Chapter 449
Chapter 449:
Then, as if the universe couldn’t let things rest, Melanie’s voice sliced through the hush, dripping contempt like venom from a fang. “He really is a reflection of his p>
“Surroundings,” she said coolly. “Stick with Class Three, and you’ll pick up their worst habits p>
She looked directly at Ethan and continued without hesitation, “Someone acts like a model student, but in the end, he just wastes his time on games p>
She hadn’t raised her voice, but somehow, her words carried. A few of her companions added fuel to the fire, like crows circling a wounded animal.
“Exactly! A person’s true nature only shows when you’re close enough to see it,” one chimed in.
“Right,” added another. “Our class is about ambition, not distractions. Who’s got time for silly games p>
To Ethan, every word felt like a stone skipping across raw nerves. One by one, they chipped away at his composure.
His face drained of color. Hastily, he closed the login screen, his fingers fumbling as he shoved the phone into his pocket.
Marisa’s eyes hardened to ice. Her gaze scanned the culprits, freezing them where they stood. Rage simmered just beneath her skin, cold and sharp.
The girls shrank back, retreating behind Melanie as if her shadow could shield them.
Melanie, however, stood her ground. She met Marisa’s gaze with equal force, her defiance unwavering.
The tension between them sparked like flint on steel — silent, dangerous, inevitable.
Without flinching, Marisa moved toward Melanie’s desk, each step measured and deliberate. Melanie squared her shoulders, standing tall as though daring the storm to strike.
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Everyone knew that after that incident, Melanie and Ethan simply didn’t mix. Yet, Marisa showed up almost every day, standing guard during every break like a bouncer. She was clearly challenging Melanie, treating her so-called queen bee status as if it were a joke.
For a long time, Melanie had thought that Marisa was an eyesore.
“You’ve got some guts,” Marisa said, tilting her head with a cold smirk before walking off.
Melanie sneered inwardly. “So, this is the damn Marisa everyone’s scared of? What a disappointment p>
Just as Melanie was about to take a seat, she heard a loud crash. Marisa had kicked the chair behind her. If Melanie hadn’t reacted quickly enough, she would have crashed to the floor in front of everyone.
“Marisa, what the heck are you doing?!” Melanie snapped, spinning around to glare at her.
Marisa shrugged, barely bothered. “Nothing. It’s just a bad habit. I enjoy kicking chairs p>
“You!” Melanie’s face turned bright red with anger. She hadn’t expected Marisa to be not just arrogant, but completely out of her mind. While everyone else might’ve been intimidated by Marisa, Melanie wasn’t. After all, her father was Hurst.
“What? Did I say something wrong?” Melanie scoffed. “If you want to waste your life playing games, go hang out with the losers. Some people just don’t belong here! This is Class One!” The final remark was clearly directed at Ethan.
Ethan’s face flushed with embarrassment. He bowed his head, wishing he could vanish into thin air.
Marisa gave Ethan a quick glance before locking eyes with Melanie, her gaze cold as ice.
“You really think gaming is that pointless?” Marisa smirked, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “I get it now. You call gaming a waste because you’re terrible at it, right p>