Even though everyone in the class knew the two of them didn’t get along, Gavin Dawson rarely confronted Logan Carter so directly.

The clash between the two top dogs of the grade drew not only the attention of Class Ten, but also students from other classes who couldn’t help but look over.

Logan Carter met Gavin Dawson’s gaze head-on, neither dodging nor avoiding.

The oppressive aura of an underage Alpha was already enough to send chills down one’s spine, but Gavin Dawson wasn’t affected at all—Ian Scott almost wanted to kneel to him.

Little Duan was truly a real daredevil.

He used to think Gavin Dawson was wary of Logan Carter’s background and would act meek in front of him, but it turned out that was just because things hadn’t reached a breaking point yet.

They’d had minor run-ins before, but it was usually Gavin Dawson picking a fight, and Logan Carter basically ignored him.

Ian Scott had always felt that, in the class monitor’s eyes, Gavin Dawson was still just a kid—no matter how much a child acts up, the adult won’t bother with it. But this time was different. This time, the troublemaker was trying to stir things up right in front of the adult—

Just seeing Logan Carter standing there, Ian Scott’s internal alarm bells had already rung ten thousand times on Gavin Dawson’s behalf.

Under everyone’s gaze, Logan Carter curled his lips, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

“What a coincidence, I have a bad cold. If I take off a layer, it might get worse.”

It had just rained, and objectively, it was pretty cold on the field.

Ian Scott was thinking this sounded familiar, when he saw Logan Carter glance over at Gavin Dawson, who was only wearing a sweatshirt, his expression relaxed: “How about you take off your sweatshirt and I’ll trade you my uniform?”

Author’s note: Writing a school story for the summer, hope you all enjoy it.

Chapter 2: Provocation

Logan Carter’s sarcastic remark was cutting, but still polite.

The atmosphere was tense.

Gavin Dawson’s gaze didn’t waver. Ian Scott felt his scalp tingle from that half-smiling, half-not expression, unsure what Logan Carter was thinking now.

Gavin Dawson’s lips twitched slightly, his eyes glinting, as if he was about to say something.

Ian Scott thought, here we go, the battle of the titans is about to erupt—

“What are you all standing here for?”

The homeroom teacher’s voice suddenly cut in.

“Are you having a meeting here? The flag-raising ceremony is about to start.” The homeroom teacher of Class Ten, Megan Shaw, who taught Chinese, was the first to notice Gavin Dawson, whose outfit clashed with everyone else’s: “Gavin Dawson, where’s your uniform?”

Seeing the teacher arrive, Gavin Dawson lowered his eyes. “I forgot to bring it.”

“Disciplinary committee, write his name down.” After speaking to the two girls, Megan Shaw turned back to remind him, “Don’t forget it again next time. Tell me, how often do you actually wear your uniform properly at school?”

As Logan Carter walked away, Gavin Dawson, who had been full of fighting spirit just moments before, suddenly lost all his momentum and replied a bit dejectedly.

Megan Shaw and his mom had been college classmates. Sometimes, when his mom remembered, she’d ask Megan Shaw about Gavin Dawson’s situation at school. In front of Megan Shaw, Gavin Dawson was relatively well-behaved.

Seeing him like this, Megan Shaw lowered her voice: “What are you getting into conflicts with him for?”

Gavin Dawson looked up.

“Try to stay out of trouble,” Megan Shaw advised. “You’re already in your second year, okay?”

When he agreed, Megan Shaw bustled back to the front of Class Ten.

As the best private high school in Ning City, No. 1 High had countless students vying to get in every year.

Since its founding, this year’s teaching staff was especially strong. Especially in Class Ten—the school had allocated its best resources to this class, for one reason only: because Logan Carter was a student there.

Besides the top students of No. 1 High, Class Ten also had a few rich kids who’d gotten in through connections just to coast. For Megan Shaw to manage such a special class as homeroom teacher, her abilities were obvious to all.

At the very least, Gavin Dawson had become much more well-behaved under her watch.

After the flag-raising ceremony, neither Gavin Dawson nor Ian Scott felt like going back to class. When some boys from Class Three called out, Gavin Dawson simply gathered a few classmates and went to play basketball with them.

After nearly two periods, the boys were all tired and lounged lazily on the bench to rest.

Gavin Dawson tilted his head back to drink water, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His long legs stretched out, his whole posture relaxed.

A boy from Class Three next to him asked, “Duan-ge, what’s up with the sports class’s Shawn Douglas? I ran into him today and he was still going on about you trying to hit on his goddess, even though he liked Jiang Qinian first.”

Before Gavin Dawson could answer, Ian Scott burst out laughing: “Shawn Douglas is an idiot, right? Chasing girls has to go by who called dibs first? Should we line up and take a number?”

Everyone laughed, including Gavin Dawson.

The boy who’d asked the question first laughed, “Just giving you a heads up, Duan-ge—Shawn Douglas said he’s had it with you for a while and is looking for a chance to mess with you.”

“Would our little Duan be scared of that kind of loser?”

“Shawn Douglas is nothing, he’s just an idiot, honestly.”

“Ah,” someone said, “didn’t Gavin Dawson get into it with Logan Carter today?”

“Not really,” Gavin Dawson thought for a moment. “He told me to go get my uniform, but I didn’t really want to.”

“I was right there,” a boy from Class Ten chimed in, “the class monitor was kind of scary—when he smiled, I broke out in a cold sweat.”