Transmigrated Into The True Heiress

Lance walked forward with a wicked grin on his lips. He cracked his neck, stretched his hands, and then held his arms out. "Who wants to go first?" By now, almost everyone in the cafeteria had stopped what they were doing to watch the impending fight, while some hurried out. Eira guessed they were going to report to the teachers.

Cyran, however, was anything but eager for a fight. He stepped forward hurriedly and lightly touched Lance’s arm. "No, please don’t fight. I-I can leave. If they want the spot—"

The leader sneered. "Now you talk, huh? Should have said that in the first place. Now get the hell out of my face."

"But—" Cyran began, but Malia cut him off.

"Even if he said you should have the spot, I wouldn’t have allowed it," she stated, pulling Cyran back by the arm.

"Malia—"

"It’s okay, don’t worry. Lance is just going to teach them a little lesson their parents couldn’t."

"You bitch—"