter’s English name was Sean Carter. He had another “damn” stuck in his throat, but he couldn’t keep cursing—he was already in the wrong, and now even more so.

Because the guy Edward Thompson beat up this time was a member of the basketball team—a starting player, no less.

Dean Carter regretted ever teaching Henry Bibby those catchphrases like “damn,” “damn it,” and “mamaipi.”

Although he’d learned some Black slang curses, in the American environment, only Black people could use those freely.

He stopped cursing, but Dean Carter didn’t stop moving. He stepped out and, together with Vivian Carter, shielded Edward Thompson behind them.

But with such a big height difference, the two of them weren’t much of a shield. Henry Bibby looked past them at the tall, skinny Edward Thompson and said in surprise, “Really? This kid is the one who put ‘Little Laimbeer’ in the hospital? Don’t worry, I’m not here for revenge…”

Vivian Carter interrupted, “Yes, Henry, we’re worried you might lose your cool—not that you’d seek revenge, but that you’d get impulsive because your star player was hospitalized and end up getting beaten into the hospital yourself. Leo Carter would definitely fight back.”

Henry Bibby: “……”

Honesty is important, but saying it like that is just humiliating!

But he couldn’t really deny Vivian Carter’s words. Who knows if this young guy is a little crazy and would just start a fight? What if he got beaten up?

There are more and more crazies these days. Even though this boy looks harmless, he just put Shelby Jordan, the notorious “Little Laimbeer” of California college basketball, in the hospital. He’s definitely not someone to mess with—what if he’s a psycho too?