I didn't have time to think carefully about what he wanted to say. Then I happened to see Estelle passing by.

Estelle saw us too. She stared at Kellan holding my arm.

I moved my arm and tried to shake Kellan's hand off, but to my surprise, Kellan grabbed my wrist again.

I got angry and slapped Kellan.

Kellan was confused by my attack. He quickly came to his senses and tried to launch a counterattack.

Of course, I wouldn't let him succeed. I grabbed his arm and threw him over my shoulder, slamming him to the ground.

Everything happened so quickly.

After lying on the ground for a few seconds, Kellan touched his forehead and smiled bitterly.

"This is the first time I've been knocked down by a woman. You are both cool and gentle during a fight."

"What should I do? I'm starting to have feelings for you."

Not far away, Estelle looked at me with malice, as if she wanted to tear me apart.

I remained silent.

Then, I squatted down and punched Kellan's face mercilessly.

I said fiercely, "Stop disgusting me."

Estelle rushed into the dormitory and pointed at me, cursing, "You're just a bitch!"

"Aren't you shameless? You are always seducing my boyfriend."

Estelle, who hadn't vented her anger, picked up a pen holder on the table and threw it at me.

Without blinking, I reached out and caught the flying pen holder. Then the pens inside fell all over the floor.

Seeing that I was unharmed, Estelle knew that she couldn't do anything to me. After all, I had superior martial arts skills. She cried sadly by the table.

I said to her, "I didn't do anything. It's Kellan who is not honest."

Estelle raised her head from her arms, with tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Siena Reid, wait and see. I will kick you out of this school."

Suddenly, everyone started to distance themselves from me tacitly.

During class, wherever I sat, my classmates would get up and find another seat.

After class, when I walked on the school road, everyone would keep their distance from me, intentionally or unintentionally.

Several girls gathered, chatting downstairs in the dormitory. Seeing me approaching, they suddenly shut up and exchanged glances, looking at me occasionally.

I was distressed.

I didn't know what had happened.

During the break between two consecutive professional classes, I went to the bathroom.

While washing my hands in front of the sink, I heard two girls discussing inside a cubicle.