The Court of the Girl

Episode 5's

Xeldous arrived early at school today, desperately fleeing the suffocating atmosphere in his home. He couldn't bear to spend more time there.

While sitting at his desk, Xeldous's body ached a lot, much worse than when his father had physically abused him. His arms, back, and entire body were covered in terrible bruises.

All this thanks to Juliette, that disgusting woman!

Just then, Martius entered the room and approached the Xeldous table. He tapped the tennis racket to the edge of the table twice and asked, "So, how are your tests? What prize did you get for winning second place?"

Xeldous raised his head and looked at Martius' eyes with an extremely gloomy expression. With clenched teeth, he painstakingly said, "My father has known it."

Martius was surprised, leaning against his desk while turning the tennis racket in his other hand. "Known? How did your father know?"

"His official "stamp is genuine, as are his report cards. Did he check with the teacher?"

Xeldous's face was extremely unpleasant, his voice was filled with hatred and anger. "Yesterday Juliette came to give my dad some paperwork. He purposely hid the report card in a folder, and my father saw it."

Martius nodded in understanding, raising his eyebrows. "You got beaten again, right?"

Xeldous lowered his head in silence.

He did not need to say anything, Martius already knew. His gaze scanned Xeldous, looking at his appearance.

It was the height of summer, the weather was hot, but he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, obviously trying to hide the scars on his body.

Tapping his tennis racket, Martius clicked his tongue twice and said, "That disgusting Juliette really has no heart."

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After getting out of the car, Juliette walked slowly, her knees numb and feeling very painful. Every step was painful.

She walked slowly, although her knee-high stockings hid terrible scars, but her walking posture was clearly a bit strange.

When Jordan got off the bus, it was 8:40. He hurriedly entered the school gate, walking quickly. However, halfway through the journey, his steps suddenly slowed down.

A familiar figure appeared, a girl carrying a backpack, walking slowly, step by step, on each staircase.

Juliette walked slowly, and Jordan also slowed her pace, keeping a few steps behind her.

Now, the sunlight that shone on them was the same, and no one jumped out to remind him that he was a worm living in the dark mud, he said, it is not worth touching anything beautiful.

Jordan wished there were more stairs, even more. She hoped Juliette would walk slower, even slower.

Juliette walked into the classroom, she met Xeldous's gaze at first glance. Xeldous looked at him, without hiding any hatred. But the more she shows her anger, the happier Juliette is.

This proves that his father must have felt that a pair of specially made golf clubs sent by Juliette were useful, not wasting his attention.

Martius leaned against the Xeldous table, following Xeldous's gaze towards him.

The two of them looked at her, but Juliette did not feel depressed. In fact, he smiled at Xeldous.

For Xeldous, this was a provocation from the victor. The pent-up anger instantly overflowed, and as Juliette walked past her, she stretched out her legs and ruthlessly supported her.

Just as Juliette knew how to deal with it, she also knew how to make Juliette even more hurt, even when she was wearing knee-high socks, covering her knees, she could still smell the scent of medicine.

If Juliette doesn't rank first, she'll be punished with a twist, as happened yesterday.

Juliette stumbled hard because of Xeldous, her body staggered, her knees banged hard to the ground, a piercing pain radiating throughout her limbs and bones.

With his hands supporting his body, he turned his head to look at Xeldous.

Xeldous sat on the chair, his eyes met Juliette's eyes, his eyebrows and eyes were cold and indifferent.

He casually pulled his foot, not hiding his deliberate evil behavior.

Martius leaned against the table, whistling in a cynical tone, "Juliette, you're grown up, why do you still fall while walking?"

As he spoke, he slowly stood up as he extended the tennis racket in his hand to Juliette, saying, "Hold me."

Juliette raised her chin slightly to look at it, and a mischievous smile was seen on the corner of Martius' lips. As soon as he grabbed it, Martius would release it, making him even more embarrassed.

At that moment, Jordan came in. He saw Juliette lying on the floor, paused for a moment, and his hand involuntarily moved slightly then clenched tightly.

Seeing Juliette motionless, Martius raised an eyebrow impatiently and said, "What? Don't want to wake up?"

But now he can't control his body to move his legs.

Here, Xeldous also slowly stood up, extending his hand to Juliette with innuendo and arrogance that was not hidden in his eyes.

She said with utter disrespect, "Juliette, be careful when walking. Especially for someone like you."

Xeldous's voice became soft at the end of his sentence so that only Juliette could hear him.

Her eyes Juliette exuded arrogance as she grabbed her arm, her nails almost piercing through the thin cloth and piercing through her flesh.

Xeldous felt pain, frowning his forehead.

After pulling herself up with Xeldous's help, Juliette let go of her hand and smiled as she said, "I'll be more careful while walking. I'll kick all the barrier stones first, so I won't fall."

Martius was completely ignored by Juliette from beginning to end, his face undergoing a change of being ominous. However, unintentionally, he saw Jordan standing at the door, staring at Juliette.

He is accustomed to such views, just as disgusted women who have the greed to get into his father's bed – it is an open greedy lust.

At this moment, Martius felt fed up as if he had swallowed a fly.

Even if he doesn't like Juliette, he's not someone like Jordan who can be a snatch or tapped.

Following the direction of Jordan's gaze, Juliette had already returned to her seat, put down her bag and spoke to the girl in front of her, her head slightly tilted back.

Martius had no idea what they were talking about, but his smile looked extremely beautiful.

Martius narrowed his eyes, giving off an aura of danger and oppression, cursing softly, "It's annoying!"

The morning class consisted of three sessions. Juliette took painkillers, which did not affect her ability to focus during class.

After the morning classes ended, he went to the school health room.

He wanted to get more painkillers and rest. Her knees were painful and swollen, making her uncomfortable to sit in her chair in class.

Juliette hopes that the school's health room will follow a predefined schedule.

Unfortunately, during the lunch break, no doctors were available. After taking the painkiller, Juliette lay in bed with her eyes closed. As the medicine began to work, the pain in his knee gradually lessened.

Suddenly, there was a clicking sound as someone turned the doorknob. The door was then locked from the outside.

The sound of footsteps approaching grew louder until it stopped near the bed next to him.

Blocked by the white curtain, the person seemed oblivious to Juliette's whereabouts. They sat on the bed, followed by the sound of a cloth being removed and a soft, shallow breath.

Juliette lowered her gaze slightly and looked down. The limited-edition designer shoes revealed the identity of the owner, and an arrogant smile flashed across his lips.

Martius slightly tilted his head back, his face flushed red. He wore earphones and his gaze was fixed on the person who appeared on his phone screen, but his mind was fully filled by Juliette.

After a moment of pausing, through the white curtain, Juliette listened to her breath and gently asked, "Enjoy it?"

Juliette's sudden voice shocked Martius. He hated to feel watched and intruded. Upset, his tone turned cold, "Who?"

Juliette's voice was soft as she asked, "Why are you mad at me?"

His voice was pleasant, saying each word gently with a slight screech at the end of the word.

Martius stood up, his forehead wrinkled, and asked, "Juliette?" He subconsciously raised his hand, clenched the white curtain cloth between the two of them, and was about to grab onto it.

Juliette calmly lay on the bed, looking rather indifferent. "Don't open it, I'm not wearing clothes."

Martius froze instantly, his face flushed red, his throat felt tight and dry, feeling as if he had been exposed to the scorching sun, experiencing extreme dryness in his mouth and throat.

He immediately let go of his grasp, turned around hurriedly, and left.

When Martius entered, he locked the door behind him. His hands trembled in panic as he struggled to open the door. Finally, he managed to twist and open it.

The window in the medical room opened, and when he opened the door, a strong wind came in. He suddenly turned his head and noticed that the white curtain next to the bed was slightly lifted by the wind, revealing a glimpse of a foot.

Turned out his knee-high gray socks were neatly arranged on his feet, Martius whimpered and said softly, "Crazy!"