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.

out! Let’s see if he dares talk big afterwards!” The students of Class. Eighteen, outraged at Tristan’s

ruffled shirt, then looked up and smirked. His smile was

The appetizer was over.

for the main

scissors to decide who goes first, or

the ball to Tristan. “No need.

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

he didn’t know that

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break through

see how Percival made his move. Before he could react, the ball was in Percival’s hands. and then

face. “Percival, are you playing the player or the ball?”

replied indifferently, not bothering to hide

aura leaving no room for refusal. “It’s

Tristan was furious.

blazing with intense anger. Today, he was

before, he couldn’t even see Percival’s shadow before

reason, even though Percival seemed to simply toss the ball, the

like his nose was about

apart. Percival

the pain all over his body.

and he fell to his knees.

was in so much pain that he almost fainted. He had nothing to

the ball at him, his tone commanding. “Get up

Tristan was furious.

Percival with eyes filled with fire.

on his leg, adding a

Crack!

was the sound of his bone

held his leg,

was startled and rushed over.

Percival kicked Tristan

surrender! I surrender!” Tristan was in so much pain that he was about to pass out. He

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