As expected of the Forgers-even their punches were elegant!

Anya's little mouth fell open, her cheeks flushed, and stars sparkled in her eyes. Even pink bubbles went "bloop, bloop" above her head.

Anya's big brother is so cool. Anya loves him so much.

Elegant, elegant. That punch was simply too elegant.

Richie had just delivered a devastating punch, throwing his hardest blow with the most innocent expression.

Damian, the second son, went flying straight into a trash can in the corridor.

Fruit peels and scraps of paper scattered from the bin, and a banana peel landed on Damian.

Damian lay sprawled with his arms and legs in the air, his eyes brimming with tears and looking like an undercooked fried egg.

Henry hurried over at the noise. "What happened?"

Over Damian's shrieks and miserable sobs, Chestnut Head loudly tattled to the elegant old Henry. "Sir, he hit Master Damian."

Chestnut Head pointed at Richie, his little hamster teeth sticking out.

Corn Head checked Damian's injuries and tried to help him up.

Watching Henry come running over, Richie pointed at Damian with an innocent look. "I only stretched out my hand and happened to bump into him."

Corn Head immediately retorted, "Who are you trying to fool?! Do you really think you can get away with that?"

Chestnut Head also pointed at Anya. "You even checked whether the teacher was nearby just now."

Richie looked utterly innocent and harmless. "What proof do you have that Richie hit him?"

Richie snorted inwardly. He was simply giving them a taste of their own medicine. It was Damian's fault for bullying Anya.

Corn Head cradled Damian's little face and snapped, "Your fist mark is right there, plain as day!"

Anya looked at Henry and protested too. "Anya saw it too. Richie's hand bumped into him by accident."

"Lying is shameful behavior, Richie Forger and Anya Forger," Henry said sternly.

Becky could not hold back any longer. "Sir, that's not what happened. Anya kept putting up with them. They were the ones who started bullying her."

Becky pointed at Chestnut Head and the others.

Chestnut Head looked a little panicked.

"But he did hit someone, didn't he?!" Henry demanded sharply, his brow deeply furrowed.

Anya's face was covered in cold sweat, and she felt terribly guilty.

Richie suddenly remembered something Yor had said during their special training:

"Listen carefully, you two. The right reason to use your strength is...

"For example, saving your friend from danger. For example..."

At that thought, inspiration struck Richie. Tears filled his eyes, and he sniffled, looking as though he wanted to cry but dared not. He spoke to Henry in broken phrases:

"Because... because he bullied Richie's little sister, Anya." Richie pointed his little hand at Damian.

Tears streamed down Richie's little face like beads spilling from a broken string. "Anya is my own little sister. If I watch her get bullied and can't help her, then I don't deserve to be her big brother."

"Sir, please punish me! It's all my fault. But if it happened again, I'd still do the same thing. I don't regret protecting my little sister." Richie's gaze was resolute, his eyes swimming with tears.

Although Richie was the one who had hit Damian, Chestnut Head had no intention of letting Anya off either. He pointed at her. "Sir, she almost hit Master Damian just now too."

"Oh-is that so?" Henry asked, looking displeased.

Anya twisted her little hands together and lowered her head, speaking cautiously. "Because... because Second Son stepped on Becky's foot, so Anya got angry!"

Becky's eyes filled with tears, and she could not help covering her mouth. She did it for me!

Becky felt the stirrings of love. One look into Anya's eyes confirmed that she was the one, and from that moment on, Anya had captured her heart.

With tears welling in her eyes, Becky called Anya's name and ran over to hug her.

Henry could not help thinking, Anya Forger endured her own grievances, yet stood up to a boy without hesitation for her friend. How elegant.

Then the elegant old man's thoughts shifted. Richie Forger acted decisively to protect his little sister, without fear of punishment. That, too, is exceedingly elegant.

They truly are Loid Forger's children. So very, very, very elegant.

Anya and Richie had won a sweeping victory in that round. Not only had they captured Becky's heart and won over the elegant old Henry, but they had also caught the attention of Damian, the second son, leaving an indelible mark on his life.

Most importantly, a pair of keen eyes had been fixed on Richie's little figure from a short distance away the entire time.

Golden hair, green eyes, and a gentleness that carried an air of refinement.

Following that gaze revealed its owner-Sian Evan.

In front of Sian Evan stood a tall figure: Henry, the elegant old man.

He was now deeply conflicted. Although Anya Forger had not hit anyone, the incident had started because of her. Still, she had not actually struck anyone in the end, so he would not punish her.

Richie Forger, however, was a little harder to deal with. Although he had done it to protect his little sister...

Just as Henry was pondering this, Eden Academy's bell rang:

"Dong-dong-dong-"