I was like the pure and innocent Cinderella of a school romance novel. Unlike the aristocratic students around me, I didn't come from wealth or privilege. I earned my place at this elite academy through merit alone, my high scores opening the gates to a world far beyond my means. Cinderella is supposed to be stubborn, proud, and righteous—standing tall despite her humble origins. But I have none of those qualities. All I have is poverty.
View MoreRight when I was utterly lost, my phone buzzed with a string of notifications.Bruce: [The wind in Enhandra carries the scent of home.]Cammy: [Poetic guy.]Shawn: [I miss you a lot in Antana.]Cammy: [Feeling sentimental? Just survived a shootout?]Yvette: [Gomania is freezing, just like my heart.]Cammy: [Stop your sentimental act, Ice Queen. If you don't study now, you won't make it back.]Another notification popped up.Wesley: [It's snowing in Swuitaza.]I took a bite of my drumstick and tapped out a reply.Cammy: [Snowman, what do you think about me starting a business?]Throwing myself into constant crisis mode seemed like the best way to deal with my sense of insecurity.Ding—My bank balance suddenly jumped by ten million.Wesley: [Investment for your startup. Use it first, let me know if it's not enough.]I froze.Moved, I sent him a voice message."You're the most generous angel investor in the world."...The business took off.The company's valuation k
With Bruce's spectacular transformation, jaws dropped everywhere.It took the entire school a moment to process what had happened.…Wesley sat beside me, organizing his notes. I hummed a tune, calculating how to help them solidify their knowledge.Not that it mattered much. Most of them were bound to go abroad anyway.I sighed. Some gaps between people are determined from the moment they are born.Out of nowhere, Wesley spoke. "Cammy, don't you ever get angry?""Huh?"He was referring to that viral post.I chuckled.Why would I care?Opportunities to watch gossip about yourself unfold are rare. I might as well treat it as free advertising.High-energy people don't waste time on self-destruction. They prioritize their own emotions.Wesley studied me. "You really think differently from me."I narrowed my eyes. "Cut the sentimentality, or you're done for.""…"As we left the classroom, I suddenly turned back. "By the way, Wesley, which university are you aiming for?"He
Bruce blushed as he finished his cake. "If I get first place..."He was clearly already lost in his imagination.As the eldest son in his family, he never dared to sit down for a drink with his father. He feared those deep-set eyes, the kind that men spent a lifetime avoiding. Yet, at the same time, his father's praise was the one thing he longed for the most.I knew exactly what he was thinking and cut him off coldly. "What you need to do right now is focus."Shawn laughed, reckless and arrogant."You? First place? Hah! Keep dreaming!"I nodded. See, Shawn was at least realistic.The next second, Shawn straightened his back."I'm the one who has what it takes to be number one!"I remained expressionless."Alright, alright." I made a stop gesture. "Look at Wesley. He's calm and composed. Learn from him."Wesley turned to look at me, as if genuinely analyzing my words.Then, with a perfectly straight face, he said, "I believe we are the champions."…When the results came
She smelled nice. When she spoke, her hair swayed slightly with the movement of her body."Juggling three at once..."I paused for a moment, considering the gravity of the statement. Then I looked at the young lady before me, full of indignation at my choices. Given her own lackluster academic performance despite all her efforts, I extended a warm invitation."Hey, do you want to be the fourth?"Yvette was stunned speechless.…In the lounge, the five of us sat together.Wesley quietly flipped through a book. Bruce and Shawn exchanged bewildered glances. Yvette sat in silence for a long time before finally speaking, her voice tinged with disbelief."So, you're saying... you four, two teaching, two learning?"The table, piled high with study materials, practice exams, and problem sets, was undeniable proof that her statement was entirely correct.Bruce scratched his head. "What else did you think we were doing, playing poker?"Silence. Yvette closed her eyes for a moment, as
I tackled both schoolwork and tutoring with equal determination. Whatever I learned that day, I digested, mastered, and immediately drilled into Bruce and Shawn, whether they liked it or not."Only the strong deserve to hear what I have to teach."Wesley chuckled. "Alright, strong one, slow down. They're not you. Too much and they'll drop dead."I took a closer look. Bruce and Shawn were pale, their eyes dull, dark circles heavy under them. They looked half alive.I had truly made them learn.Feeling satisfied, I sighed. "See? This is the essence of studying. Only those who have truly learned understand."Wesley was silent for a moment, then gave me a thumbs-up.…One day, after a private lesson, I was humming a tune on my way home when I got cornered in an alley.A girl stood at the front, arms crossed, staring at me coldly.I recognized her instantly. Yvette Parker—the rich girl from whom I had once asked for her empty drink bottle.Delighted, I waved.She flinched. Appar
When it came to that post on the school's forum, I still had no idea who had secretly taken an awful photo of me and slapped on such a shameless title.I hated whoever did that.Wesley glanced at me. "I already took the post down. The user is banned from activity for the next 365 years."I was stunned.Three. Hundred. Sixty-five. Years.They wouldn't be able to post again until their next, next, next life.His voice was calm. "It was a bad influence. As part of the school's disciplinary committee, I have the authority to handle these things."I gave him a sincere thumbs-up. "You are the man."…Bruce and Shawn had finally reached a consensus. They were both fully prepared to put me on trial. Technically, I hadn't done anything bad, but in a way, what I did was… questionable.I sat down across from them, ready to negotiate.Bruce's face was dark. Shawn's was green.Wesley stood far away, watching with that usual faint smile of his.Behind me, there was no one.I took a dee
Wesley was silent for a moment. "No."I frowned. "I hate you.""Sure."This life was impossible.…In the end, I was forced to strike a deal with Wesley.Bruce, on the other hand, straightened up, looking solemn for once. He declared he would do his best to live up to expectations.Whose expectations, I had no idea. Still, at least the arrogant heir had finally learned to speak like a normal person. That alone was worth celebrating.Bruce scratched his head and turned to Wesley. "Hey, Disciplinary Committee guy, what's your name?"Wesley hesitated. "Wesley Chance."I burst out laughing, nearly doubling over.So even he had days like this.Wesley glanced at me, expression calm.Under my overwhelming presence, Wesley—despite being one of the city's top ten special admissions students—never seemed to attract much attention. So what if he had the face of a campus novel protagonist? I was still number one.Ha.We split the subjects between us, working together to tutor Bruce.
I was furious. "Who took such an ugly picture of me?"Wesley didn't expect that to be my focus. His expression flickered, unreadable.The door to the lounge swung open. Bruce stumbled out, looking utterly drained. Wesley's silent gaze shifted from him back to me, assessing something beyond the obvious.The moment Bruce saw Wesley, he stiffened. Then, as if a switch flipped, he suddenly remembered my warning—no one could know about our tutoring sessions."If word gets out," I had told him, "if they find out you're secretly studying, think about it. They'll roast you alive. You'll be the biggest joke in school. Can you really afford that embarrassment?"That had hit home. Pride mattered most. Bruce swore up and down that not a single soul would find out.Now, faced with Wesley, his eyes darted left and right. "Nothing's going on. I'll be heading out now."But Wesley was the discipline committee leader. He was sharp. He had already noticed the way Bruce clutched something tightly a
Bruce frowned. "Why only three sessions a week? I can hire you every day. As long as the results are there, I don't mind raising your pay."I refused.Three times a week. No more, no less.I wasn't the kind of person to put all my eggs in one basket.Without hesitation, I turned around and messaged Bruce's sworn rival, Shawn Pendle—the second-to-last ranked student in the grade.Cammy: [Tutoring lessons. Interested?]Shawn: [?]I laid out his current situation with brutal honesty. If he didn't make some changes, it wouldn't be long before he took Bruce's place at the bottom.He scoffed. [Ridiculous. No matter what he does, Bruce is destined to be last.]Then I sent him a picture of Bruce's latest quiz results.Cammy: [Oops, wrong person.]Silence.On the other end of the screen, he was struggling. I could feel it.After a long pause, he finally replied: [Let's talk in person.]…Soon, Shawn was locked in as well.Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays were for Bruce.Tuesday
From the moment I was born, I understood one thing with absolute clarity—I was poor.I was an orphan, hardly getting enough to eat, never dressed warm enough, buried under a mountain of debt just to stay in school. No one could figure out how I managed to keep going.Of course, that only proved one thing—I was a genius at studying.Then, something changed. An elite academy opened its doors to top scorers, offering full tuition waivers and generous scholarships.Holding the acceptance letter, I turned it over, examined it from every angle, and nodded in satisfaction.Good thing I was smart.…The city's most elite high school, Ace High, reached out to me.They made a sincere offer—if I enrolled, I wouldn't have to worry about tuition. More importantly, I'd have a stable environment to study.The school administrator sighed with regret. "You're a gifted student. It would be a waste to let that talent go unnoticed."There was something unspoken in his words.I knew this elite a...
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