Beside him, Shawn Hawthorne suddenly slung an arm around his shoulder.
He clicked his tongue. "You really can't judge a book by its cover. You should be glad she just hired people to beat you up for a year instead of doing it herself. I saw it with my own eyes. She stabbed that murderer three times without even blinking. It hurt just watching."
Shawn sighed with a hint of awe.
Jasper Sherwood glanced sideways at him.
Based on the assembly formation on the field, Class Seven's line was right behind Class One's.
Shawn brazenly cut through the crowd to stand in Class One's line.
"She knows how to stab people?" Jasper sounded skeptical.
He remembered how, just half a month ago, when she'd hired people to beat him up, she had tried to kick him and ended up clumsily slipping and falling herself.
Oh, and she even got a minor fracture from it that lasted a week.
