CHAPTER 1: NIAM [FIRST TARGET]

"Beat him up," Niam ordered coldly.

He chewed on the gum in his mouth while his eyes held arrogance and wildness.

The boys around him went to work, approaching a red-haired boy from the neighboring school.

The boy cursed under his breath and threw his bag aside. "Don't push your luck, Niam."

"Even if I can't win against your boys, I can still make you sleep in jail for a few days!" The boy shouted with fear palpable in his eyes.

He'd never expected to meet Niam alone today.

After provoking the little devil a day before, the red-haired student believed it would take a while before Niam would reciprocate.

Who would have thought Niam wouldn't even give him a day?

The red-haired boy regretted his action.

If only he had listened to his friends and acted like the newbie that he was in this area, he wouldn't have stepped on Niam's toes.

However, he knew it was too late, and he could only threaten with words now.

A frown settled on Niam's face when he heard the red-haired student's words.

He threw his school uniform to his friend and approached the student with an air of unrestraint around him.

"When you stole from someone in my area and even hit something on their head, did you not think of the consequences?"

Niam sneered.

"Now, let me watch you call police officers on me." He muttered as he threw a punch at the red-haired boy.

The fight quickly escalated, but the boy wasn't a match for Niam.

He was soon left with injuries and was pushed out of the corner by one of Niam's friends.

Niam's eyes remained dark as he stretched his hand to the friend beside him.

The friend quickly handed over a cigarette, which he also lit up.

"We've told a cab driver to take him to the hospital." The friend who took the red-haired boy away returned and said.

Niam nodded casually and threw his uniform around his neck. "Remember to foot the bills." He said casually and walked away.

Some of his friends followed him while the rest stayed behind, hoping to see any injustice again.

Niam, the big boss of KNOWLEDGE HIGH, is an eighteen-year-old youngster from a broken wealthy home.

A tyrant of his high school, one whose only joy came from beating up bad guys while acting as the worst of the guys.

Not only that, but even those at schools around his area feared him.

Niam walked down the school corridor, smoking with no care in the world.

The teachers lowered their heads when they walked past him, and so did his fellow students.

A look from him would make them shiver and give them the notion that he was about to bite off their heads.

Though Niam was only 18, he was already 6 feet tall with a lean but slightly muscular body.

He had a face that would make anyone look twice at him if the arrogance, wildness, and unrestrained aura in his eyes could be ignored.

There were even some who voted for him as the most handsome guy in their school.

However, all these could only be done secretly.

No one wanted to be at the receiving end of his rage.

No one at all...

A blonde-haired boy ran out of the music room and approached Niam with a grin on his face.

"Niam, the class is starting."

"Do you want to go to the internet Café or the basketball field?"

Everyone knew how much Niam hated attending classes.

It made one wonder why he still bothered coming to school at all.

Especially when it was rumored that his father indulged him in everything he did.

Niam cast a glance at the blonde-haired boy and threw the half-smoked cigarette to him.

"I need a change of school uniform."

"This smells like sweat." He also threw the school uniform around his neck to the blonde-haired boy.

When the uniform covered the boy's head, instead of the expected anger, the boy grinned.

He wrapped the uniform around his neck and strutted behind Niam, following him into the class.

He didn't seem to care about whatever Niam did to him.

Niam entered the class, and his brows creased when he realized there was already a teacher.

Without greeting the teacher, he approached his desk, and after a series of codes, he unlocked the desk and brought out a new uniform.

He also took a bottle of water and threw a bag of snacks at the blonde-haired boy who caught it.

After that, he arrogantly glanced at everyone in the class before he turned around, ready to leave.

The teacher wouldn't stop him, and neither would the students.

However, Niam was wrong.

There was indeed someone silly enough to stand in his way...

Niam, who was ready to leave the class, suddenly had someone rush to stand in front of him.

Lowering his eyes, Niam saw a boy who was about a head shorter than him, and anger glinted in his eyes.

"What are you doing?" He asked angrily.

The boy stood before him. He had his hands spread as if he wouldn't let Niam go no matter what, and his head was lowered.

Niam felt his anger growing.

"Move."

The boy didn't move.

Slowly, trembling, he raised his head.

His dark green eyes glimmered with glistening tears and his rosy lips parted, trembling as if he'd collapse the next second.

"Niam..." He called softly.

Niam's breath ceased in his throat.

He stared at the boy standing before him, and he forgot to blink.

The boy standing in front of him looked unreal.

Soft skin. Shaking lips. Tearful dark green eyes.

Beautiful.

He had never seen someone this beautiful in his life.

When did the boy enroll in their class?

However, the boy seemed to have a lot to say to him.

The boy's rosy lips moved, and his beautiful eyes sparkled with resplendent light.

"Niam... bully me, please." The boy pleaded.

Niam froze.