I hate him. That bold smirk. His devilish temper. Nasty student thinks he’s a king in town, humiliating everyone else. He mocks the weak. Yeah, who gave him the right? He doesn’t get to decide other people’s fates. I’ll teach that arrogant fool to show respect. Because he thinks the university belongs to him. And for him, everyone else is basically slaves—all running around at his beck and call. That brute simply has no conscience. Tears and other people’s pain amuse him so much. But it shouldn’t be that way. Let him feel defeat. Only I didn’t know what kind of web I was going to fall into… After all, he’s a devil in flesh.