Campus violence, South Grant had never experienced it either in her previous life or this one.

In her past life, because she disguised herself as a boy and had an inferiority complex, she kept her distance from the boys and was not close to the girls either.

She had no good relationships, nor any bad ones.

She was a very steady, proper student.

South Grant never expected that after being reborn, she would encounter campus violence.

South Grant counted the people in line, there were a total of eight.

Other than Marcus Shaw and the guy with the crude tattoos, the other six looked like people from the streets.

Because they all had tattoos of a green dragon and white tiger on their arms, one look and you’d know they weren’t students.

It seemed they had really put some effort into dealing with her. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

South Grant had some self-defense skills, but dealing with one or two teenagers wasn’t a problem for her.

But if so many people attack at once, two fists are no match for four hands. She might not be their opponent, it seemed she was bound to lose out today.

Nathan Foster with his jinxed mouth, yesterday when I asked him what’s good for the brain, he said nothing except taking a hit.

Now it’s like that, whether I want to or not, I have to take it.

Even if I have to take a hit, I’ll make sure to drag someone down with me.

South Grant looked around, it was clear Marcus Shaw was the leader, and the crude tattoo guy was the one waving the flag and cheering at most.

If I’m going to drag someone down, it’s going to be Marcus Shaw.

Seeing that they seemed to be preparing, as if they were going to shout some cheer before the fight, South Grant didn’t wait for them and suddenly punched Marcus Shaw in the face.

Marcus Shaw didn’t expect South Grant would dare to make the first move.

His nose got punched by South Grant, and blood started flowing out of his nostrils.

After South Grant finished hitting, she turned and ran.

Not running at this time would truly be foolish.

She could handle one or two, but with these seven or eight all being sturdy and clearly trained, it was obvious she’d suffer, and South Grant wasn’t about to foolishly wait around to be beaten.

South Grant ran the opposite direction, but she ran a bit before being blocked back by someone at the other end of the alley.

It turned out there were more people than just those eight, others were watching over the area as well.

Marcus Shaw and the others came running over, holding his nose.

"Break this kid’s arms for me!" His nose was still bleeding, unknown if his nose bone was broken, and with that thought, Marcus Shaw wished he could chop South Grant up at that moment.

Seeing that escape was impossible, South Grant threw her backpack to the side, ready to fight it out with them.

No matter what, the leader Marcus Shaw and that crude tattoo guy, they couldn’t be let off easily today.

Just as she rushed forward to brawl with them, South Grant heard someone shout from not far away:

"Chester, they’re here."

Hearing Chester Lynch’s name, South Grant froze for a moment.

In that moment, a man behind her punched her on the back, and South Grant was slammed against the wall of the alley.

By then Chester Lynch, with other students from the school, had already arrived, seeing South Grant getting beaten, his face darkened.

Whether to teachers, students, or parents, Chester Lynch was always the polite, model student.

The president of the student union, he was humble and courteous, gentle as jade, very few had seen him when he was angry.

When he saw South Grant being taken advantage of, Chester Lynch’s eyes turned cold in an instant.

"Keep them here, not a single one is allowed to leave today!"