Chapter 211: Chapter 211: Misconceptions and Broken Bones
The fallen student’s two friends leaped to their feet their faces twisting in a mixture of shock and anger as they backed up against the desks. "What the hell is wrong with you, you psycho?! Are you fucking crazy?!"
Alexander took a slow step forward, his towering frame shadowing them. His dark eyes locked onto theirs with an unyielding, terrifying intensity that made the rest of the classroom go dead silent.
"I asked you a question, you worthless pieces of shit," Alexander whispered, his knuckles cracking in the quiet room. "What did you just say?"
Fear quickly morphed into reckless bravado as the larger of the two clenched his fists, his face turning bright red.
"You think you can just walk in here and assault us, you arrogant bastard?!" the guy roared, lunging forward with a wild right hook aimed at Alexander’s jaw.
Alexander didn’t even flinch. To his hyper-optimized reflexes, the punch moved in slow motion. He casually stepped inside the arc of the swing, grabbed the guy’s extended wrist, and violently twisted it downward while driving a brutal palm strike into the student’s exposed ribs.
CRACK!
The air left the guy’s lungs in a violent gasp as he collapsed clutching his chest. The third student panicked, blindly rushing Alexander with a desperate tackle. Alexander simply pivoted, caught the guy by the back of his neck, and smashed his face down into the hard wooden surface of the nearest desk. Blood erupted from the kid’s nose as he bounced off the wood and slid helplessly to the floor, sobbing and clutching his face.
In less than five seconds, all three of them were incapacitated, whimpering on the ground while the rest of the classroom stared in terrified silence. Sophie stood frozen by the whiteboard, her eyes wide as she clutched the exam papers to her chest.
Alexander stepped over the first boy he had kicked, slamming his heavy combat boot directly onto the kid’s chest, pinning him mercilessly to the floor. Reaching down, he grabbed him by the collar and hauled his head up.
"Start talking" said Alexander, his voice dripping with venom. "Who gave me a beating? What the hell are you idiots whispering about?"
"Stop! Please!" the student choked out, tears of pain streaming down his face as he looked at Alexander’s terrifying, bruised face. "Everyone saw it! Two days ago! The King of the school—Marcus! He beat you down in the parking lot and stuffed your body into the trunk of his dark muscle car! Everyone saw him drive off with you!"
Alexander’s eyebrows knit together in utter confusion. He blinked, the fog in his brain suddenly clearing as the pieces of their ridiculous rumor fell into place.
"The trunk...?" Alexander muttered to himself.
He suddenly remembered the chaotic aftermath of the Gym pots. He had lost his rationality, blindly throwing a devastating punch right next to the head of Lilly, the timid librarian, shattering the concrete wall in pure rage. Marcus had been forced to choke him out using a tactical sleeper hold to prevent him from causing a massacre, subsequently tossing his unconscious body into the back seat of the Hellcat to extract him outside of the school.
From the outside perspective of the ordinary students watching from the campus windows, it looked like Marcus had utterly destroyed him, confiscated his body, and vanished. And because Alexander had crawled back into the classroom two days later covered in severe cuts and deep bruises from the actual ambush by the Kingsley guards, the entire student body assumed he had been tortured to the brink of death by the "King."
"They... everyone said you were dead..." the boy whimpered, his voice trembling violently under Alexander’s boot. "They said Marcus killed you because you crossed the line with Lilly in the study hall... Please don’t hit me again!"
"It’s all a fucking misunderstanding," Alexander muttered, releasing the kid’s collar and stepping back.
He didn’t offer another word of explanation. He simply turned around, walked back to his desk, and sat down as if nothing had happened.
The entire classroom remained frozen in suffocating silence. Nobody dared to breathe loudly, let alone whisper about him anymore. The students came to a very realistic, terrifying conclusion: it was one thing for Marcus, the King of the school, to dominate Alexander like a helpless child, but it was an different story for ordinary people. Even if Alexander was a "dog" compared to the King, he was still a rabid monster compared to them, and none of them wanted to end up with a broken rib or a shattered nose. It was infinitely better to mind their own goddamn business and avoid any further trouble.
A few minutes later, the professor walked in, and the lecture officially began.
Alexander leaned his chin on his palm, staring blankly at the whiteboard. The instructor’s voice became nothing but background noise as numbers, formulas, and diagrams filled the board, but he remained indifferent to the material. His mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t help but feel a lingering pang of guilt regarding Lilly and the way he had lost his mind in front of her.
At the same time, his eyes occasionally drifted toward Sophie, the class delegate. As she moved around the front rows distributing the midterm sheets, Alexander noticed her glancing back at him more than once. Her expression was tightly controlled, but the cold glare in her eyes made it perfectly clear she was still incredibly furious with him. To her, Alexander was nothing but an ungrateful, womanizing cretin who brought chaos wherever he went.
Alexander suddenly stood up from his desk ignoring the professor who was right in the middle of writing a complex formula on the board. He didn’t offer a single word of explanation as he slouched past the front rows and walked straight out into the empty hallway, heading in the general direction of the restrooms. Sophie’s eyes locked onto his retreating back, she quickly handed out the last three exam papers to the nearest desks, cleared her throat, and looked at the instructor.
"Professor, I need to excuse myself to use the restroom as well" said Sophie, dropping her clipboard onto the desk and stepping out of the room before the teacher could even nod.
