Ever since Ashford and Sunset Shimmer got into a fight, a grudge had formed between them; from that day on, the two had been at odds, wanting to determine who was superior in everything.
Sunset Shimmer was truly a genius and indeed formidable in her studies; if only this girl didn’t waste her time on trying to dominate the school, she would certainly be an outstanding student.
That was Ashford’s evaluation of Sunset Shimmer, but her evaluation of him was very poor.
Sunset Shimmer felt that Ashford was like a dog-skin plaster—the kind you just couldn’t shake off.
He targeted her in everything, preventing her from doing anything a School Tyrant should do.
Because Ashford was so clingy, rumors of a romance had even started spreading between Sunset Shimmer and Ashford.
However, this rumor didn’t last long before it was shattered by Ashford and Sunset Shimmer themselves, because these two didn’t act like a couple at all; it didn’t look like flirting no matter how you sliced it, but rather like they truly wanted to kill each other.
In Cooking Class, Ashford watched as the egg fried rice he made crushed Sunset Shimmer’s…
Anyway, Ashford couldn’t tell what that bowl of viscous substance was.
“Hahaha, Sunset Shimmer, you’re not all that. You can’t even beat me at cooking, yet you claim to be skillful and capable in both the living room and the kitchen?”
“Tell me, what else can you even do? What even are you?”
“Ashford! Do you have a death wish!!?”
Sunset Shimmer looked at the bowl of unidentified viscous substance she had made, feeling frustrated to begin with; hearing Ashford’s mockery from the side, she felt the blood in her body rushing to her head.
If she didn’t vent this anger soon, she would surely suffer a brain hemorrhage or high blood pressure.
“Hey, Sunset Shimmer, are you threatening me? Let me tell you, I, Ashford, am least afraid of threats.”
“You bastard… get lost right now, I don’t want to see you.”
Sunset Shimmer didn’t want to fight Ashford in public; after all, their competitions always resulted in a mix of wins and losses.
Sometimes Ashford won big, and sometimes Sunset Shimmer lost by a tiny bit.
Ashford’s grades in various subjects weren’t particularly outstanding, yet he suppressed Sunset Shimmer with extreme precision in every area.
Furthermore, because Ashford gave her no face at all, Sunset Shimmer’s deterrent power as a School Tyrant was practically non-existent.
Thus, Ashford didn’t leave at all; instead, he strode toward Sunset Shimmer.
The students nearby went wild shipping them.
However, because no boys were interested in the Cooking Class, all the students in the room were girls.
If it weren’t for Ashford’s desire to suppress Sunset Shimmer at every turn, he wouldn’t have been willing to come to this Cooking Class either.
After all, being the only boy in the entire class might seem great to others, but it was actually very awkward; only those who have experienced it would know.
Sunset Shimmer glared through gritted teeth at Ashford, who was pinching her face; if looks could kill, Ashford would have died hundreds of times by now.
“What? Don’t like the look of me? I just love how you’re annoyed with me but can’t do anything about it.”
“Ptooey~.”
“…”
Ashford stood dazed as he reached up to touch the spit on his face, looking in shock at Sunset Shimmer, who was still gloating despite having her face pinched.
The girls who had been watching the drama from the edges of the classroom stopped their whispering.
Good heavens, the rose-tinted filter shattered instantly.
The spit slid down Ashford’s cheek; it took him a while to snap back to his senses.
Then, with a face full of fury, he punched Sunset Shimmer in the stomach; although he didn’t use his full strength, the sudden attack still made Sunset Shimmer curl up like a boiled shrimp.
Ashford intended to mock her and take out a tissue to wipe his face, but Sunset Shimmer didn’t give him the slightest chance; she spun to his side and landed a punch right on his kidney.
Ashford felt like his renal function had failed from that punch by Sunset Shimmer.
However, because his kidney was hurting, it was hard for Ashford to exert force.
Seeing Sunset Shimmer trying to escape, he quickly grabbed her wrist.
He pulled her close immediately, brought her arm to his mouth, and bit down.
“Ah! Are you a dog?”
Sunset Shimmer, in pain, grabbed Ashford’s hair to pull him away, but his teeth were clamped down like a vise, refusing to let go.
She desperately hooked her fingers and pulled his nose upward; the intense pain forced Ashford to release his abyssal maw.
But Sunset Shimmer didn’t want to just swallow her anger; she grabbed Ashford’s hair with one hand and pulled his nostril with the other.
This spectacular scene caused the girls who had been shipping them to collapse, lowering their hands and stopping their cheers.
Pain…
it was just too painful.
Ashford, struggling to resist, was suppressed by Sunset Shimmer; to prevent his nose from actually being ripped off, he grabbed onto Sunset Shimmer’s clothes like a drowning man.
Whether it was because the quality of the clothes was too poor or because Ashford exploded with immense strength in his struggle to survive…
Sunset Shimmer’s clothes were torn to shreds by Shangguan Jingxing like they were made of tissue paper.
“Ah!!! Pervert!!!”
Sunset Shimmer finally released her hands to cover her body; now, her upper body was completely exposed to everyone’s eyes.
Although the scenery only lasted a moment, the girls saw it clearly…
and well, they felt inferior.
Sunset Shimmer was already crying from anger; fortunately, there were no other boys present except for Shangguan Jingxing.
Otherwise, she would have definitely skinned him alive.
But Sunset Shimmer was still fuming; she grabbed the glob of unidentified liquid she had made and kicked Shangguan Jingxing to the ground.
Having just caught his breath, Ashford tried to force his eyes open after being kicked, only to see that bowl of unidentified liquid flying straight for his mouth.
An indescribably disgusting unidentified liquid was poured into Ashford’s mouth; that sensation was even more soul-crushing than canned herring.
Within a few breaths, Ashford lay on the ground twitching, his eyes rolling back and his body limp.
The sight of him foaming at the mouth, adorned with that unidentified liquid, looked exactly like a murder scene.
Sunset Shimmer took off Ashford’s jacket and quickly put it on; her face was red with rage, and her eyes were tearful as she glared fiercely at him.
And Principal Celestia, like the police in a TV drama, arrived late to the scene.