Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Top Student's Whimsical Playbook: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The principal beamed. "Cammy, keep up the good work!"I was moved. "When there's money to be earned, that's a piece of cake!"Somehow, that phrase—a piece of cake—spread like wildfire.The elite school had its own forum. Soon enough, someone mocked me: [A poor student talking about things being a piece of cake? Are you sure your life has been a piece of cake?]I was defenseless.My life was an absolute mess.So, I chose the simplest solution—I reported them.The principal wasted no time comforting me, while Wesley, who happened to be delivering something nearby, averted his gaze as if he couldn't bear to watch.The principal was a man of both prestige and power. In his younger days, he had dominated the scene, and now, in his later years, he wanted to leave his mark on this school, to create something lasting.Without hesitation, he pulled out the ringleader of the mockery, berated him on the spot, and demanded an apology.The boy muttered a reluctant apology.Of course, I k

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

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

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

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