After Evan left the room, Wendy Lewis quietly closed the door behind him.

  The burly woman didn’t care.

  She called the other two women over and headed to the dining room to eat their mushy Rovan hand?grab porridge.

  Evan returned to the outside of the lab.

  The moment he stepped out, FangBro asked,

  “How’d it go?”

  “Smooth enough,” Evan said.

  “Now we wait half an hour. I’ll go back in to collect the dishes.”

  He glanced into the distance—

  The skinny student was still there, waiting anxiously.

  FangBro chuckled.

  “When I first entered Rovan Academy, I was just like him. Work?study kid, terrified of messing up, afraid of offending anyone. For kids like us from the slums… getting into the top academy of Rovan is like a beggar walking into a palace. One wrong move and you think they’ll throw you out.”

  Evan was surprised.

  He hadn’t expected FangBro to be from the slums.

  In a country with such extreme wealth disparity, a slum kid entering Rovan Academy meant he had worked ten times—maybe a hundred times—harder than the rich kids.

  “It’s all in the past,” FangBro said, shaking his head.

  No need to reopen old wounds.

  Evan didn’t press.

  They waited quietly for half an hour before Evan knocked on the lab door again.

  The burly woman opened it.

  Without a word, Evan went straight to the dining room and collected the dishes.

  Then he knocked on Wendy’s door.

  She stepped aside, letting him in.

  Two sets of dishes sat on the table.

  Yvonne Hart’s plate was spotless.

  Wendy’s still had half a box of rice left.

  Evan calmly gathered the dishes and placed them on the cart.

  He left the room without exchanging a single word with either woman.

  Once he was far enough from the lab, he pulled out Wendy’s meal box.

  He pushed aside the rice—

  And there it was.

  A small piece of paper, folded tightly into the size of a tofu cube.

  He didn’t open it.

  He slipped it into his pocket.

  “Let’s go,” he said to FangBro, pushing the cart toward the skinny student.

  But before they took two steps, three students in uniform walked toward them.

  FangBro’s expression shifted.

  The skinny student gave FangBro an apologetic look and hurried to the three, whispering something.

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  So that was it.

  Even after taking FangBro’s money, the kid still felt uneasy and reported it to the student council.

  Work?study programs at Rovan Academy were managed by the student council.

  The council member asked the skinny student to send a photo of FangBro—

  And the kid complied.

  He never expected that one photo would bring three council members running.

  The skinny student lowered his head and held out the hundred?yuan bill with both hands.

  “S?sorry… I just…”

  FangBro smiled and pushed his hand back.

  “It’s fine. Keep it.”

  The student didn’t dare linger.

  He loaded the cart back onto his tricycle and pedaled away.

  The three student council members approached.

  The one in front had unusually fair skin—rare among Rovan natives.

  He sneered.

  “Well, well. Look who it is. Senior Yalga. Or should I say—FangBro, the famous livestreamer. Really bringing glory to our academy.”

  FangBro didn’t flinch.

  “You’re Moni’s little brother, right? Monsan? I’ve seen you before. Didn’t expect you to still be as annoying as ever.”

  Monsan’s face darkened.

  “Yalga, it’s been seven years. Still not giving up? Trying to beg another professor to help you graduate? Let me make it clear—no matter who you ask, you’re not getting that diploma.”

  FangBro’s eyes flashed with a faint, hard?to?notice hatred.

  “Seven years, and your family still won’t let me go?”

  Monsan snorted.

  “If you’d bowed your head seven years ago, none of this would’ve happened. But you didn’t know your place. You’re a slum?born low?class rat. Lower than a dog. At least dogs know how to wag their tails. You tried to bite.”

  FangBro took a deep breath.

  He said nothing.

  He turned and walked away.

  Evan, watching from the side, didn’t know the full story—

  But even he felt Monsan’s words were disgusting.

  Still, FangBro chose to endure.

  He must have his reasons.

  Monsan wasn’t done.

  “Yalga, you think you can just walk away? You bribed and intimidated a fellow student. That’s a serious violation. If I report you, you’ll be expelled.”

  “Do whatever you want,” FangBro said.

  His steps paused—

  Then he lifted his head again.

  Something heavy seemed to fall off his shoulders.

  His stride became lighter.

  “What a bullshit school. What a bullshit diploma. I don’t care anymore.”

  He grabbed Evan—

  And earth?phased them away.

  Monsan stood frozen, stunned.

  He hadn’t expected that response.

  Outside Rovan Academy, FangBro’s expression was a storm of emotions—

  Relief, resentment, anger, hatred.

  “Bullshit school.

  A diploma they dangled over my head for seven years.

  I don’t want it anymore.

  “I swear I’ll kill Moni and Monsan someday.

  Hell, I’d wipe out their whole family if I could.”

  His voice trembled with rage.

  This wasn’t empty venting—

  Evan could tell he meant every word.

  FangBro was usually cheerful, joking, carefree.

  Evan had never seen him like this—

  So full of killing intent.

  Evan asked quietly,

  “Moni… she was the examiner for your graduation combat test?”

  “Yeah. Their family is something else. Their ancestor was a Saint?tier. Moni’s father is a famous genius—said to be the most likely to break into Saint?tier in all of Rovan.

  “When I took my graduation combat exam, Moni was already the youngest lecturer in the academy. A Chrysalis?tier evolver. Beautiful, privileged, adored. A proud white swan. The princess of the academy.

  “And me?

  Just a slum kid with nothing but escape?type skills.

  No offensive abilities.

  A Chrysalis?tier at the peak, terrified of failing.

  And unlucky enough to run into her…”

  Evan had heard FangBro mention this story before—

  But now, knowing FangBro’s background,

  It felt completely different.

  What used to sound like a joke…

  Now carried the weight of humiliation, struggle, and pain.

  Some grudges fade with time.

  Others ferment.

  Seven years ago, a slum?born student crossed a princess of the academy—

  and the academy never let him forget it.

  Now those old wounds have cracked open again,

  and FangBro is no longer the boy who bowed his head.

  what do you think Moni did to him…

  and what will FangBro do when they meet again?