Chapter 294

She knew she was in for a difficult journey with so many enemies. If she couldn't defend herself, she would be severely disadvantaged.

"Hey, gorgeous, ever thought about joining our gym? We've got a great deal since we just opened."

Lemira's eyes were drawn to a flyer on the gym's window advertising boxing classes.

"Can you teach me that?" she pointed at the boxing image.

"Sure thing. Our gym's owner is a pro boxer. It's perfect for ladies looking to learn self-defense."

"That's what I want."

Following the man into the gym, she noticed it was nearly empty. The owner, a middle-aged man, said, "You're quite slender; no need to lose weight. But you can work on building strength."

Lemira cut straight to the chase. "I want to learn how to defend myself, the kind where I can actually fight back!"

The owner hesitated. "Young lady, are you looking to get into fights?"

"I'll pay double the price!"

"It's not about the money."

"I'm also a streamer with a million followers. I could bring you tons of new customers."

The owner coughed. "Well, it's true that it wouldn't hurt for a girl to know some self-defense moves. When do you want to start?"

"Today!"

Lemira knew she had no time to waste; she needed to get stronger. Initially, she'd wanted a peaceful life, but circumstances had forced her hand. It was time to eliminate the obstacles in her path. After a grueling session, Lemira lay sprawled on the floor, resting.

The owner observed her. "Have you always been this strong?"

"Yeah. I've been pretty strong since I was a kid."

"Well, you've got a real knack for boxing."

Lemira wiped away her sweat. As she got up, her legs trembled with every step. It was truly exhausting! When she returned to her dorm, Clara was still crying, having skipped dinner that Janice had brought back.

After a shower, Lemira collapsed into bed, completely oblivious to Clara's distress.

The next day, every muscle screamed in protest. On her way to class, she bumped into a group from the Business School. Evelina wasn't there, but a familiar face was. Dorian approached her, soda can in hand. "I hear you've been acting tough while I was away. Even tried to push Eve off the rooftop yesterday?"

The surrounding crowd was intrigued. Did Lemira have an acquaintance with the Business School students? After all, Susanna had been disciplined for bullying and hadn't returned; things had seemed to calm down. Now, someone was confronting Lemira again. Was she really just an ordinary freshman?

Facing Dorian's accusation, Lemira remained calm. "Got any proof?"

"So, without proof, it wasn't you?"

"Or else?"

Lemira took the unopened can from Dorian, effortlessly twisting it into a mangled sculpture, and drenched Dorian in soda. Staring at Lemira's hand, Dorian recoiled in fright. Could this girl really crush a can with her bare hands?

Lemira handed him the twisted can. "Consider this a warning. Next time, it won't be this easy."

She patted Dorian's shoulder, wiped her hands clean, and strode through the crowd. Her expression was stoic; a band-aid on her forehead added an unintended fierceness. Nobody dared to impede her path.

As Lemira walked away, Dorian, furious and humiliated, threw the can after her, glaring at her retreating figure. "You better stop right there!"