Chapter 9 The Academy King

• Olivia, watching Isabella’s growing panic, raised an eyebrow. “Is this seat cursed or something?”
• Isabella was momentarily stunned by the term "cursed."
• Cursed? In a way, yes, it might be considered that way!
• Before Isabella could respond, several of Mia's cronies piped up, their voices dripping with sarcasm.
• “Isabella, stop worrying. If Olivia wants to sit there, let her,” one of them said dismissively.
• “Yeah, Olivia’s been so bold today. Let’s see how long she can keep it up,” another added. “Be careful you don’t get a bucket of trash thrown at you next.”
• At this moment, the group of students had recovered from their initial shock. Reflecting on how they had been intimidated by such a shabby and lowly figure, they now felt quite displeased. Seeing Olivia recklessly sitting in that particular seat, they immediately began to relish the misfortune about to befall her.
• Wasn't she quite arrogant today?
• They were eager to see how long she could maintain her arrogance once someone returned.
• Everyone was waiting to see Olivia’s downfall, except for Isabella, who was anxious and desperately trying to persuade Olivia to move. Her usually shy nature made it even harder for her to speak clearly about her anxiety.
• "Not... Livi... really... you need to trust me, just..."
• "Bang!"
• A loud crash interrupted Isabella’s attempt to convince Olivia. The door to the performance department classroom was violently kicked open.
• A tall, slender figure suddenly appeared at the classroom door.
• He was a man in the transitional age between youth and adulthood, with a handsome face and an air of rebelliousness. His jet-black hair was styled casually, and his black athletic gear accentuated his lean and alluring physique.
• As he slightly turned his head, the light caught the glint of the earrings in his left ear.
• The man’s stance was relaxed, yet he exuded an intense, predatory aura, like a black panther lurking in the shadows, wild and dangerous.
• While St. Rona Academy had many handsome boys, this particular one stood out with his fierce and alluring presence, captivating every girl’s attention in the room.
• “Benjamin…” Isabella’s heart skipped a beat when she saw the man at the door. Her trembling hand clutched Olivia's wrist tightly, and her voice quavered as if she might cry.
• What was happening!
• Benjamin had been absent from school for a long time; why did he have to return today?
• Benjamin’s gaze naturally fell on the corner seat. Upon seeing a slender figure occupying his reserved spot, his well-defined brows furrowed slightly.
• This small reaction did not go unnoticed, and the girls who had been waiting for a show began to chuckle.
• “Looks like we’ve got a real spectacle. Olivia daring to sit in Benjamin’s seat, she’s definitely in trouble now.”
• “I remember when someone once accidentally dirtied Benjamin’s desk; he beat them until they bled and then threw them out.”
• “Didn’t you notice that the next day, that unfortunate person was never seen at the academy again? I heard their family’s company went bankrupt because of it.”
• “If dirtying a desk led to expulsion and bankruptcy, Olivia sitting in Benjamin’s chair is bound to be much worse.”
• “Benjamin must be furious enough to want to kill her.”
• St. Rona Academy has many elites, but only a few students are at the very top of this hierarchy.
• And Benjamin is the king at the pinnacle of the pyramid!