Everyone shook their heads. Ethan Brooks ordered a lot of food, but at most it only cost five or six gold coins, which wasn’t much to them, and besides, it was for himself. In their minds, Ethan Brooks was just having one more lunch than the rest of them.

A dozen or so people sat at a long table. While waiting for the food to arrive, everyone started urging Ethan Brooks to continue the topic from earlier. Oh, I forgot to mention, including Ethan Brooks, there were only fifteen people in this class, with the vast majority being boys and only one pitiful girl.

Now, twelve people had shown up; only three said they weren’t interested and went off to do something else.

Don’t overthink it—the girl wasn’t some great beauty, nor was she a young lady of any special status. She was just an ordinary noble girl. If there was anything unusual about her, it was that her family was quite wealthy.

She wore her hair in a ponytail and had a few freckles on her face. Although she wasn’t a beauty, she wasn’t ugly either—just an average girl. But she was only fourteen now; maybe she’d become prettier as she grew older.

Her name was Olivia Smith, a girl who liked money—no, to be precise, a girl who liked business. She was far more interested in doing business than in practicing swordsmanship. It was only because her family insisted that she learn swordsmanship that she ended up at this school. Maybe she really had no talent, or maybe she just didn’t want to practice, so her sword skills were poor and she was placed in this “loser” class.

Of course, as a girl, she definitely had a knack for gossip, so she followed Ethan Brooks to dig for details about the duel...

“Ahem, since everyone wants to hear about my heroic deeds, I’ll begin now.” Ethan Brooks cleared his throat and started storytelling—yes, storytelling...

“So, as I was saying, back when I...”

Although Ethan Brooks wasn’t a great storyteller, this world had never seen this kind of performance before, so everyone found it novel and watched Ethan Brooks as he spun his tale.

Awesome, truly awesome. Everyone who knew what really happened couldn’t help but marvel in their hearts—

It was clearly just a single move, but he managed to turn it into a battle lasting hundreds of rounds, making it sound absolutely thrilling.

By the way, everyone also looked down on Ethan Brooks a bit, because he made himself out to be tall, brave, and invincible, while his opponent Colin was described as utterly ordinary. But compared to Ethan Brooks’s heroic image, “ordinary” came off as sneaky and shameless.

Luckily, Colin was still in the school infirmary (which also cost money, a rule set by the principal) receiving treatment. Otherwise, he wouldn’t need medical care—he’d die of anger on the spot.

“All right, that’s the whole story, folks. Today’s tale ends here. Now, how about a tip?” Ethan Brooks finished with a line that made everyone spit out their food.

“Boom! Boom!” The sound of people collapsing echoed nonstop.

“Ah...” Cries of surprise kept coming.

“Damn, I didn’t know a person could be this shameless.”

Chapter 10 Ethan Brooks’s Fiancée

“You shameless loser, that’s not how it happened—we were all there at the time.”

“Yeah, yeah, it clearly started with...”

“And then...”

Thanks to Ethan Brooks’s antics, the whole cafeteria became lively, and those who had witnessed the event that morning jumped in, each adding their own piece to reveal the truth.

“Are you making this up?” Olivia Smith asked during the commotion.

“Mmm mmm...” was Ethan Brooks’s reply.

...

“Damn it, Ethan Brooks, you bastard!!” When the students from Martial Arts Class Z01 finished listening to everyone’s accounts, they turned to question Ethan Brooks, only to find him busy devouring the food.

What made them even angrier was that Ethan Brooks not only ate his own two lunches, but also finished off the roast beef and rum—which they thought were for everyone—and was nearly done with them.

“Uh...” Ethan Brooks let out a satisfied burp and patted his stomach. “So full! I haven’t had a drink in ages—rum really does taste great. Huh? Why are you all staring at me? Hurry up and eat!”

Damn, what kind of stomach do you have? Not to mention two lunches, but ten pounds of beef and a bottle of rum—how did you fit all that in with your build? Seriously, where did it all go?

A magical stomach!!

“Ethan Brooks, you’re so shameless!” Olivia Smith voiced what everyone was thinking, then started eating her own lunch, afraid that Ethan Brooks would snatch hers too.

Judging a gentleman by a woman’s heart—why would I steal a little girl’s lunch? If I were to steal, I’d steal from the others.

But what if there’s no one else?

Ahem, well, in that case, I’d have no choice—but to steal it.

At that moment, a pretty young girl walked toward Ethan Brooks. She was called a “pretty young girl” because she was only about fifteen, wearing a light blue dress, with long, shiny black hair and a delicate little face.

Ethan Brooks could say with certainty that in a few years, this girl would be a real stunner.

But right now, there was a handsome, impressive-looking boy by her side, and the two seemed quite close—making you sigh that the flower already had an owner.

“Ethan Brooks, my birthday is in a few days. You should come too.” The pretty girl’s eyes flashed with a hint of disgust, as if this invitation was hard for her to make.