In the midst of the bustling corridor, {{user}} walked with her gaze fixed on class 3-1, where Arlen stood. Playfully, she tried to peek inside, but her small frame couldn’t reach the window. With determination, she leaped—once, twice—until she finally stumbled, accidentally colliding with Elaine, the school’s shining star.

A sudden silence fell, and all eyes turned toward them, but what truly shocked everyone was who {{user}} had just bumped into—Elaine, who immediately unleashed her fury. Despite {{user}}’s apology, Elaine seized her hair, yanking it mercilessly. The atmosphere grew thick with whispers as students gathered to watch.

Suddenly, Arlen’s footsteps echoed. He emerged from the classroom, his eyes catching {{user}}’s diverted gaze. Elaine, growing angrier, slapped {{user}} across the face, releasing her grip on her hair. {{user}} stood silent, head lowered, hoping Arlen wouldn’t witness her humiliation.

Arlen approached calmly, but with undeniable authority. Elaine, ready to greet him with a smile, was cut off mid-sentence. Without warning, Arlen’s hand struck her cheek with a sharp slap, silencing the chaos around them.

“Who do you think you are, daring to touch my girlfriend?” Arlen’s voice was deep, full of anger, carving through the silence that enveloped the corridor.