I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

As soon as the lunch break bell rang, Liu Yue grabbed her schoolbag, slung it over her shoulder, and rushed out of the classroom with light steps.

He was thinking about how to finish lunch with Li Ang as soon as possible, and whether to find an empty classroom or practice in the old teaching building laboratory during the lunch break.

Just as she reached the corner of the corridor connecting the main building and the stadium, a figure suddenly cut in from the side and stood firmly in front of her.

It's Zhang Han.

He was clearly dressed up carefully today.

The light blue Oxford shirt was ironed without a single wrinkle.

The sleeves were neatly rolled up to the middle of the forearm, revealing an expensive watch.

Her hair was styled meticulously with hairspray.

He still wore what he considered a sufficiently polite smile.

"Yueyue".

Zhang Han deliberately softened his voice and said:

"I've been looking everywhere for you. How about we go have lunch together? I know a new sushi restaurant that just opened off campus. The owner is from Tokyo, and the ingredients are really fresh. Want to try it?"

Liu Yue abruptly stopped in her tracks, her eyebrows furrowing instantly, making no attempt to hide her annoyance.

"Move aside, Zhang Han. I'm in a hurry."

As she spoke, she moved to the left, trying to go around to the side.

Zhang Han then moved sideways, blocking her path once again.

The smile on her face gradually became a little stiff, but she was still forcing it.

"Don't be like that, Yueyue."

He leaned forward and lowered his voice:

"Can't we talk this out? Look, I was wrong about what happened before, and I've apologized so many times..."

"If apologies were enough, what would we need the police for?"

Liu Yue crossed her arms, leaned back slightly, created some distance, raised an eyebrow at him, and looked at him with a mocking gaze.

"Also, are we that close? Don't call me Yueyue, it makes me uncomfortable. Please call me Liu Yue, or Liu Tongxue."

Several students passing by in the corridor noticed the standoff and slowed down, casting curious glances at the scene.

Zhang Han's face flushed red instantly, all the way down to his ears.

He took a deep breath and lowered his voice even further:

"Okay, okay, Liu Yue. Stop yelling so loudly!"

"Shut up, you bastard!"

"You! Okay... Actually, what I wanted to say was, isn't this Friday your birthday? I booked a table in advance at the Sapphire Restaurant in Times Square. That place is really hard to get a reservation at; I had to pull some strings to get a window seat. After dinner, we can go for a walk along the riverfront or catch a movie. I've made all the arrangements..."

"Stop."

Liu Yue raised one hand and made a STOP gesture, her expression as if she had heard the most outrageous joke of the century.

"Who told you I was going to spend Friday with you? Who gave you permission to plan my birthday?"

Zhang Han was taken aback, and blurted out:

"Isn't your birthday this Friday? We were definitely together last year..."

"Last year is last year!"

Liu Yue interrupted him without any politeness, a sarcastic and disdainful smile curving her lips.

"Zhang Han, please listen carefully: I, Liu Yue, have plans for this Friday. I'm going to Bruce's football game with Li Ang. I'm very busy and don't have time for your silly plans, so please don't flatter yourself, OK?"

"Leon? Bruce?"

Upon hearing these two names, Zhang Han's face instantly darkened.

His voice unconsciously rose, attracting the attention of more students passing by.

"It's those two again? Liu Yue, you've only been at River Valley Academy for a few days. Do you even know who they are?"

"Especially that Li Ang, a poor kid who crawled out of the slums in the South District. Apart from his face, what makes him better than me? What good can he possibly gain by getting close to you? Isn't it just because you're a Chinese student, that he thinks you're rich and easy to fool?"

"Oh?"

Liu Yue wasn't angry at all; instead, she seemed to have heard an extremely funny joke.

She tilted her head slightly, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes staring straight at Zhang Han, flashing with undisguised mockery.

"Is he after my money?"

Liu Yue's voice was soft, yet each word was clear, like a knife scraping against Zhang Han's face.

"And what about you, my dear senior Zhang Han? You went to all this trouble, humbling yourself to cling to me, just because I'm beautiful, kind-hearted, and youthful...?"

"Are you still after the meager research funding my old man allocates to your father's half-dead lab every year?"

These words were like a red-hot branding iron, pressed hard on Zhang Han's most sensitive and most vulnerable scar.

The color drained from his face in an instant, leaving him deathly pale, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.

His eyes were wide open, filled with shock, embarrassment, and a sudden surge of anger.

However, he couldn't utter a single word; he could only make a "hoarse" gasping sound from his throat.

The whispers and low snickers around him became more pronounced, like countless needles pricking his back.

Liu Yue didn't bother to look at the pathetic creature who was frozen in place, looking utterly lost.

"Good dogs don't block the way, move aside."

She stretched out a finger and poked Zhang Han's shoulder rather impolitely, pushing him aside.

Then, without looking back, he strode briskly toward the cafeteria.

Her master, Leon, and his best friend, Bruce, had already arranged to meet her at the restaurant.

Just thinking about the big chicken leg she'd have for lunch made Liu Yue's mouth water.

It's really strange to think about it. Liu Yue used to get tired of eating chicken drumsticks after only two days, no matter what kind they were.

But why are the chicken drumsticks from River Valley Academy so delicious? I never get tired of eating them!

Thinking about this, Liu Yue couldn't help but marvel.

Seeing that Zhang Han was still shamelessly trying to follow her, she left him with a casual remark that was enough to freeze his blood:

"Get lost, you idiot. From now on, if you see me, please avoid me. Just looking at your face makes me nauseous and ruins my appetite."

Until Liu Yue's tall figure completely disappeared around the corner of the corridor, Zhang Han remained frozen in place like a statue.

He could feel the gazes coming from all directions.

Those gazes, a mixture of curiosity, mockery, and undisguised schadenfreude, made his cheeks burn with shame.

He suddenly lowered his head and practically ran, rushing into the adjacent men's restroom in a disheveled state.

He slammed the door of a cubicle shut, leaned against the cold partition, and his chest heaved violently.

Several seconds later, he walked to the sink, turned on the tap, and splashed his face with the icy cold tap water.

Cool water droplets dripped down his chin, wetting the front of his neatly pressed shirt.

Zhang Han raised his head and looked at the pale-faced, disheveled guy in the mirror.

His eyes were a mixture of shame, embarrassment, and raging anger.

"Leon...Bruce..."

Zhang Han gritted his teeth and squeezed out the two names one by one from between his teeth, as if he wanted to chew them up.

He then slammed his clenched fist down hard on the cold, hard marble sink, making a dull thud.

I stayed in the cubicle until the lunch break was almost over, and the noise outside gradually subsided.

Zhang Hancai quietly pushed open the door and came out like a ghost.

He lowered his head and walked quickly toward the teaching building where he would have his afternoon classes, wanting nothing more than to leave this area that made him feel so humiliated.

As he passed the school's main bulletin board, he involuntarily stopped in his tracks.

The bulletin board was covered with brand-new, glaringly bright posters.

The main colors are dark blue and silver, with the imposing knight helmet emblem of the River Valley Academy Knights in the center.

The most prominent feature on the poster is a black silhouette of a player with exaggerated muscle lines, wearing a helmet and making a savage charging gesture.

It was full of power and a sense of oppression.

He was the high school freshman who showed amazing talent in last Friday's game against the Pastors.

Bruce Keaton.

Below, written in bold, eye-catching font:

River Valley Academy Knights play away against Lincoln Academy Timbers!

[Time: This Friday at 5:00 PM]

Location: Lincoln College Lumberyard Stadium, Brooklyn

Let's shout together for Knight Bruce and all the warriors! Fight!

There's more than just this one.

The walls on both sides of the corridor, the glass windows of the classrooms, and even the entrance to the cafeteria were covered with similar posters.

On some posters, a huge close-up photo of Bruce wearing a helmet and roaring as he charges into battle is displayed, almost taking up half a wall.

Below, written in an even more flamboyant font:

"Our knight! Our hero! Bruce Keaton!"

Even through the mask, you can feel the raw wildness and triumphant exuberance emanating from Bruce in the photo.

He radiated sunshine, sweat, and pure power, which was dazzling.

Several younger girls of various races gathered in front of the largest poster, excitedly pointing at Bruce's picture.

These young girls, their faces flushed, whispered among themselves, occasionally letting out adoring laughter.

"Wow, Bruce looks so cool in this picture!"

"I absolutely have to sit in the very front row for Friday's game!"

"I wonder what kind of girl he likes..."

Zhang Han felt a surge of anger, mixed with cold jealousy and all the humiliation accumulated that morning, suddenly rising from the darkest corner of his heart.

The fire instantly spread throughout his limbs and bones, causing his internal organs to spasm in pain.

Although it was a home game in that damn game last Friday, Zhang Han is a true Dongda student.

What is rugby?

He had absolutely no interest in watching it.

But since school started on Monday, you can hear River Valley College students talking about the game almost everywhere you go.

Especially the Cavaliers' true core player, Bruce, who almost orchestrated an incredible comeback, was a two-way forward who was like a god on both offense and defense.

They discussed how he carried the team forward like a true knight.

The ridiculous title "Knight Bruce" spread like wildfire throughout River Valley Academy in just one weekend.

Zhang Han didn't understand this at all.

On what grounds?

What is this Bruce? Isn't he the guy who was joking around and acting silly next to Chinese-American Li Ang when he was having dinner with Liu Yue?

Why should this simple-minded idiot who only knows how to charge around win all of this?

Why would Liu Yue, whom he cherishes so much, rather watch this black guy play basketball than accept his carefully prepared birthday invitation?

Just because he's big?

Because he can roll around in the mud and knock others over?

Zhang Han's gaze was fixed on Bruce's smiling, confident face on the poster.

The fingernails dug deeply into the palm, leaving crescent-shaped white marks that then slowly turned red with blood.

A dark, cold, venomous thought, like a venomous snake lurking in the deepest part of a swamp, silently raised its head, flicked its tongue, and coiled itself throughout his mind.

"Knight Bruce...a hero?"

Zhang Han let out a barely audible, sticky, and venomous snort from his nose.

He gave the poster one last, chilling glare before turning away abruptly and leaving without looking back.

"Just wait and see."

"I will destroy you!"

"I will destroy you all!"