"That Evan Grayson usually acts so weak. If you ask me, there's no way he can beat Shirley Lockwood in a fight."
Listening to these murmurs, the school idol sitting in the last row of Shirley Lockwood's section rubbed his chin. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he coldly observed the drama unfolding in front of him.
If he had seen and heard correctly just now, that little one seemed to have said something quite interesting.
"There are always some people with a death wish?" he mused. "This newly transferred girl seems to be quite something."
"Young Master Clayton, look! Who do you think will win?!" At that moment, a boy suddenly ran over and clapped Nathan Clayton heavily on the shoulder.
Nathan Clayton smiled slightly and calmly uttered three words, "Hard to say."
"Evan Grayson usually acts all high and mighty. He never plays with us, as if he's the only one in our class born into a good family."
"Heh, the Grayson family is indeed quite impressive."
