Chapter 66: In His Eyes, There Is Only Strength and Weakness

Ye Luo still didn’t bother to explain that her ranking first in the exam was no surprise at all.

Chen Chen was from Class 18, which was right next to Class 19. When they reached the door to Class 18, Chen Chen and Ye Luo parted ways, and Ye Luo continued on to Class 19.

As soon as she entered, she saw only two people in the classroom—Qin Zhaowen and Qin Zhaoyu, the pair of twin brothers.

Qin Zhaoyu was indeed sitting next to Ye Wuqi, in the second-to-last row, while on Qin Zhaoyu’s other side sat his brother, Qin Zhaowen.

Between Qin Zhaoyu and Ye Wuqi, as well as between Qin Zhaoyu and his brother Qin Zhaowen, there was an aisle separating their seats.

The moment Qin Zhaoyu saw her come in, he immediately crushed the empty milk bottle he’d just finished and, with a flourish, tossed it into the trash can at the back of the room.

This time, he actually made it in.

Then, sitting there staring at her, he flexed his hands, his knuckles popping loudly with each squeeze—a clear prelude to a threat, as if he were about to beat her up.

“Xiao Yu…” Qin Zhaowen, catching sight of this, immediately flashed her an apologetic smile and tugged at Qin Zhaoyu’s sleeve, making it clear he didn’t want his little brother to cause trouble.

But Qin Zhaoyu had no intention of listening to him. He brushed his brother’s hand away and snapped, “If you nag one more time, I swear I’ll stop letting you carry my bag!”

Such a threat…

Ye Luo could only fall silent.

But it seemed this tactic worked well on Qin Zhaowen. He instantly withdrew his hand and dared not say another word, his gaze growing even more apologetic as it settled on Ye Luo.

Ye Luo paid no mind to whether Qin Zhaowen was looking at her, nor did she care if Qin Zhaoyu intended to hit her. She simply walked directly to her seat in the back row.

However, there was one thing she truly didn’t understand: Why was Qin Zhaoyu acting this way toward her? She was certain she’d never had any conflict with him.

Seeing her ignore him, Qin Zhaoyu was instantly provoked. The popping of his knuckles grew even louder.

Ye Luo ignored him completely, walking right past him to her seat and sitting down.

“You…” Qin Zhaoyu was momentarily stunned, then pointed at her desk in shock. “You’re sitting there?!”

Without waiting for her response, he stood up and kicked the desk. “How is that possible?!”

With that kick, his desk slid at least a meter forward, dragging the row ahead along with it. If not for the desks in front blocking its path, the force would surely have knocked it over.

“Damn it, you dare provoke our Brother Qi right in front of me!” Qin Zhaoyu slammed his foot onto Ye Luo’s desk, leaning forward menacingly, his face twisted with malice.

“You think I’m dead or something?! That’s Brother Qi’s seat too!”

As he finished, he reached out with his left hand to grab Ye Luo by the collar, intending to yank her up, while his other hand was poised to throw a punch.

To him, there was no distinction between male and female—only those who could fight and those who could not.

Who could have guessed that the expressionless Ye Luo would act with such speed that he didn’t even have time to react? She seized his wrist as it reached for her collar, twisted, and yanked.

There was a sharp crack, and a howl of pain burst from him.

“Ah—!”

Her other hand moved even faster, grabbing his ankle where he’d planted his foot on her desk. Rising, she flipped him over.

He landed heavily on his back, sprawled on the floor.

“Ah—!” he cried again.

The pain was excruciating. His arm felt as if it had snapped, his entire body as if it had come apart. He grimaced, his face contorting in agony.

Yet it wasn’t over. Before he could even recover, her foot pressed down, right on his collarbone and throat.

She didn’t seem to use much force, but the pain was so sharp he couldn’t even scream.