Hearing Logan deliver a rejection with zero padding left Xiaoboyu’s face pitch black.
Everywhere he went growing up, people treated him like the golden boy, coddling him with praise.
This marked the first time anyone had ever disrespected him so openly by handing him a blunt eviction notice.
What ticked Xiaoboyu off even more was that he had deliberately flexed his valedictorian status and specialized class, yet not a single girl in this camp had batted an eye.
As a straight-A top scorer, he had swallowed his pride to make the first move, so why were they treating him like garbage?
Xiaoboyu’s expression warped further.
Logan and the surrounding girls stood up in unison, locking their gazes directly onto Xiaoboyu’s crew.
The message hung heavily in the air: *Why haven’t you left yet? Planning to stick around and bum a free lunch?*
Sensing the shift in the room, the heavily built tank-type guy panicked, tugging at Xiaoboyu’s sleeve while whispering an urgent warning.
"Boss Bo, let’s just get out of here..."
Logan stepped forward again, offering an unmistakable palm-out gesture toward the gate.
Xiaoboyu’s eyes swept over the cluster of attractive girls standing behind Logan, and raw jealousy bit at his gut.
He hadn’t been opposed to romance back in school; he just found the plain-faced, bespectacled girls at his academy completely beneath him.
His gaze finally landed on Su Qingyao in the corner before sliding over to Bai Nian, who stood right by Logan’s side as an obvious core member.
Steeling himself, he sidestepped Logan and walked right up to Bai Nian.
"Classmate, your name is Bai Nian, right?"
Xiaoboyu forced out what he hoped looked like a charming, gentlemanly grin.
"We actually shared a stage once at the municipal essay competition awards. I remember you were a class monitor, and I served as the First High student council president."
"Why don’t we exchange system tags so we can help each other out down the road?"
As he spoke, he reached out to pull up his system interface, dropping his shoulders into a slight, courteous bow.
The smooth routine left the camp’s female residents staring in disbelief.
They had seen shameless people before, but this specimen defied physics.
Bai Nian glanced instinctively at Logan. Seeing his neutral expression, her spine stiffened with quiet confidence.
She took a half-step back, widening the distance between them as her voice dropped several degrees.
"Sorry, Logan is our Chief. You should discuss tribal matters with him directly."
"I—"
Faced with a public rejection, Xiaoboyu felt his footing slip away instantly. Desperate to salvage his dignity, he opened his mouth to press further.
"Hey!"
Gu Xinran reached her limit. Bounding forward, she shoved her hand hard against Xiaoboyu’s chest and let loose without a filter.
"Have you got any shame left? Can’t you tell you’re as welcome as a plague here?"
Xiaoboyu’s class didn’t buff physical stats, and he had never spent a minute working out, leaving his frame softer than Gu Xinran’s. Her shove knocked him backward straight into his tank-like companion.
She planted her hands on her hips, glaring down the boy like an aggressive stray kitten protecting its food bowl.
Gu Xinran’s outburst tossed a match straight into a dry powder keg.
The other girls, already sick of Xiaoboyu’s posturing, unleashed a barrage of sharp verbal fire.
"For real! A valedictorian ego running this toxic? With grades that high and a personality this trash, you’re an embarrassment to Jiangcheng First!"
"Student council president? More like chief barking officer!"
"Dressed up nice, but totally bottom-tier garbage underneath."
Though they looked delicate, their verbal sparring output packed devastating multipliers.
Xiaoboyu’s face flashed bright red before darkening into an ugly, mottled purple.
"You..."
He shook with unbridled rage, jabbing a finger at Gu Xinran while failing to string a sentence together.
"What’s your problem? Can’t handle getting called out?"
Gu Xinran crossed her arms, jutting her chin up with absolute dominance. "Want to swing? Come on, let’s see if we accommodate visitors!"
Logan didn’t utter a word, but the casual grip he maintained on his Miao dao radiated an unmistakable aura of lethal intent.
"Boss Bo, seriously, let’s move!"
Breaking out in cold sweat, the heavy-set student dragged the hyperventilating Xiaoboyu backward by his jacket.
Staying in hostile territory surrounded by armed hosts was a fast track to getting buried.
"Shen Yuxue, we’re leaving!" the big guy hollered back toward the girl standing near Wang Ke.
Caught in a bind, Shen Yuxue glanced between her old friend and the unhinged Xiaoboyu before another female teammate grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the exit.
Dragged away half-kicking and screaming by his loyal tank, Xiaoboyu cast one final, murderous glare backward—a look that promised total annihilation.
The moment their silhouettes vanished into the tree line, the tense camp exhaled.
Bai Nian sidled up to Logan, her expression laced with nervous anxiety.
"I really don’t know that guy well, Logan. We just crossed paths once at a competition venue without ever talking."
Logan offered a reassuring smile, reaching out to pat her head.
"I know."
He certainly did.
From the second Xiaoboyu opened his mouth, his character type had mapped out clearly.
"Alright, break it up. Get back to work," Logan clapped his hands, addressing the crowd.
The girls dispersed with lighthearted giggles, still buzzing over their verbal victory.
To students from ordinary high schools like Second High, First High prodigies always felt like untouchable demigods drilled into their heads by parents and teachers. Watching Xiaoboyu get walked down offered world-class catharsis.
As the crowd thinned, Wang Ke stayed put, lingering nearby with an uneasy, unspoken hesitation.
"What is it?" Logan caught her awkward posture.
She hesitated, chewing her lower lip before finally forcing the words out.
"She told me... Xiaoboyu set up a contribution tier system inside their camp."
"Basically, all food and resources get pooled under his direct control. If anyone wants a ration, they have to grind out tasks he assigns to earn contribution points."
"And the rules are completely rigged! Gathering and crafting classes can work themselves half to death all day and still earn fewer points than a combat class member brings home from a casual hunt. A lot of people are starving."
Hearing that, Bai Nian and Gu Xinran, who hadn’t walked far, paused and pivoted back to listen.
Wang Ke’s voice dipped lower, trembling with suppressed anger.
"That’s not even the worst part!"
"He... he actually forces the female residents to service the male fighters’ physiological needs just to earn extra contribution points!"
"What?!"
"Are you kidding me?"
"That’s completely sub-human!"
The revelation hit the camp like a physical shockwave.
A collective shiver of disgust rippled through the girls.
They subconsciously glanced at Logan.
In their own camp, Logan had never marginalized the non-combat classes, and while his training regimen was strict, he never crossed boundaries or demanded degrading acts.
The contrast threw a harsh, glaring light on how lucky they were.
Logan’s value skyrocketed in their minds, cementing his position as an unshakeable anchor.
Logan himself felt a deep surge of nausea.
"High test scores don’t equal high morals," Logan muttered coldly.
"A high-tier education can filter out bad students, but it can’t filter out absolute monsters. Monsters wearing human skin are everywhere."
The girls nodded in quiet agreement.
Just then, Wang Ke’s expression shifted as an idea formed.
"Yuxue... she’s actually really pretty."
"She only started caking herself in mud and looking wrecked to avoid getting targeted by those animals..."
"Chief! Can I ask you a favor?" Wang Ke blurted out, stepping closer.
"Go ahead, Wang Ke," Logan replied evenly.
With Logan’s green light, Wang Ke’s face flushed. She glanced briefly at Bai Nian and Gu Xinran, then stepped up right beside Logan’s ear, her warm breath tickling his neck.
"C-Chief, Xiaoboyu’s camp can’t be far!"
"Why don’t... why don’t you go raid them and bring Yuxue over as your wife?"
"She’s trapped in a nightmare over there, it’s too dangerous!"
Her voice dropped to an anxious, trembling pitch.
"If the Chief agrees, I... I wouldn’t mind joining her later..."
"We can both be the Chief’s wives!"