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Chapter 1252: The Schoolwide Menace
Casimir recognized that this was the new transfer student in his class. Rumor had it that since this chubby kid started studying, he switched schools every semester, almost cycling through all the schools in the Imperial City. Wherever he went, he’d throw money around to gather a group of followers, then chase after the prettiest girls in class and the school, and bully the academically successful students, all to assert his dominance as a school bully.
This chubby kid had some family background, being the third generation of a government official. He transferred here this semester and in less than two months has already become a public nuisance in the entire school.
Last week, it was said he wrote a love letter to the school beauty, cornering her at the school gate, but the girl rejected him. The beauty’s exact words were, "You’re ugly, not as handsome as Casimir Shaw. Your grades are poor; Casimir is the top scorer in the entire school every year. You’re also coarse and rude; Casimir really is a gentleman worthy of his name." In short, the school beauty compared Casimir Shaw with the chubby kid, concluding that Casimir was a lofty unattainable flower, while he was just dog shit.
Thus, this animosity was formed, unbeknownst to Casimir Shaw.
Recently, several people secretly came to tell him that the chubby kid wanted to retaliate against him, but Casimir didn’t take it seriously. What a joke, he’d been thrown into Military District for hellish training three years ago by Mr. Shaw, becoming one of the outstanding flowers of the nation. Would he be afraid of this chubby kid whose fat jiggled as he walked?
Casimir looked disdainfully at his hands covered in tomato juice and lazily said, "Leo Zane, the tomato juice is dripping on the ground and dirtying the campus. I’m going to report you and have you clean the school for a week."
That’s right, this chubby kid is Leo Zane! The pillar of the nation!
The chubby kid, hearing this, wished he could clear his ears. He pointed at himself a bit foolishly, then laughed heartily with his three followers, saying, "Casimir, are you out of your mind, to actually dare to report me? Do you know who my dad is, who my grandpa is? If you keep yapping, I’ll give you the same treatment as this little tomato."
While speaking, the chubby kid even lifted his double chin and wiped the tomato juice from his hands onto his followers, letting out a couple of cold laughs.
Casimir felt a chill of disgust; such poor hygiene!
"Leo Zane, you’re bullying classmates again." A few girls passing by courageously accused the chubby kid, then shyly told Casimir, "Casimir, you should head home quickly and not bother with these boring people."
"You ugly freaks, meddle again and I’ll write your names on the Pillar of Shame." The chubby kid cursed viciously, making the girls cry and run off.
One of the chubby kid’s major feats was creating a Pillar of Shame on his second day of school. Anyone who offended him ended up on the Pillar of Shame, written on a little blackboard placed at the entrance for everyone to point and laugh at. Teenagers, both boys, and girls, cared most about their reputations, and this Pillar of Shame was even more distressing than a beating.
Casimir checked the time; Mommy said she’d come to pick him up soon. This time frame would still be half an hour away at the quickest. Fifteen minutes would be enough.
Casimir shouldered his backpack, then raised his finger to beckon Leo Zane over, lazily saying, "Bullying girls doesn’t make you heroic. Have the guts to come with me."
"Bring it on, I’ll beat you so hard you’ll cry out for your mommy and daddy. Just don’t tell the teachers or your parents," the chubby kid grinned with gleaming eyes.
He had already found out that Casimir was just from an ordinary family, always going home alone. Not like him who always had a private car for school. His parents never came to school, unlike him who had both his dad and grandpa accompany him on his first day, and his mom even donated a library to the school. Competing with him? He was indeed the school bully who ruled over seven or eight schools!
"Whoever bails is a puppy." Casimir shook his head, smiling, his eyes glinting craftily like a sly little fox. This chubby kid was so amusing, digging a pit for himself so quickly.
"Boss, he’s several years younger than us. If we really beat him badly, won’t the teachers make us call our parents?" One of the chubby kid’s followers worriedly asked in a small voice, "Casimir is the top student in the school, skipping several grades. I heard a lot of schools are after him."
"You coward! When have you seen me afraid? Afraid of what? Go, I’ll pay a hundred bucks for each hit," the chubby kid smacked the follower’s head.
The chubby kid marched pompously with his three followers, following behind Casimir through the school’s back gate into a narrow alley.
Soon after, a cacophony of wails and howls erupted. Casimir, with his backpack slung on, emerged handsomely from the alley, waiting at the school gate for Mr. Shaw and Mommy to pick him up.
This was the first time both Daddy and Mommy were coming together to fetch him. Casimir felt overjoyed, even having happily beaten up four classmates, though such small matters didn’t bother him in the least.
When Richard Shaw’s car arrived at the school’s back gate, he saw the handsome and attractive young boy standing at the gate stretching his neck eagerly. Upon spotting the black Hummer, he quickly trotted over and hopped into the back seat, snuggling up to Leah for some cuddling.
Richard Shaw: "..."
"Casimir, anyone would think you’re only three years old." The man spoke slightly irked; raising a son was troublesome; daughters were better, they wouldn’t fight him for his wife.
"Mr. Shaw, you hogged Mommy all to yourself last night. Don’t think I don’t know." Casimir lifted his chin, snorted lightly, hugging Leah even tighter.
Richard Shaw found himself at a loss for words.
Leah chuckled, helping him take off his backpack, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a smile, "Slow down, you’re all sweaty."
Casimir smiled. This sweat was from the fight, not from running, but such a bloody matter was not suitable to tell the beautiful and gentle Mommy.
"Mommy, what are we going to eat?"
Leah glanced at Richard Shaw, as she had decision-making phobia and never took charge of such decisions.
"French cuisine. Didn’t you always say there’s a rich second-gen in your class who eats French every day, showing off?" the man spoke in a deep, sexy voice, his elegant fingers pressed on the steering wheel, setting the GPS to the French restaurant he dined at with Drake Howard last time.
"Mr. Shaw, turns out you always remembered my complaints," Casimir’s eyes twinkled as he aptly flattered, saying, "I must be a biological son."
Hoping that Mr. Shaw would also remember he’s his biological son whenever he got into a fight.
But would that chubby kid tattle at home? If it were him, he’d feel so ashamed for being beaten, he wouldn’t mention it at all.
However, Casimir’s hope was dashed that very evening. Leo Zane, beaten black and blue, cried all the way home, tattling to his dad, his grandpa, his mom, and even the teachers at school!