“Young William... you... why are you kneeling to this loser! Get up... get up now!!!”

Charles Bell hurried forward, trying to help William Grant up.

But William Grant and the others all had blank faces and dull eyes, like puppets, completely unresponsive to Charles Bell's voice.

Weird!

Utterly bizarre to the extreme.

At that moment, Charles Bell even wondered if he was hallucinating—otherwise, how could something so strange be happening?

However, when Evan Clark saw this scene, a mysterious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

“William Grant, weren’t you all looking for Evan Clark?”

As he spoke, Evan Clark stretched out his finger, pointing straight at Charles Bell:

“He is the Evan Clark you’re looking for!”

What!

At that moment, Charles Bell was stunned, Faye Reed was dumbfounded, and none of the students in the class could react.

But upon hearing Evan Clark's words, William Grant and the others’ bodies trembled violently, and a glimmer of color returned to their previously blank eyes:

“Evan Clark... right... we’re looking for Evan Clark! We’re going to cripple Evan Clark... Evan Clark...”

William Grant and the others, like fools, stood up stiffly, their eyes all fixed on Charles Bell.

Oh no!

This scene made Charles Bell's heart skip a beat. Without time to think, he hurriedly tried to explain to William Grant and the others:

“Young William, don’t listen to that loser, he’s lying to you! I’m not Evan Clark, he is!”

Smack!!!

But before Charles Bell could finish, a slap landed hard on his face, making him stagger.

The one who struck was William Grant!

His eyes were blank, his movements stiff, but he kept muttering:

“Evan Clark... I’m going to cripple Evan Clark...”

As he spoke, William Grant and the others, like puppets, lunged at Charles Bell in unison.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

A series of slaps rang out!

Crisp and loud!

Meanwhile, Evan Clark sat in his chair, legs crossed, smiling as he said:

“Emma! Evan Clark, your left cheek is so handsome!”

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Charles Bell's left cheek took three slaps!

“Huh? Evan Clark, now your right cheek is handsome too! So handsome it’s almost a crime!”

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Charles Bell's right cheek got slapped several more times!

“Oh my! Evan Clark, your features are just perfect, you’re truly a super handsome guy, elegant and peerless! I’m in love with you!”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Charles Bell's face took several punches in a row!

At that moment, every student in the class was dumbfounded.

They saw Evan Clark sitting there with his legs crossed, relaxed and at ease. Every time he spoke, a part of Charles Bell would be beaten bloody.

What left everyone speechless was that every word Evan Clark said was praising his own looks.

As long as Evan Clark said a part of him was handsome, that part of Charles Bell would get beaten!

This... was just too damn intense!

Chapter 10: I Am a Demon! The Demon’s Demon!

Ding ling ling!

When the class bell rang, only then did William Grant and the others, still stiff and blank-eyed, walk out of Class 2, Grade 12.

At that moment, the entire classroom fell silent.

Almost every student still wore an expression of shock and disbelief, all standing up and staring in unison at a corner of the classroom.

In that corner, a figure was curled up.

His clothes were tattered, his whole body bruised and swollen, and especially his face—bloody, covered in handprints, and swollen like a pig’s head.

Trickles of blood flowed from his mouth, and nearly all his teeth had been knocked out.

Utterly miserable!

He was the class monitor of Class 2, Grade 12—Charles Bell!

And beside him, Evan Clark was still sitting leisurely in his chair, flipping through his textbook page by page, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

Only now, every student’s gaze toward Evan Clark had changed!

It was as if they were looking at a demon!

In every gaze, there was disbelief, as well as deep fear and dread.

Even Evan Clark's deskmate, Frank Price, gulped and stared blankly at Evan Clark, asking:

“Maniac... you... are you human or a ghost?”

Frank Price simply couldn’t imagine how Evan Clark had done all this!

In just a few words, not only had the arrogant William Grant knelt, but the sinister and vicious Charles Bell was also ruined!

Was this really the Evan Clark he knew?

Hearing Frank Price's question, a brilliant smile appeared on Evan Clark's delicate face, his eyes nearly squinting into crescents, radiating innocence and kindness:

“Fatty, you’re wrong! I’m neither human nor ghost, I am... a demon! The demon’s demon!”

Pfft!

Fatty almost choked on his own saliva.

Evan Clark's smile was just too adorably silly, especially paired with the words ‘I am a demon’—the contrast was so strong it left Fatty completely bewildered.

After swallowing hard, Fatty stared blankly at Evan Clark and said:

“Maniac! I believe you—if you’re a demon, you’re the most ferocious demon in the world!”