Henry Carter glanced at his watch, worried about waiting too long, and quietly asked, “Do we have to keep waiting?”

“We’re already here, so let’s wait. We can’t disrespect Ryan.” James Walker replied, then his expression changed and he grinned mischievously, “Emily Turner is coming over. The rumors are true—she’s at most 1.45 meters tall barefoot.”

Chapter 7: I’ll Go First, I’ll Go First

Kendo matches are usually three rounds. Emily Turner sat properly for a while, waiting, but noticed her opponent had gone off to chat with someone. She couldn’t help but glance over and immediately spotted Henry Carter.

To be honest, her bad mood throughout the first week of school was all because of this guy—she’d lost a huge sum of money for nothing. When she did the math at home at night, she realized she’d lose at least 2.5 million yen over three years.

Thinking of all those zeros, Emily Turner felt her stomach start to ache again, twisting in pain. Even killing Henry Carter wouldn’t be enough to vent her anger—Grace Cooper, Henry Carter, sooner or later you two will get what’s coming to you! Especially that pretty boy Henry Carter, who pretended not to know her when they met in the cafeteria at noon… Deliberately insulting her! Fine, very fine, just you wait!

Emily Turner glared at Henry Carter for a while, then looked at the bamboo sword beside her. Suddenly, an idea struck her—fighting at school would definitely get her punished, maybe even a demerit, and if it went on her student record, it could affect her future. That’s why she had to swallow her anger in the cafeteria at noon, and even left quickly for fear she couldn’t control herself and would kick him. But now, they were in the kendo hall…

In the kendo hall…

Her dark, shiny eyes spun quickly, and she immediately got up and walked toward Henry Carter. As she got closer, she vaguely heard a sneaky-looking sidekick next to him quietly mock, “…at most 1.45 meters tall.”

Her eyelid twitched, and her crescent-moon eyes narrowed as she gave James Walker a careful look.

Pointy chin, shifty eyes, buzz cut, a lecherous glint in his gaze, a sleazy build… Perfect, even his sidekick looks like a treacherous minister. No wonder this pretty boy isn’t a good person—birds of a feather flock together, weasels and rats, snakes and mice, none of them are any good! She had to rid the people of these pests!

But she kept a straight face and stepped forward to ask Preston Hill, “Senpai, are we continuing the match?”

Preston Hill turned around, pleased, and said, “No need, your skills are excellent! Turner, we’re counting on you for the girls’ division at this year’s prefectural tournament!”

Emily Turner bowed politely and replied modestly, “You flatter me, senpai. I still need a lot more practice.” Then she looked up and casually asked, “Senpai, are these students also joining the club?”

“That’s right. Ah, let me introduce you—these are your classmates: Ryan Smith, Henry Carter, and… and James Parker?”

James Walker was speechless, and Ryan Smith quietly reminded, “It’s Walker, senpai.”

“Ah, sorry, Walker.” Preston Hill quickly patted James Walker’s shoulder to apologize, while Emily Turner shot a sidelong glance at James Walker.

Good, so it’s James Walker. I’ll remember that name!

She held a grudge in her heart, but on the surface, she politely bowed to the three of them and said, “I’m Emily Turner from Class 1-C. It’s an honor to meet you all. I look forward to your guidance.”

Ryan Smith and James Walker instinctively bowed in return and said in unison, “Please take care of us, Turner.”

Henry Carter was a beat slow to react, but quickly followed suit, adapting to the local custom: “Please take care of me!”

Emily Turner kept her head down for a moment, not looking up, making her seem very sincere. In reality, she just didn’t want anyone to see her angry face—with her “advantage” in height, unless everyone else got down on the floor, no one could see her expression when she bowed. And right now, she was super angry!

This pretty boy is so arrogant, even slow to return a greeting, clearly reluctant—he must look down on me!

She took several deep breaths to suppress her anger. Anyway, the more she looked at Henry Carter, the more she disliked him. She turned to Preston Hill with a sweet smile and asked, “Senpai, do you want to test their skills? If you’d like, I can help.”

“Well…” Preston Hill thought for a moment, decided that Emily Turner was one of their own now, and that it was fine to mention the honorary member thing, so he said directly, “Of them, only Smith is an official member. Carter and Walker are just honorary members, helping us get more club funds from the student council. I know Smith’s skill level, so there’s no need for a test.”

“I see…” Emily Turner was still unwilling to give up. She suddenly turned to Henry Carter and smiled, “Since you’re here, Carter, don’t you want to give it a try? Kendo is a really fun sport.”

Her face was all smiles, but her eyes flashed with danger, and there was a hint of slyness in her expression. This made Henry Carter instinctively wary, but looking at Emily Turner’s cheerful face, he wondered if he was just imagining things—after all, they barely knew each other, so she couldn’t possibly want to harm him, right? He couldn’t recall ever offending her; if anything, she’d stolen a sip of his noodle soup at lunch.