OJTTEG-Chapter 8: Revenge Doesn't Wait! (Patreon)

"We'll have plenty of chances to chat," Haunter says to Ormond. "But please give me a few minutes; I want to say goodbye to this school."

"Very well, but please be quick," Ormond replies, a bit puzzled but smiling nonetheless. "If it takes too long, my car might get a parking ticket."

"I'll be fast. You can wait for me at the school gate for a few minutes; I'll be right back."

As he speaks, Haunter dashes down the stairs.

"An, do you know what he's up to?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

"I have a feeling this kid is quite interesting."

In fact, Ormond and An don't wait long. Before they reach the school gate, they suddenly hear some scattered words drifting over.

"Do you dare hit me? My uncle is a key member of the Glass gang!"

"Don't dodge, or I'll hit your dad too!"

(Sounds of punches, it seems a chubby kid got punched.)

"Ah!!!!"

"I told you not to dodge."

(The sounds of punching grow more frequent.)

"He's bleeding, he's bleeding! Ambulance, call an ambulance!"

(No more sounds of punches landing, the attacker seems out of energy.)

"Listen, if you bully anyone again, I'll beat you every time I see you! Let's see if the guards dare to arrest me."

"Who are you? How can you just hurt people in school? Why are you hitting my son? Ouch!"

"So you're the one sponsoring this school, huh?"

(More sounds of bodies being hit.)

"Where are the guards? Help! What are you doing?"

Accompanied by countless curses and the sound of guards rushing over.

Oh wow, this is quite the unique farewell.

"Indeed, an interesting kid," An responds coldly. "I suggest calling the police to arrest him."

"If we call the police, we might end up in the station for a while too, since Haunter claims I'm a key member of the Glass gang—though it's a fake."

Ormond gives a wry smile. An hasn't shown any signs of violence yet, but it seems close.

"We need to leave quickly; this kid has turned everything upside down. For the first time, I feel my status might not be enough."

"Let's go, let's go, I've finished what I needed to do."

Soon, they see Haunter briskly walking over, wiping his hands, while the guards stand still as if they've received some sort of command.

"What did you do?" Ormond has guessed most of it, but he wants to know the details.

"Just gave a chubby kid a little lesson."

Haunter tosses a napkin into the trash bin.

"The son of that wealthy businessman named Megan. He has a nut allergy, and today the cafeteria served peanut butter..."

Haunter flashes an innocent smile, looking as bright as sunshine. "So I smeared peanut butter on my hands and landed two punches on that kid's face. I just discovered that their allergies are actually hereditary."

Oh dear, that's some magical damage.

Now that poor kid and his father are going to need IV drips, but with the principal's orders, the guards won't lay a finger on Haunter.

"That's quite surprising," Ormond chuckles, utterly amused. He never imagined Haunter would be so intriguing. "You've really mastered the art of using borrowed authority."

"By the way, I heard from Mr. Bristol that you came here to read in the library?"

"Yes, there's knowledge related to the mysterious here. I really enjoy reading that kind of thing, so I snuck into the school."

"But aren't you afraid of being caught after teaching that chubby kid a lesson? You didn't know we would come looking for you," Ormond asks, puzzled. "Once you're discovered, regardless of the outcome, you wouldn't be able to continue reading here. It's not a good choice."

"True." Haunter reaches into his pocket and pulls out two sets of keys.

"So I decided to secretly make copies of the keys to the library and the back gate of the school. This way, I can work during the day and sneak in here to read at night."

What a laughable school, using electronic locks on the main entrance but sticking to basic metal locks for these areas. The kind that can be picked with pliers.

"So even if I hadn't come today, you would have managed to get through this challenge."

"You could say that."

"Genius!" The charming gentleman finally can't help but laugh. He's convinced that the young man before him has immense potential, and he leads the way out of the school gate.

He hopes this kid will have a catalytic effect on An; it's always worth trying.

"Wait here for a moment, I'll bring the car around."

……

As Ormond leaves, Haunter finally turns his attention to the person beside him.

Just moments ago, Haunter hadn’t noticed, but now he sees An standing with his back to him, seemingly indifferent or perhaps intentionally avoiding looking at him.

This guy... Haunter recalls his name is Anastasia. Because the name is quite long, Mr. Ormond calls him An.

Ah, the name has a feminine touch, and this kid's looks are quite androgynous. Fortunately, his physique, mannerisms, and speaking style all confirm he is male.

He's dressed in long pants and long sleeves, which is odd considering it's summer. Wouldn't he be hot dressed like that? Perhaps he dislikes the sun; his hair casts a shadow that conveniently hides his entire face.

"Is there something on my face, Mr. An?"

The person in front of him is someone he’ll be living with in the future, so it’s best not to start any conflicts.

"No, but I advise you to be sensible," An responds with his head down, his tone incredibly stiff. Haunter feels like he's talking to a stone.

Such a handsome face, yet such a cold demeanor.

"Leave here on your own, and I'll pretend nothing happened. I don't want any interaction with you, and please don't target my family."

Why does he have such a poor first impression of me? Haunter wonders, puzzled.

I haven't done anything to him.

Maybe he's worried I'll compete for attention now that I'm here?

Hmm, I've seen similar plots before. No need to worry too much; just make sure he feels secure enough.

"Don't be so distant. I'm not after your family's wealth," Haunter says with a playful smile, moving closer. He spreads his arms wide, jokingly suggesting, "Let's have a brotherly hug."

Come on, feel the warmth of family.

"Get lost! Don't touch me!"

An senses Haunter's approach and quickly turns, intending to teach the rude guy a lesson.

Suddenly, she feels a push and stumbles forward.

"Excuse us, please let the stretcher through!"

"Oh, terribly sorry."

A few medical staff carrying a stretcher rush past, and one accidentally bumps into An, leaving behind a quick apology before disappearing from view.