“Fine.”


    Wanda naturally knew Ruby’s identity. Regarding connections within the school, Ruby definitely


    couldn’tpare to her. But outside of school, she had strong connections.


    Queenie had warned her on the first day not to provoke Ruby.


    Wanda lowered her head and moved to another spot. Ruby exchanged a nce with her friend, who


    immediately ran to upy that spot.


    Wanda frowned slightly and moved to yet another spot. However, another male ssmate quickly ran


    over and did the same thing.


    Wanda red at Ruby. “Ruby, aren’t you being too much?”


    Ruby smiled faintly. “They’re the ones taking your spot, not me.”


    Wanda gritted her teeth and decided to stand still, knowing Lawrence would assign her a spot when he


    arrived.


    “Wanda,e over here!” Phoebe waved to Wanda on tiptoes.


    Wanda pursed her lips and walked over.


    Suddenly, a basketball flew over the backboard toward Wanda.


    Phoebe’s eyes widened in surprise, and she screamed, “Wanda, watch out!”


    Wanda instinctively looked to her right; the basketball was right before her face.


    With a muffled sound, arge hand that was ced in front of Wanda’s eyes effortlessly caught the


    basketball. The hand’s knuckles were clearly visible and were less than two inches away from her


    nose.


    Wanda let out a gentle sigh of relief and looked at the boy before her.


    Carlisle lowered his gaze slightly, observing Wanda’s delicate and pale face, devoid of its usual color


    due to the fright. A hint of anger shed in the depths of his eyes.


    Tears started to well up as Wanda fought the urge to throw herself into Carlisle’s arms. She said with a


    trembling voice, Thank you, Carlisle!”


    After uttering these words, Wanda lowered her head, and tears streamed down her face. It was


    frustrating to act like strangers with the person she liked.


    “Hou


    freshman, throw the ball over here!” shouted a burly student on the basketball court


    Carlisle’s brows furrowed slightly.


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    He caught sight of Lawrence approaching from the school gate, and he smirked subtly. Then, he turned


    and threw the basketball in the basketball court’s opposite direction.


    The burly student froze instantly. “What the heck…”


    Before he could react, the other students beside him had already rushed toward Carlisle.


    Carlisle prepared himself for a confrontation.


    At that moment, Daniel suddenly shouted, “Mr. Hanson’s here!”


    However, the students rushing over seemed oblivious, surrounding Carlisle instantly. One particrly


    fierce–looking student even raised his hand, ready to strike.


    “Go ahead, hit him.” Lawrence’s voice came from nearby. He held a packet of milk in one hand and a


    half-


    eaten sandwich in the other.


    Despite Lawrence’s warning, Jaxon Hunter paid no heed and triednding his fist on Carlisle’s face.


    Carlisle swiftly blocked it, but the tremendous force left his arm numb.


    Lawrence’s gaze turned icy. He dropped his food and strode forward, delivering a flying kick at Jaxon.


    Jaxon, quick on his feet, countered with a leg sweep aimed at Lawrence’s knee.


    After Lawrence’s kick was deflected, he crouched down and grabbed Jaxon’s arm with lightning speed.


    Then, with a swift shoulder throw, he mmed Jaxon forcefully to the ground.


    “Wow, Mr. Hanson is so cool!” Daniel eximed in excitement. Lawrence was like a character straight


    out


    of a martial artsic.