The Girl Who Reincarnated as a Vampire Heiress

When these words came out, the entire scene became deathly silent.

Chloe had always done whatever she wanted, and this time she was deliberately trying to ruin the atmosphere by yelling without any attempt to control her volume, wanting everyone on the first floor of the cafeteria to hear.

Instantly, countless gazes stabbed at Edmund like needles.

Edmund's expression was ugly: "Miss Chloe, I didn't mean it that way..."

"Why are you telling me all this?" Chloe looked at him in bewilderment, then smiled slightly. "I'm magnanimous and won't fuss over it with you, but I'm not sure about other people. Maybe you should explain it to them?"

A student's voice came from not far away: "Edmund, what you said really hurt people's feelings."

"You're a noble outside, but that doesn't mean you're one here at the military academy either! Here, only fists speak!"

"Is Edmund trying to fight all of us by saying that?"

Edmund's face was ashen: "Nonsense, I never looked down on any of you!"

That was clearly nonsense. Anyone with eyes could see the arrogance that Edmund couldn't hide.

With a "clang," someone smashed a ceramic plate: "I've tolerated you for a long time. If you have the guts, fight me one-on-one on the training grounds!"

The people on the first floor of the cafeteria started booing.

Even several heads stretched out from the second and third floors, watching what was happening below with great interest.

Chloe was very satisfied with the lively scene that she had single-handedly brought about, but she didn't have any more interest in watching.

After slowly finishing her meal, she got up and patted Edmund on the shoulder: "Good luck, buddy."

Then she swaggered away.

Edmund's face seemed to be splashed with all kinds of paint, extremely ugly. He stared at Anderson, who was still sitting there, with viciousness in his eyes.

Anderson was completely unaffected. He finished eating, got up, and said gently: "Brother, do you have time to chat with me?"

Edmund gritted his teeth: "Of course, I'll humor you anytime."

Anderson smiled: "That's perfect then."

...

The next day, the news came out that Edmund's legs were crippled.

At this time, Chloe was sitting in the classroom listening to the teacher drone on about boring school history. She wasn't listening at all, fiddling with her terminal in her hand, the screen showing the big news on the school forums.

"Edmund's legs are wasted?" Chloe asked with interest, "When did that happen?"

Anderson, sitting next to her, turned a page in his book and said calmly: "Yesterday. I heard he accidentally broke them while sparring with someone."

Hearing this, Chloe was even more delighted: "Karma hits fast. With his legs wasted, can he still be the heir of the Francis family?"

Anderson shook his head: "I don't know, but as long as his cognition isn't damaged, if it's just his legs, the Francis family won't give up on him."

"I see."

Chloe's eyes lit up excitedly.

What would happen if she went and wrecked Edmund's cognition too?

But as soon as the thought came up, Anderson next to her mildly said: "Don't think crooked thoughts."

Chloe choked: "I didn't say anything!"

Seeing his appearance, Chloe felt a little discouraged.

Wouldn't it be good to wreck Edmund's cognition? If Edmund was useless, then Anderson could naturally take his place and take control of the Francis family.

Chloe thought she had been good enough to Anderson, it was Anderson who didn't appreciate it.

She scoffed: "Boring."

Anderson just smiled without saying anything.

Chloe closed her terminal and casually said: "Anyway, you smell bad again."

Anderson was taken aback: "What?"

"I can't tell exactly what it is, it seems to be the smell of blood, disgusting as hell. I've wanted to tell you for a while, but was worried it would embarrass you. Did you get injured?"

Anderson unconsciously clenched his fingers: "...Yeah, I was injured, but I got it dressed yesterday already. Why can you still smell it?"

Chloe found it a bit strange too: "How would I know?"

She had been abnormally sensitive to the smell of blood since she was little, even though it was the nature of vampires, Chloe's sensitivity was still too rare.

Even Xavier wasn't like this.

After class, Qin Huaibei found Chloe and they went together to the training room to practice shooting.

After passing the entrance exam, all the training rooms at the First Military Academy were now open to them.

Inside the specialized shooting range, Chloe held an airsoft gun and said, "Still too light."

"Light?" Qin Huaibei weighed the airsoft gun in his own hand, "Seems alright to me?"

The training equipment at military academies were generally made to be heavier and feel more solid than ones outside, so how could Chloe feel it was light?

"It really is light. I wanted to say it back when we were doing concealed training too." Chloe casually flipped the airsoft gun and thought of something. "I usually practiced shooting with ion cannons."

Qin Huaibei: "..."

Who practiced shooting with ion cannons at home?!

But with Chloe, it somehow seemed to make perfect sense.

He nodded with realization: "Then airsoft guns would indeed feel light in comparison."

"Right?" Chloe walked behind Qin Huaibei and adjusted his stance, saying deeply, "Pull the trigger."

The solid rubber bullet shot out rapidly, landing within the 8 ring.

For a 12-year-old child, this was already an excellent score.

But Chloe still shook her head: "Not good enough, you need to steadily stay within the 9 rings."

Qin Huaibei pressed his lips together: "Sounds very hard."

"It's not that hard," Chloe casually fired a shot at a nearby target, perfectly hitting dead center.

Under Qin Huaibei's shocked gaze, she lowered her gun and sincerely said, "Don't think it's impressive, it was the hardships of life that drove me."

Seeing Qin Huaibei looking somewhat puzzled, Chloe explained: "My father demanded that every shot had to be within the 10 rings, otherwise I wouldn't get any meals."

So little Chloe basically never got to eat.

Damn trash dad, the more she thought about it the angrier she got. She imagined the target as Xavier and fired 20 consecutive shots right into the bullseye.

Qin Huaibei was full of admiration, and became even more determined to train harder himself.

Just as they were engrossed in training, the door to the training room was quietly nudged open. Chloe reflexively shot towards the door.

Daniel howled in pain.

"Even if you don't like me, you can't shoot me every time you see me! I didn't even do anything this time!"

Chloe came to her senses: "Sorry, what did you come here for?"

Daniel scolded her for having such an insincere apology, then hesitantly said: "To train with you, got a problem?"

Chloe smiled: "Of course not."

She threw the air gun at Daniel: "Try your best to get every shot within the 8 rings."

As soon as she finished talking, Qin Huaibei in front turned his head: "Then why am I at 9 rings?"

"Depends on individual skill, 9 for you, 8 for him." Chloe explained breezily.

Daniel was dumbfounded, then discontentedly clamored: "No way! Where am I worse than Qin Huaibei! I want 9 rings too... No, 10 rings!"

Chloe looked at him, then nodded indulgently: "Alright, 10 rings it is then."

"If you can't get 20 consecutive shots within the 10 rings, then don't even think about eating."