Gavin Brooks looked at Rudy Brooks, who had dodged to the side, and shook his head slightly. He had thought, judging from the look in his eyes during the arm-wrestling match, that this brute was at least a courageous warrior. Now it seemed that judgment was wrong, and he had given him an extra chance to prove himself in arm wrestling for nothing.

Logan Brooks held his money pouch at his waist and was the first to run outside the dormitory door, happily watching his companions as they walked out.

Seeing Logan Brooks's innate merchant nature, Gavin Brooks seriously doubted whether this roommate had chosen the wrong school. He really shouldn't have come to Auckland Academy of Magic and Warriors, but should have gone to Auckland Business School instead.

Logan Brooks watched as Gavin Brooks walked out of the room, hurriedly took two steps forward, puffed up the plump, elastic flesh on his face, and smiled with a hint of flattery: "See, I told you, how could I misjudge someone? Gavin Brooks, you're just not confident enough. If you challenge Derek Brooks, who's ranked first in our grade, you could definitely win too!"

"Competing for rankings?" Gavin Brooks sneered twice, raised his hand and flicked Logan Brooks's forehead: "Could you be any more childish? Just for a useless ranking, you want a whole crowd to watch me like a clown, watching me fight others?"

Chapter 11: Class Belle

Logan Brooks covered his forehead, reddened by Gavin Brooks's finger flick, and shook his head repeatedly as he watched him walk away with the money pouch. He was secretly puzzled—how could Gavin Brooks, a warrior student with such outstanding strength, have no sense of honor or awareness as a warrior? Everyone else was fighting hard for the rankings, but this guy had no intention of competing at all.

Gavin Brooks quickly ran back to the dormitory with the pouch full of copper coins. Buying bedsheets had become a secondary matter; the most important thing now was that strange hat. He absolutely couldn't let anyone discover the oddity hidden in the hat—best to keep it with him at all times for safety.

Taking three steps at a time, Gavin Brooks moved swiftly and soon returned to the dormitory, only to see a girl with long golden hair standing at the door, gently knocking on the door panel.

"Class belle? Christine Brooks?"

Gavin Brooks was a bit surprised. Why would this proud woman, the only one to break into the top ten of the grade's warrior rankings, show up at his door today?

His quick steps came to an abrupt halt, and Gavin Brooks hesitated, wondering if he should avoid returning to the dorm for now. He hadn't forgotten how, in recent days, the competition for the so-called top ten rankings among the grades had thrown the school into chaos. Among them, this woman—currently ranked third among first-year warriors—had issued challenges more than once, and each time her challenge letter had ended up as a certain kind of functional paper for Gavin Brooks in the restroom.

Now, for the sake of those so-called observation and competition spots, Auckland Academy of Magic and Warriors had almost gone mad. Anyone with some strength was involved in the scramble for these spots.

Suddenly seeing this challenger at his door, Gavin Brooks couldn't help but suspect she was here for the observation or alternate competition spot. The Auckland school administration had a rule: anyone who defeated a top ten student in their grade would automatically gain points.

As a warrior unanimously recognized as one of the grade's top ten, Gavin Brooks was, in many people's eyes, a walking pile of activity points!

"Better hide for a while and wait until this woman leaves."

Gavin Brooks turned and tiptoed quickly toward the corner of the corridor. Suddenly, a dorm room door beside him was pulled open, and the warrior student coming out closed the door a bit too loudly. The bang caught Christine Brooks's attention.

"Gavin Brooks."

A crisp voice, tinged with heroic spirit, rang out in the boys' dormitory corridor. Gavin Brooks pretended not to hear and quickened his pace.

"Gavin Brooks...Gavin Brooks...Gavin Brooks..."

Christine Brooks noticed that every time she called out, Gavin Brooks would walk even faster, acting as if he hadn't heard and was trying to leave.

"Trying to run?" Christine Brooks frowned, quickened her pace, and jogged after him: "Gavin Brooks, stop hiding. I know you heard me."

A woman's voice suddenly echoed in the quiet boys' dormitory, prompting other male warrior students to open their doors and come out. In no time, the corridor was filled with male warrior students. No matter how thick-skinned Gavin Brooks was, he could only stop under everyone's gaze and look back helplessly at the approaching Christine Brooks.

"Why are you running? Afraid I'll eat you?"

Christine Brooks's sapphire blue eyes flashed with annoyance. With her hands on her slender waist and dressed in a fiery red, fitted warrior outfit, her not-yet-fully-developed chest was already high and prominent, making her the center of attention among the boys. At such a young age, her figure was already quite alluring—one could only imagine how stunningly sexy she would become as she grew older.

Gavin Brooks could feel the envious and jealous looks from many of the other boys in the dorm, and he grumbled inwardly in annoyance: Anyone interested can switch places with me, I really don't mind.

Christine Brooks strode over to Gavin Brooks, her tall figure looking even more striking as she walked. Many male warrior students couldn't help but swallow. If she weren't so strong, and if she weren't a freshman who had just enrolled less than a year ago—if it weren't for the fact that it wasn't yet time for the next school belle election—Auckland Academy's school belle title would probably have changed hands by now.