Mark Foster thought more and more about how miserable and humble he had been in his previous life under Eric Bennett's tyranny, and then remembered that in this life, Eric Bennett was just an eighteen-year-old kid. He finally made up his mind to transfer to Eric Bennett's school.

Whether or not he took care of him didn't matter; what he really wanted was to regain his dignity through Eric Bennett.

This was a battle for dignity! He could only win, not lose!

*

The weather had been unpredictable these past few days. Yesterday, the sun was blazing and it was hot enough for people to wear short sleeves and shorts, but today a cold wind was blowing, forcing everyone to put on jackets.

Eric Bennett always wore his school uniform. The uniform at Nanyang High School wasn't much different from other schools—still the most common blue and white—but they were generous with the materials. The autumn and winter uniforms were thick and had helped Eric Bennett get through the winter.

Of course, he could still wear it now.

During the break, a boy rushed into the classroom and shouted, "Someone just transferred here!"

Everyone was stunned. A girl sitting by the door said, "No way, we're already in our third year of high school, and someone is still transferring?"

The boy said, "I saw it with my own eyes! It's a guy, and he's in Mr. Martin's office right now. I think he's going to be in our class!"

Some curious students eagerly walked out. "Come on, let's go take a look!"

When they heard the transfer student was a boy, some of the girls also followed with interest.

But not long after, these people crowded into the hallway again, and their chattering voices drifted over. "That boy is so tall, must be at least 180 cm, right?"

"More than 180. Isn't that Charles Green from Class 3 downstairs? He's 180, but he's still a head shorter standing next to him."

"Why did he leave? Wasn't there supposed to be a transfer student? Isn't he coming to class today?"

"He got in a car. Damn! Is that his car? A Rolls-Royce, and the license plate is so flashy—five sixes. That's awesome, really cool."

"Oh my god, are you serious? A rich second generation, huh? I've never seen one before."

……

Eric Bennett heard all this but didn't pay much attention; he was doing his eye exercises.

He was handsome, with a cool and clear temperament. In fact, many girls liked him, but he was aloof by nature. His dark eyes were calm and seemed to have a penetrating gaze, so most girls didn't dare look him in the eye and only dared to sneak glances at him at times like this.

Emily Bolton quietly took out her phone and snapped a side profile photo of Eric Bennett. In the picture, his clean jawline and high nose bridge were highlighted, and his slender, fair fingers looked especially striking in the light.

He really looked like a flawless work of art.

After admiring it herself, Emily Bolton still felt it wasn't enough and posted it on the school forum.

lz0L: I say he's the most handsome guy in our school, does anyone disagree?

Because class had just ended, quite a few students were on their phones, so Emily Bolton quickly received replies.

KittyCat1L: Can you post a photo showing his face? Can't see it at all.

.2L: So handsome, those hands are amazing!

==3L: Those hands are amazing +1, his fingers are so long, and his eyelashes are so thick, he's just too good-looking!

……

The thread quickly filled up. Emily Bolton only picked the first reply to respond to, replying to KittyCat: It's hard, he's too sharp. I can only take candid shots. If I try to take a photo from the front, he'll block his face, so I can't get a clear frontal shot.

Emily Bolton exited the forum and scrolled through her previous candid shots. Sure enough, there wasn't a single frontal photo, and the clearest one was still the side profile she had taken while hiding behind a stack of books as Eric Bennett entered the classroom.

It was still amazing. Emily Bolton almost drooled looking at it. Just then, the class bell rang, and she hurriedly uploaded the photo to the forum.

*

The No. 5 High School where Adam Bennett studied was also a well-established school in City A. The teaching staff used to be excellent, and for a while, it even surpassed the former top school, No. 1 High. But in recent years, Nanyang had poached quite a few experienced teachers, and the admission rate and student quality at No. 5 had dropped by several percentage points.

When Adam Bennett was admitted, his grades were good, but this year his performance had declined sharply. After the results of this month's exam came out, he had dropped another fifty places and was now ranked 556th in the whole school.

Adam Bennett was very anxious. If he slipped any further, Old Man Bolton might call his parents.

By then, the lies he had told his parents would be exposed.

Adam Bennett didn't think it was his own fault. He was smart and had always attended the best schools in elementary and middle school, always at the top of his class. Now that his grades had dropped so much, it was obviously the school's problem.

It was all Nanyang's fault for poaching so many teachers from No. 5, causing his grades to fall!

Thinking of Nanyang, Adam Bennett felt a twist in his heart. Eric Bennett was just so lucky—he even had a teacher pay his tuition out of pocket so he could attend Nanyang. His grades weren't even as good, so going to Nanyang was a waste. Why didn't he know his own limits? If only he could go to Nanyang instead!

The more Adam Bennett thought about it, the more upset he felt. Having just been scolded by a teacher, he called Samuel Bennett after class. As soon as the call connected, he shouted, "Dad! I want to go to Nanyang! Otherwise, I'm not going to school anymore!"

Samuel Bennett didn't expect him to suddenly say this. He wiped the cement off his hands and said, "What are you talking about! You're doing fine at your current school, why would you transfer?"