By the time he realized what was happening, the door had already been pulled open. In the restroom, "Rusty" was being pinned next to the sink, foam spilling from his mouth, with a bottle of hand soap knocked over nearby.

Laura Bennett froze, and so did Longhair and Buzz. Both sides just stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, while "Rusty" remained in the same position, pinned against the edge of the sink.

From inside one of the stalls came the sound of a flush, and a familiar figure pushed open the door and walked out.

Brian Clark looked calm, his fingers holding the two dangling straps of his waistband. He absentmindedly tightened them into a knot and straightened the hem of his shirt.

Longhair and Buzz clearly hadn’t expected someone to barge in from outside, let alone that someone was hiding inside as well. They transitioned seamlessly from one state of shock to the next, watching as Brian Clark walked right past them.

Brian Clark walked over to the sink, picked up the hand soap, pumped it twice, and turned on the nearest faucet.

Water gushed out with a splash.

The head-pinned "Rusty" suddenly let out a few hoarse, angry roars.

“Let go! Let go!!”

“Fuck your bloody mother! Let me go, damn it!”

Tiny bubbles of hand soap trickled from the corner of his mouth and dripped down into his collar.

The sound of running water stopped abruptly.

Brian Clark turned off the faucet, tightened it, and said, “He told you to let go. Did you hear him?”

Longhair opened his mouth and replied, “Get lost.”

Brian Clark shot him a glance, tore off two paper towels to wipe his hands, and crisply and decisively said two words.

“Loser.”

The frozen Laura Bennett outside the door seemed to come back to life at those two words.

It was another word he’d never heard before, but thanks to Brian Clark’s live-action demonstration, his DNA awakened and he instantly grasped the meaning. He couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.

“Heh.”

Longhair and Buzz immediately looked over at him.

Laura Bennett hurried to explain, “I’m not laughing at you guys, I just think his description is really vivid.”

The two of them: “……”

Laura Bennett suspected there was something wrong with his wording.

Because not only did this explanation earn him an amazed look from Brian Clark, it also instantly redirected Longhair’s hostility onto himself. Longhair let go of "Rusty" and charged at him aggressively. As he passed by Brian Clark, Brian Clark reached out and blocked him with an arm across his chest, slamming him back like a basketball intercepted mid-air.

A palm smacked against a chest, the crisp sound echoing through the restroom.

Brian Clark looked down at his own hand, as if he couldn’t quite believe he’d actually struck someone.

“Why did you hit someone?” he asked Longhair.

Longhair: “What the fuck?”

Buzz, who had been silent since lunchtime in the cafeteria, suddenly burst out with a curse, “You’re from Class Four, right? If you’re looking for trouble, come at us!”

Brian Clark didn’t react much. He walked over, pulled a hard, square object from his pocket, and slapped it into Laura Bennett’s hand.

“Hold this for me. Go take your test,” he whispered in his ear. “Don’t overthink it, today was just an accident. The school spirit at Yingzhong is actually very proper.”

Laura Bennett: “?”

“And don’t you dare tell my mom,” Brian Clark added.

Laura Bennett: “?”

Before he could react, he saw Brian Clark turn around, lift his leg, and—familiar move—slam the door shut with a bang right in front of him.

The sounds inside were instantly cut off.

In the empty, silent hallway, Laura Bennett looked down at his palm—

A GoPro camera, with a label stuck on it: “Fragile, do not touch, or pay 5299.”

Chapter 5: Crashing the Scene

Laura Bennett was still confused even after returning to his seat and getting the integrated science test paper.

Was “proper school spirit” still supposed to mean what he thought it meant?

And just how many cameras had Brian Clark broken?

The classroom was very quiet, with only the soft rustle of pens on paper. Last night, Laura Bennett had only crammed the Chinese names for math and physics terms; by the time he got to chemistry, he was basically done for.

A perfectly ordinary test paper, but all over it were—hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, fluorine, neon, sodium, magnesium, aluminum, silicon, phosphorus, sulfur, chlorine, argon, potassium, calcium.

In Laura Bennett’s eyes: *$#&*@?

He quickly flipped to the last page, so exasperated he let out a laugh.

“Damn.” Samuel Grant muttered in front, “The new kid’s been driven crazy by the test.”

Laura Bennett simply decided to just do the physics section first.

After finishing the multiple choice and fill-in-the-blank questions, he couldn’t help but wonder—almost an hour had passed, and Brian Clark still hadn’t come back.

He’s not dead, is he?

Just as he thought this, the front door of the classroom made a sound, and someone slipped in from outside, returning to his seat under the invigilator’s furious glare.

Laura Bennett glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, intentionally or not.

There were no obvious injuries on his face, but his hair was even messier than it had been in the morning.

He was rushing through the test, not even using scratch paper, just ticking off answers as his eyes landed on them, quickly moving on to the next, as if he didn’t have much time left.

With one minute left before the papers were to be collected, Jack Harris appeared at the door.

Behind him stood three guys—Longhair and Buzz, both with bruised faces, and the now rosy-cheeked "Rusty". There was a hint of embarrassment on "Rusty"’s honest face.

The moment the bell rang, Jack Harris said coldly, “Brian Clark, out!”

“Coming.”

Brian Clark quickly scribbled the last few answers on his paper, stood up, slapped the test onto the desk in front of Finn, and strode out the front door.

“Shit.” Samuel Grant stared, “So much for not starting fights!”

Faye Young sighed, “He’s really crazy. David Reed, want to go check it out?”