NOT ALL SILVERS ARE GOLD.

"Our school has now descended so low that anyone of unknown background can come in now. I bet she must have slept her way through, though. Slut." One of the female students—I mean Lorelei's followers—taunted

Her lips were curled up provocatively as if she were daring me to do my worst like I had face-slapped them in the class earlier. Dressed in a white kimono, she held her phone and continued scrolling through it; almost every second, she'd raise her head to glare at me as if I were the creator of whatever nonsense she had just read on her phone.

Most of the female students, who I presume are Lorelei's followers, and I are in the dressing room.

I guess they planned to overwhelm me with numbers in case I tried to face-slap them again.

However, I've promised myself that there must be a limit to replying to all these cannon folders, or else my level will degrade to their level, but this time I don't have the intent of letting this one go by.

I folded my arms and eyed her nonchalantly. "