Volume 2: Chapter 11 - Bullying must be returned with Fighting (Part l)

A few minutes after Elise left first, I also turned around and walked back.

I couldn't help but sigh, the 12-year-old children in this world are too precocious, directly skipping the dating phase and starting to consider their future when confessing.

If I keep this title of Marquis Bahod's son, will these kinds of things continue to happen in the future?

Does this mean it's unrealistic for me to even have a normal girlfriend who genuinely likes me? What kind of garbage is this otherworld reincarnation?

As expected, it's better to find a way to safely leave the Anglus Family as soon as possible. I need to figure out a reliable path before graduation.

Huh? Where is this? Did I come this way when I arrived?

Coming back to my senses, I found myself next to an unfamiliar building. It's all because this school has too many winding paths.

Forget it, this isn't a forest. If I just walk in one direction, I'll eventually return to a familiar place, right? I'll just consider it getting to know the campus.

"Hey, hey..."

Ah, I hear voices ahead. Perfect, I'll ask them for directions.

I walked towards the direction of the voices, rounded a corner, and saw the backs of three boys.

I was about to call out to them, but I sensed something was off about the atmosphere.

"Get up quickly, why are you just lying on the ground?"

"Don't cover your face with your hands, let us see your face."

"This isn't a place to sleep, you pig."

These three boys gave me a very unpleasant feeling, and their gazes were all fixed on something at their feet as they spoke. It was then that I realized there was another person lying horizontally at their feet, initially obscured by the three boys.

I took a few steps closer. That posture, that hairstyle, that sobbing sound, naturally corresponded to someone I knew.

"Don't... please..."

"What do you mean, 'please'... aren't we friends? You don't have to be so polite with us."

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"That's right, friends should treat each other equally. You shouldn't always be sleeping, how about you get up quickly?"

"You two are really too much, stepping on him and still telling him to get up."

"Ah, I'm so sorry. This chunk of fat is so comfortable to step on, I didn't even realize it."

"Indeed, it's very elastic, like it grew there just to be stepped on."

"After all, he's a pig, hahahahaha!"

In school-themed works... it's not always present, but it's not surprising to find it—school bullying.

One boy was stepping on his head, another on his arm, and one occasionally kicked his calf.

They looked down from a high position at the victim, whom they used to vent their frustrations, indulging their true nature because they believed they wouldn't be punished.

The dark side of human nature is ugly in any era.

I knew that this school would definitely have such people and such things happen. I didn't want to see such a scene, but at the same time, I felt that encountering such a thing by chance might be a kind of fate.

If I encountered something like this in modern times, I couldn't do anything alone. I would probably pretend I didn't see anything and leave. But...

"What are you playing? Can I join you?"

The three boys heard my words and all turned their heads.

"Huh? Who are you...? Ah, poof!"

Before he could finish speaking, I landed a heavy punch on his face.

First, I directly knocked one out with a punch.

The other two boys were greatly shocked, but then they realized I meant trouble and immediately prepared to attack me.

"You bastard!"

"I'll kill you!"

The fancy footwork of 12-year-old noble young masters... was just that.

Left fist, a face...

Right fist, another face...

It's a pity I have to hold back my strength because a full strength punch might break their skull directly.

Perhaps they had never experienced any proper brawling or physical training; the three of them were lying on the ground groaning after just one move from me.

"You... you actually did this... do you... know who I am?"

The first boy who was knocked down was humiliated and angry, already having enough strength to utter threats. I calmly walked towards him and squatted down.

"I don't know. Could you tell me?"

"I am... the eldest son of the Count Gebelovst family... Rankdor Gebelovst..."

The family name is too long, I can't remember it.

"Is that so? Then go back and tell your family..."

I leaned close to his ear and whispered.

"You accidentally provoked someone from the Anglus Family. Ask them what you should do."

"Ang... Anglus Family? You are..."

I smiled slightly.

Although this wasn't my intention, revealing my family name is more effective against such people.

In fact, if he really reported this to his family and it reached Marquis Bahod's ears, I would be the one in more trouble.

But for such a small dispute at school, he probably doesn't have the guts to make an enemy of the Anglus Family, right?

"Of course, you can also pretend this never happened. What will you choose?"

"I... I understand..."

This boy named Rankdor understood my meaning, frantically scrambled to his feet, urged the other two, and they scurried away.

Watching them leave, I couldn't help but sigh. Doing this didn't give me the satisfaction of "justice punishing evil."

With my own future still uncertain, I shouldn't have done something so high-profile and made enemies everywhere, because the more enemies I have, the more likely complications will arise in the future.

This kind of thing is better suited for a true male protagonist.

But when I knew who the bullied person was, even if I knew I shouldn't do it, I had to, and I would never regret it, even if it led to bad consequences in the future.