The Supreme Heir

Finally, A Sigh Of Relief

Ding!!! The alarm clock released a series of chiming sound, which were extremely noisy.

At six o'clock in the morning, Irving, who was used to getting up at this time every day, didn't feel like obliging, but forced himself awake. He turned off the alarm, brushed his teeth and washed his face sleepily before going out.

Although he was disliked by everyone at school, he had a sacred and glorious task in the class - to open and close the classroom door. This also meant that he arrived earlier than others and left later than them every day. So, if anything went wrong in the class, he would be the first person others would hold responsible.

Just like today, Irving came to class earlier as usual and cleaned the class carefully. He would not let anyone find a reason to bully him today. As for the kind of trouble that could not be avoided, he wasn't bothered by those since there was no way to escape them. All he could do was to minimize the excuses for others to attack him.

At seven thirty, the students came to the classroom one after another to start the so-called morning reading.

"Ah, my pen. I left it in the drawer yesterday, now it's missing."

This exclamation made those students who probably didn't know what they were reading to immediately become Sherlock Holmes. After simple reasoning and reverie, it was natural to focus on Irving, who was the first to come to the classroom.

At this time, there was a brief silence in the classroom, and the students were divided into three factions. 

On the one side were those who focused on learning the so-called truth through observing others, and make up their minds to watch the unfolding scene with a sneer on their faces. 

The second group worked hard to find out the truth and planned to use good measures to get the missing things back. 

The third faction were those that had resentment towards Irving, whose face was full of bitterness and lips were almost bleeding from biting them.

A sturdy boy, about 1.83 meters tall, quickly walked to the corner of the classroom - next to the garbage dump. He reached out condescendingly and patted Irving's desk, and said arrogantly: "Irving, why don't you hand over the pen?"

"I didn't steal any pen, Lincoln. Stop accusing me." Although Irving knew that explanations were useless, the facts were the facts.

"You think this is a joke?" Lincoln sneered, moved slightly to the side, stepped forward and leaned over, stretched out his hand to grab Irving's lapel, lifted him up in the air, and said with high spirits: "You were the first to come. If we have something missing,do you think we won't hold you? It’s okay for you to have low moral character, but now it’s getting more and more excessive, causing trouble to your own class. Are you even a reasonable human being? Why did your parents give birth to you?”

"Don't talk about my parents. I said I didn't take any pen." Irving, who was lifted in the air, kicked his feet desperately. His cheeks were flushed and he seemed to have difficulty breathing.

"Pfft." Lincoln sprayed saliva on Irving's face and scolded with a smile: "How dare you steal something and you don't want us to talk about it? You really think you are someone morally exempted. With your virtue, I guess your parents are not good people either."

"Don't abuse my parents." Irving's eyes were filled with tears. He held his breath and subconsciously raised his knees to hit Lincoln's abdomen.

Irving usually has a sheep-like personality and never fought back when others are beating him or scolding him. Naturally, his small outburst at this time caught too many people off guard.

Lincoln was unprepared and suffered an attack on his abdomen. The sudden pain made his whole body tremble. His clenched hands could no longer exert any strength and relaxed.

The two fell to the ground at the same time, but Lincoln was hunched over like a prawn, lying cowering, while Irving quickly picked up a ballpoint pen from the table when he fell to the floor.

At this time, there was a sudden gasp in the classroom. They saw Irving sitting astride Lincoln, with the corners of his mouth turned up and his eyes slightly narrowed, holding a ballpoint pen in his hand, and whispered into Lincoln's ears: "I didn't steal the thing, now apologize."

Lincoln might be in too much pain, or it might be that Irving's change was so great that his body was trembling and he didn't reply.

"Do you really think I'm made of clay? Let's see if your eyes are tough or my pen is tough." Irving was furious, with a ferocious expression on his face. He raised the pen in his hand high and aimed at Lincoln's eyes to stab him.

At this time, a female voice came from beside Irving, interrupting his movements.

Irving raised his head slightly and found that it was the girl who just shouted that she had lost her pen.

"Let Lincoln go. In fact, I didn't lose my pen." The girl looked at Lincoln who was moaning out of fear, hesitated and said.

"Ha." When Irving heard this, he knew that someone was causing trouble without asking. He stood up leisurely, glanced at the whole class, sneered and raised his hand to turn over his desk, turned around and walked out of the classroom door. When passing the girl, he said in a cold and emotionless tone. "I don't fight women, no, but don’t give me a chance.”

The students in the classroom were all stunned, wondering why the usually coward boy suddenly lost his temper. Only then did they remember that they seemed not to understand this classmate named Irving. They didn’t understand his emotions, his family background, and even why they suddenly dislike him seemed a bit vague.

After leaving the classroom, Irving walked alone in the empty campus. There seemed to be a fire burning in his heart. Everyone has negative scales, and his negative scales were his parents who had been dead for a long time.

If Lincoln didn't insult his parents rudely, he would probably just struggle and not respond too fiercely.

"Some things really should come to a conclusion, and we can't continue like this."

Picking up a brick in the garden and stuffing it into the pocket of his school uniform, Irving arrived at the door of Nancy's class.

At this moment, what he did in the classroom had already attracted the attention of the teacher and other students. A group of people chased him from a distance, not because they were afraid that he would do something stupid, but because they were afraid that he would hurt others.

Looking away from the crowd behind him, with a sneer on his lips, Irving walked into Nancy's classroom, ignoring the astonishment of the students in the classroom, and quickly walked onto the podium. He raised his hand and pointed at Nancy and said. "I'm here to apologize."

The students in the classroom and the security teachers outside the classroom who were about to enter the classroom to stop his attack were a little bit dumbfounded. Is this guy making such a big fuss just to apologize?

Without looking at the laughing faces around him, Irving lowered his head, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He took out the bricks from his pocket, spread his other hand flat on the podium, looked at Nancy's position, smiled and said. "This hand must have touched you first."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a muffled sound, and the brick had already made close contact with his hand.

"Is it enough?" Irving endured the pain that stabbed his heart, raised his bloody hand, raised it in Nancy's direction, and said calmly: "If it's not enough, I can smash it again, as long as you are satisfied."

Staring at the bloody hand dripping blood on the podium, Nancy's face was filled with shock and indignant surprise, and she forgot to speak.

"That's enough." The gray-haired director of the science department couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to step forward to stop him.

Irving glanced at him coldly, and his momentum actually overwhelmed the director of the science department director, causing him to stop and dare not step forward.

"Is it enough?" Irving withdrew his gaze, stared at Nancy coldly and asked again, this time shouting.

Nancy was completely dumbfounded. Who was this person? She didn't know what to do. She could only nod her head. The bloody hands in her mind kept turning around, which made her feel nauseous. She wished that this ruthless person would leave her sight quickly.

Phew! Irving let out a deep breath and heaved a sigh of relief that he had finally solved the matter that had tortured him for so long. He seemed to have forgotten the pain, raised the corners of his mouth, smiled knowingly, cast his eyes on the crowd at the door, and said softly. "So, what next?"