Ethan Grant thought Ethan Brooks was really asking for a beating, curled his lips, picked up a red pen, and started writing next to the last big question.

Ethan Brooks glanced over out of the corner of his eye and noticed that for the last two sub-questions of the final big problem, he had scored almost nothing. He couldn’t help but show off a little: “Why are you throwing a tantrum? If you hadn’t thrown a fit that night, I would’ve explained this problem to you. Would your science score be this bad?”

Ethan Grant replied calmly, “Yeah, right. Otherwise, you’d be officially ranked below me.”

“……”

Annoying.

With a “snap,” Ethan Brooks pulled out a competition problem book and stopped talking.

Charles Stone stood at the podium and could clearly see what was happening at the back of the classroom. Although he couldn’t hear what was being said, it was rare to see the class’s young master at a loss, and he actually felt a bit pleased: “Everyone, take out your test papers. We’ll start with the last comprehensive question.”

“This question is from an independent enrollment competition. It’s much harder than anything on the college entrance exam, but only Ethan Brooks in the whole grade got it right. Still, I’m not very satisfied…”

Ethan Brooks glanced sideways again for some reason.

The answer and steps written in red pen by a certain someone were already completely correct, while Charles Stone was still rambling on and hadn’t started explaining the problem.

This guy.

Forget it.

-

Classes where they go over test papers usually pass quickly.

As soon as the bell rang for the last period, the majority of students rushed in a swarm to the school garden wall to pick up their takeout.

Only Ethan Grant and Ethan Brooks were left in the classroom, waiting for the housekeeper to bring their lunch.

Actually, Ethan Grant didn’t care much about food; it was mainly because someone was picky.

If it wasn’t to his taste, he wouldn’t eat. If he didn’t eat, his stomach would hurt, and even then he’d keep quiet about it.

It was an old problem of many years, never changing, no wonder he was so thin.

Ethan Grant glanced at the person next to him playing games, checked his phone, and said, “I’ll go to the door to get the food.”

Just as he stood up, the front door frame of the classroom was knocked on, accompanied by the sound of a basketball bouncing twice.

“Xiao Yi, the rain’s stopped. The international class is organizing a game. Want to join?”

The Alpha standing at the classroom door was tall, with a buzz cut, sharp features, and a relaxed smile at the corner of his mouth.

After speaking, he noticed Ethan Grant and smiled again: “Master Grant is here too, long time no see. Want to join us?”

William Turner knew Ethan Grant, but they weren’t close—no favors, no grudges.

He only asked out of courtesy. After all, he couldn’t imagine someone as aloof as Ethan Grant sweating it out on the basketball court.

Sure enough, Ethan Grant only replied with two words: “No thanks.”

His tone was so indifferent it was as if he didn’t exist.

Meanwhile, Ethan Brooks, who had just gotten MVP in his game, heard the words “international class,” and a hint of mocking smile appeared in his dark eyes. He lazily stood up and stretched.

“Let’s go.”

-

Classroom 1 of Grade 12 was on the first floor of the north building, right next to a small basketball court.

The rainy season that had lasted all summer was finally coming to an end. The sky had cleared for an afternoon, and there were still some puddles on the outdoor court. But the boys, cooped up for so long, had hormones to burn, and even their bones felt itchy.

If they didn’t play a few games, they wouldn’t feel right.

The international class brought seven or eight people, and Ethan Brooks’s side had exactly five, so the teams were naturally set.

Ethan Brooks gripped the ball with his fingertips and casually bounced it twice on the ground: “Half-court or four quarters?”

“With this many people, definitely four quarters.”

“Alright.” Ethan Brooks flicked his wrist and tossed the ball toward Edward Parker, “You guys start with the ball.”

Getting the first possession for free was a good deal, but Edward Parker just had to run his mouth: “Why do we get the first possession?”

Ethan Brooks lifted his eyelids and glanced at him: “I’m a model student, showing consideration for the injured.”

Having been beaten up twice in the five days since school started, Edward Parker had no fight left in him. He pulled a long face and signaled to the other Alphas on his team.

The international class was a bit special—they only prepared for studying abroad, didn’t take the college entrance exam, and weren’t counted in the school’s advancement rate. Their management system was different, too. Some genuinely aimed for top global universities, but most were just rich kids with average grades.

Among the slackers, a large portion had gotten in thanks to extra points for sports in the high school entrance exam. So, while their grades weren’t great, their physiques were definitely top-tier among Alphas.

Lined up on the court, they looked more imposing than the science class team.

But the Omegas watching from the sidelines only had eyes for Ethan Brooks.

After all, that face—no one could deny it.

Edward Parker had set up this game just to have a legitimate reason to mess with Ethan Brooks, so right from the start, all five opponents targeted him.

Not only that, but their moves weren’t exactly clean.

William Turner had just stolen the ball and passed it to Ethan Brooks, when Ethan Brooks was immediately surrounded by four big guys.

Ethan Brooks curled his lips: “What, your forwards play defense too?”

The forward assigned to block him didn’t look too happy.

But while Ethan Brooks looked lazy on the surface, his hands and feet never let up. He feinted right, and as the defenders moved to block, he switched left, forcing them to scramble back.

Even though they were a bit clumsy, with four guys nearly 1.9 meters tall forming a human wall, Ethan Brooks couldn’t break through. So he simply raised his wrist, planning to take a blind shot right there.