They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 533: Senior Kai... You Talk Too Much

A few Fs made the crowd wince.

"Did you see that girl on yellow?" someone murmured. "She got tossed like a doll, then stood up like nothing happened."

"She’s got heart."

"But no coordination."

Even parents were reacting.

In the front row, a mother covered her face after her son got slammed and scored a 49.

"He’ll hear from me later," she muttered.

Nnenna sat quietly, her eyes focused on the matches before her. She wasn’t nervous anymore. Not overconfident either. Just still. A calm kind of alertness.

Her gaze didn’t just follow the movements of the fighters, it studied them. The stances, the footwork, the over extensions, the weak guards. She was learning.

One match ended with a hard thud, and then the referee called out, "Next contestants: Student Nnenna and Student Kai."

A buzz passed through the crowd.

"Who?"

"Finally the match I’ve been waiting for!"

"That’s the girl skipping to year four, right?"

"Isn’t she too soft for martial arts?"

Nnenna stood up, exhaled, and made her way to the arena stage. Her steps were light but sure. Her face calm. As she stepped into the ring, a few spectators murmured, surprised by how young and delicate she looked under the harsh arena lights.

"She looks like she should be in a bakery decorating cupcakes," someone whispered.

"I feel like she would cry if she breaks a nail," another chuckled.

But Arthur didn’t laugh. From his seat at the center of the judges’ panel, his cold eyes narrowed as he observed the boy stepping up opposite Nnenna.

Kai.

Arthur’s gaze sharpened.

who had

study his opponent properly for the first time. Small face, wide doe eyes, soft looking limbs. She looked like a strong wind

sighed inwardly,

too cute to be standing here, he thought. What

mask the condescension on his face as he gave a short, lazy

Arthur’s fingers twitched.

Nnenna, he

Arthur thought

in the crowd,

"Kai’s so lucky!"

this round with

that the girl from the

was strategy. This

"Poor girl..."

would she risk

shift slightly where she stood. She didn’t frown, but her calm eyes narrowed just a little. It was subtle, but

called out politely, voice smooth and composed. "Aren’t we starting the

a clarity that

a long sigh, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Her voice... so soft, so polite, it made him feel like he was

his arms, the earlier confidence in his stance

hesitating. "I think you

rippling through

gentleness. "I don’t hate women. I just—" he shook his head, avoiding her

caught off guard by

loudly earlier when he drew her name? Who told his friends he would win in less than

tilted her head, her

not rising an inch. "It’s necessary

there was complete

Then

say that like she’s

voice giving me

sounds so calm. Scary

"Shouldn’t she be afraid?"

sound angry.

His voice rose slightly, edged with

a way out," he said,

a step closer, tone shifting from gentle to frustrated. "Don’t you get it? Not only will you fail this match, but you’ll also be

through the