Operation: Tame Her

4. THE TRANSFER STUDENT

"That peasant! I'll surely kill her the worst way!" Azrael blurted out for the nth time before throwing the dart quiver at the board, almost marking a bullseye. He couldn't get his mind off the memory of that morning. It was unforgivable! He had never been humiliated like that all his life!

They were in the Studio-- or at least that was what they wanted to call the shared suite room they bought in the Imperial dormitories where the seven of them often hung out. It used to be a presidential suite found on the second floor of the staff dormitory. Since their personal rooms were all found on the topmost floor of the student dormitory, they figured they should buy a shared suite on the second floor of the staff dormitory where they could hang out together since it was more accessible to the academic buildings.

The Studio was a 250 square meter presidential suit with a modern style interior. It had two separate bedrooms that they could use when they wanted to take a nap, a kitchen with a bar counter, a dining room for 10 people (just in case they have a guest), a living and receiving area, two comfort rooms, a wide balcony, and a luxurious entertainment room where they could hang out together.

The Imperial offered boarding facilities since it aimed to make the students more focused on their studies, saving time for transportation and the like stuff. Inside the premises were the school, the dorms, and the commercial and entertainment facilities. Generally, it was what modern architecture pertained to as a university city, though the population wasn't huge enough given that it only accepted students who could fit the standards. Not only that not many people belong to the elites, but also not all elites had the intellectual capacity to pass the academic standards of the university.

The Imperial University was a well-reputed school not only for its luxury and exclusivity but mostly because of its fairness and strictness in admission. Not even the richest person could buy their way into the school.

"What's wrong with him?" Helios asked the boy slouching on the couch as he watched a contemporary dance competition on the television.

"Some girl poured coffee on him," Greyson smirked, no longer interested in the motions of the flat screen.

"Purposefully," Steven added with a big laugh as he settled with them on the huge couch of their entertainment room. "What's her name again?"

Azra rolled his eyes, causing his glum expression to turn childlike. "I don't know and I don't care because she's irrelevant."

Hell's eyes widened at the amusing information. Nobody in the Imperial even dared to cross paths with any of the Monarchs. If they were touched in any way, it was almost too often because of an accident. He looked at Azra who was now glaring at the two, Grey and Sven, wanting to aim the darts towards the older ones.

"The almighty Gucci King has just been shamed!" Helios declared with a wide grin, and a burst of chuckles from the others followed because of the teasing of their youngest.

Hell and Grey exchanged high-fives. There was just this invisible bond between the seven of them that pushed them to go as far as personally teasing even in the simplest ways. As heirs of the most prestigious families, they were fated to live a lonely life and see all the relationships that they built merely as business connections. It was a given since most people approach them with ulterior motives. However, that wasn't the case for the seven of them. They were able to genuinely trust and love each other like real brothers through their friendship. Being an only child, Helios was thankful that he found soul-brothers in the Imperial University.

"Shut it!" Azrael warned dangerously and continued his game.

"So, who is this brave nobody who dared to pour coffee on you?" the youngest asked, opening his laptop as he reached out for some chips from Grey's bowl.

"The transfer student," Nicoli casually informed, not even removing his eyes from the book he was reading as if he had gotten used to Azra's tantrums. In his defense, Azrael was his youngest biological brother. So, yes, the scene was a normal occurrence for him as the second son of the Kim Business Empire.

Lionel walked into the room, holding a cup of chocolate ice cream. "There is a transfer student?" he probed, completely ignoring the mood of the youngest Kim. As the oldest one among the three Kims, he was already immune to Azra's childishness, and Nico's calmness.

Azrael didn't know at first that she was the infamous transfer student, but as rumors about what happened between them this morning started to spread like wildfire on the campus, he learned that it was actually the very first transfer student in the history of Imperial University who stood up against him and poured coffee over his face.

"The audacity of that newbie!" he ranted, not really caring about the feat that she achieved. So what if she's book smart if she didn't have the common sense to discern who to cross and who not to?

"Huh, she must have had a strong connection from the inside," Sylvanus pointed out, not really sounding interested at all as he continued to browse a business proposal in his hands.

The Imperial was a school with not only one entrance examination but two to make sure that the student really has what it took to be in this perfect generation it aims to mold. But transfer student exams were far more difficult--- or at least that was what they heard, since nobody ever passed the tests in the past... not until now.

"Come one," Lionel contrasted, "you know no money nor connections will not get you admitted to this university."

Nico shrugged, but he was actually in agreement with his brother. "You gotta give it to her. It's all her smarts that got her in."

"Wait---" Hell muttered, lifting his shocked eyes from his laptop towards Azra when his mind finally pieced together who exactly they were talking about. "You mean that scholar girl?"