Chapter 165

Class Eighteen burst into cheers, but the students from Class One didn’t hang their heads in defeat. They just felt utterly embarrassed, especially the four boys who had participated in the game.

Tristan was completely livid, but what really stung was seeing Arabella run towards Percival, who was lounging on a bench with a bottle of water in her hand. “Percival, you must be tired after playing so long. Have a drink. My sister really neglected you.”

Vivienne looked at Arabella, her eyes filled with amusement.

Percival didn’t even bat an eye. With a casual flick of his foot, he kicked a basketball lying at his feet towards Arabella.

Arabella was suddenly tripped by the basketball and fell heavily to the ground, spilling the water all over herself.

“Arabella!” Tristan rushed over to help her up.

“Why do you always treat me like this?” Arabella asked Percival, clearly discontented.

“Just get rid of that ball. It’s filthy.” Percival said indifferently to Logan.

Logan immediately instructed his classmates to toss the ball into the trash, even going so far as to wrap it in

a plastic bag in front of Arabella, clearly indicating that they too found it disgusting.

“Percival, you’re going too far!” Tristan was about to defend Arabella.

“Why don’t you start by apologizing to Coral and Oberon?!” Charlotte said, pointing at Tristan.

“Right! Apologize!” Class Eighteen was united in their anger. Their last gym class had been spoiled by two injuries, both caused by Tristan.

“I won’t accept this!” Tristan refused to back down. “My team was weak. But I didn’t lose!”

The four boys from Class One turned green. Tristan didn’t care; he was too busy pointing at Percival and challenging him. “Let’s have a one–on–one. Whoever scores more wins!”

Percival seemed to regard him as a clown.

“You’re scared?” Tristan’s eyes were bloodshot with madness. He had been humiliated too many times by Percival and Vivienne, and he was on the brink of losing it.

Let’s see if he dares talk big afterwards!”

ruffled shirt, then looked up and smirked. His smile was cold and shallow. “Let’s

The appetizer was over.

time for

who goes first, or toss–up?”

ball to Tristan. “No need.

ball, feeling a bit embarrassed. According to the rules he had learned from his years

didn’t know that his

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break

he could react, the ball was in

and covered his face. “Percival, are you playing the player or

indifferently, not bothering to

to him, his aura leaving no room for refusal. “It’s

Tristan was furious.

anger. Today, he was determined to make

Percival’s shadow before the ball was

reason, even though Percival seemed to simply toss the

like his nose

falling apart. Percival didn’t even bother to

his teeth, enduring the pain all over his body. “I’ll sue you for intentional injury! I need

leg, and he fell to his knees. “Do

that he almost fainted. He had

him, his tone commanding.

Tristan was furious.

glared at Percival with eyes filled with fire. “I won’t let

on his leg, adding a

Crack!

was the sound of his bone

his leg,

Arabella was startled and rushed

over, Percival kicked Tristan

he was about to pass out. He didn’t want

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