My name was written into the blind box dating game played by the rich boys at my school. A week later, Julian Thorne, the top student of our grade, stepped down from his pedestal. He told me he liked me. Flattered and overwhelmed, I agreed and became his girlfriend. For an entire semester, he granted my every wish, spoiling me to the extreme. Everyone envied my good fortune for plucking this flower from the high peak. Until the eve of the college entrance exam, when he abruptly broke up with me. I knew they wanted to see me act like the girls before me—suicidal, heartbroken, dropping out of school. But I took the exam as usual. Holding the acceptance letter from the top university, I smiled at them: "Thank you for your help this past year." "I'm off to the best university now." ...... "Students who want to apply for financial aid, come to my office after class to fill out the form." As soon as the homeroom teacher finished speaking, Mia Sterling, the class beauty who took pleasure in tormenting me, suggested: "Teacher, why don't we let the students who want to apply state their reasons now? That way, classmates can help them specifically in the future." "Alright." The teacher nodded. "Lucy Gold, you go first." I stood up with a blank face and calmly narrated just how poor I was in front of more than 50 classmates. The bell rang. The classroom went from quiet to noisy. Mia walked up to me and threw a ten-dollar bill on the floor. "Runaway mom, crippled dad picking through trash, borrowed tuition from every relative... Student Gold, how are you still alive being this miserable?" "If I were you, I would have died long ago and tried for a better reincarnation." "Luckily, I have a heart. Here, take this ten dollars. It's enough for your dad to pick trash for a day." I was used to being trampled on by those in high positions. Besides, Mia hated me extremely because I looked sixty percent like her. I bent down to pick up the money and put it in my pocket. I smiled brightly: "Thank you for your generosity, Student Sterling." I could afford a meat dish for lunch today. Studying was truly a brain-draining task; eating a three-dollar vegetarian meal left me hungry in no time. After picking up the money, I wanted to walk around her and leave. I had to hurry to the restroom so I could come back and continue doing practice problems. But Mia pushed me back into my seat and leaned in close. In a voice only the two of us could hear, she said: "Don't mention it. I can help you with more than just this." "I've also prepared a big surprise for you!" The next day, I found out what the so-called surprise was. A young master from the school's elite group actually ran over to strike up a conversation with a penniless student like me. After all, compared to the class beauty, my looks were still somewhat inferior. A basketball hit me, the perpetual invisible person. A sunny, handsome boy ran over apologetically. His eyes curved like a puppy's: "Sorry, are you okay?" At first, I didn't notice anything wrong. I just thought it was an unlucky accident. The usually arrogant young master was surprisingly enthusiastic, pulling me and not letting me leave. "Go to the infirmary, or I'll worry." "Or add me on social media. Contact me immediately if you feel uncomfortable anywhere; I'll take full responsibility." Since getting into this key high school, I had never felt kindness. Poverty and wealth seemed to be opposing camps. Because I was uniquely poor, I was a heresy that needed to be dealt with. The fire-bearer was the rich daughter, Mia Sterling. With a wave of her arm, I became an existence that could only be alone. First, I was isolated. Then came textbooks inexplicably soaked in water, excessive physical contact in PE class, and insulting graffiti in the bathroom saying "Lucy Gold is a slut." I was long accustomed to a malicious survival environment. Sudden proactive kindness did not make me overjoyed. It only made me extremely vigilant. In that moment, a thought struck me— This might be the big surprise Mia mentioned. So I calmly rejected the boy. I had to figure out first. What tricks were they playing now. So I could counter them. 2 After school, I quietly followed Mia. Outside an activity room, I heard her conversation with those elite friends. The boy who hit on me during the day now sounded gloomy: "I failed today." The boys laughed uproariously: "Young Master Yao losing his charm? Can't even take down a ghetto girl?" "It's okay, Yao. Three girls have had abortions for you before. Your record is brilliant. No one will look down on you for one failure, hahaha." Mia wasn't in the mood to joke: "This year's blind box game drew that bitch Lucy Gold. One of you must date her and then ruin her when she's most proud." Those usually glamorous boys now looked like ugly demons, baring stinking fangs: "Don't worry. Those girls in the past were all taken down by us without exception. This so-called Lucy Gold won't be an exception." "Exactly. If Yao can't do it, someone else will. We have so many people; one of us will surely move her." "Worst case, we still have the boss. Don't tell me she can resist Julian." Mia's voice suddenly rose: "No!" "Anyone else can go, but Julian Thorne can't." The crowd hooted loudly: "Ooh, ooh, Miss Sterling is jealous?" "Such possessiveness." The room was in chaos. I silently chewed on that name outside. My fingers unconsciously picked at the wall, leaving a crescent-shaped mark. Julian Thorne. So you are one of them too. How nice. In the following days, my peach blossom tree bloomed forcefully. Various young masters took turns appearing. Gentle, steady, mysterious, roguish, refined, wolf-like or puppy-like... They found various reasons to talk to me. Without exception, they all expressed the same wish— To be friends with me. But I rejected them all like a fool: "Sorry, I have to go back and study." For a high school senior, no excuse is more lethal than this. The look on their faces when rejected was particularly wonderful. I would bring it out to savor during breaks from studying. While I was secretly amused. Mia was exasperated and hurt me even more excessively. She wielded scissors to cut my hair and poked me with needles like the evil nanny in dramas, leaving bloody holes. She stripped me naked and threw me into the pool, then smeared superglue on the handrails. To escape, I could only tear off a layer of skin and put on my clothes with bloody hands. These rich kids were very creative. There were too many subtle torture methods. Leaving you with nowhere to complain. Moreover, their families were powerful, and each family had donated a lot of money to the school. As long as it didn't involve criminal law, the teachers would turn a blind eye. Just like the past three years, I gritted my teeth and endured it again. Finally, on Monday a week later. Symbolizing a new beginning of the week, I finally waited for the person I wanted. The high-cold male god, ranked first in the grade, Julian Thorne, descended upon the deserted self-study room. He sat next to me for a long time. Finally, he pointed to my chemistry paper and reminded me: "You chose the wrong answer for this question." "Potassium dichromate is a strong oxidizing substance; the solution cannot be contained in a basic burette." 3 I tested into this key high school from a rural town. Back in my town, I was always first in my grade. I thought I was smart and good at studying. I understood the teacher's points immediately and could easily complete the after-class exercises. But in the first monthly exam after arriving here, I ranked over 400th. No one could understand my feelings at that moment. I thought learning was my talent, my capital for settling down in the future. But after jumping out of the remote small town, I realized I was just ordinary. Ranking over 400th in the grade, I couldn't even get into a decent tier-one university. So I studied desperately. I didn't care about being isolated or bullied. In my world, grades were the only goal. Through my unremitting efforts, I improved to the top 50 in the grade. And stopped there. Then I understood that some things cannot be achieved by subjective will alone. Too many external forces are also essential factors for success. My dad sent me here because he heard the teachers were excellent. Indeed, much better than our small county town. But teachers in the same school are also divided into grades. The best resources were tilted towards Class One. That was the so-called noble class. The students inside were all dragons among men, with prominent family backgrounds. They enjoyed the best educational resources at school and hired famous teachers for tutoring after school. Children supported by the full power of their families were certainly not easily surpassed by someone like me. They firmly occupied the top 50 positions on the leaderboard. Making it hard for me to catch up. Among them, Julian Thorne was the most outstanding. I had heard this name for two years. Mysterious family background, outstandingly beautiful looks, grades always more than 30 points higher than the second place. Even with his cold and arrogant personality, disliking communication with others. He was crowned with the beautiful name of the "Flower of the High Peak." A campus prince with exploding popularity. Almost all girls yearned for him. I was no exception. Such a person, in the last school year, because of a malicious game. Came to my side. It was truly. Too good. That remote and old self-study room became a secret base for Julian and me. After school, we always arrived there one after another with tacit understanding. Without speaking, we each did our own papers. When I scratched my head over difficult problems, he silently approached. Picked up a pen to explain to me. Julian was indeed the undisputed first. His problem-solving ideas were always clear and concise. Many messy problems became clear and simple under his analysis. A boy explaining problems seriously is really charming. His eyelashes drooped like resting butterflies, occasionally flapping their wings. Slender fingers held the pen, writing line after line of formulas fluently. The handwriting was elegant and unconstrained, showing the owner's confidence and freedom. I watched him entranced without knowing it. Suddenly, the pen that was just writing tapped lightly on my forehead. The fair and handsome boy pretended to be angry: "What are you thinking about? Zoning out." As if bewitched, I raised my hand and poked his eyelid with my index finger. "There's a mole here." Brown, very light, hidden in the fold of his double eyelid. Hard to find without looking carefully. Julian froze for a moment, then smiled. The smile was very beautiful. I came back to my senses, hurriedly withdrew my hand, and lowered my head deeply. Exposing my embarrassed red ears to his sight. Sunlight shone through the window, casting our shadows on the table. Under the Tyndall effect, tiny dust particles were like my frantic heartbeat, with nowhere to hide. On such a warm afternoon, Julian confessed to me: "Lucy, I like you. Will you be with me?" 4 I forgot where I saw the theory. Something must be repeated at least seven times to have a place in someone's heart. So I rejected Julian. The reason was the same as rejecting other elite group members: "I don't want to delay my studies." In that instant, I was very sure I saw the disgust and impatience hidden deep in Julian's eyes. But I still rejected him. Not only that, I also changed the signatures of various social software, the title pages of books, and all places displayed to the outside world to vows like "I want to study hard." After that, Julian didn't come to the self-study room again. I didn't care and continued to study step by step. Anyway, I wasn't the one anxious to do bad things. Sure enough, during a break a few days later, Julian condescended to come to the ordinary class to find me. I walked out under the curious gazes of classmates and Mia's jealous gaze. Julian returned to the appearance of a graceful jade-like young man. It seemed that the unhappy parting that day was an illusion. He stood in front of me with a helpless and doting smile on his face: "I am the first in the grade. How could being my girlfriend delay your studies?" "I will definitely help you improve your grades." "Trust me, hmm?" I hesitated: "Really?" Seeing me waver, as if seeing the dawn of victory. He promised firmly: "Of course." "I am Julian Thorne." As expected of Julian Thorne. After half a month of his tutoring, I ranked 36th in the grade in this monthly exam. The best result in history. The day the results came out, I ran excitedly to the self-study room. Julian was indeed there. He stood in the sunlight, like a hero in golden armor. "I said it, definitely possible." I nodded fiercely. He extended his arms, making a gesture waiting for a hug. "Can I hug my girlfriend now?" I smiled and threw myself into his arms. Closing my eyes, not looking at his unwavering eyes. Anyway, he stood in the sunlight, his whole body warmed by the sun. And I, beside him, was also shone on by the sun. Equally warm. That was enough! The education Julian received was indeed different from mine. His textbooks and exercises were exclusively customized. After being with him, he also hired a tutor to customize a study plan for me. With his support, my grades slowly climbed to the top ten. Such results were enough to make me ecstatic. No matter what, dating in this game until now, the benefits I received were real. So I decided to get more into character. Learning that Julian's eighteenth birthday was coming soon, I prepared to celebrate it well for him. I went to find him, wanting to ask if there was any gift he wanted. But I heard Mia's familiar voice: "Julian, I saw you kissing Lucy that day." I stopped. Of course. Vigorous young boys and girls in love, how could they not do intimate things? Kissing? Lips were almost worn out. At first, Julian wasn't keen on kissing, and his technique wasn't good. But gradually, he became addicted. Recently, he enjoyed it even more, holding me on his lap whenever he found a chance, kissing wantonly. Even pulling silver threads when parting. Through the wall, Mia continued to speak: "You remember this is a game, right?" "Your goal is to ruin her life, not to have a sweet romance with her." After a moment of silence, Julian replied: "I didn't forget." This moment of silence seemed to breed Mia's anxiety. Her voice became sharp, gradually containing a crying tone: "Promise me, you can't do that kind of thing with her." "That kind... that kind of intimate thing between husband and wife, you can't do it with her." "Otherwise I won't be able to stand it, I will really collapse." "You know, I... I..." She should be crying; the rest of the words were unspoken. Only intermittent sobbing sounded. Another longer silence, Julian responded in a low voice: "I won't." "She's not worthy!" I picked off a small piece of wall skin and pulled the corner of my mouth silently. Sometimes I couldn't help but pity these rich people. Why so stupid. Always exposing weaknesses in front of people. Last time it was like this, this time too. Declaring what they care about like this, how can people resist not destroying everything they care about? On Julian's birthday, many people came. His friends called me sister-in-law one after another, exceptionally enthusiastic. In the end, someone brought strong drinks, and a group of young men competed in drinking. Julian also drank a lot. He was very well-behaved when drunk. Didn't speak either, just held my hand tightly, nestling in the corner. Occasionally leaning over to kiss my mouth. The private room was hot, and the hands pressed together were full of damp sweat, very uncomfortable. I wanted to break free but was held tighter by Julian. I hooked his head, leaned close, and whispered: "So you're only eighteen, nine months younger than me." "A pity, I still wanted to call you Oppa~" Julian's breath hitched, voice low and hoarse: "Call me that again." I pretended not to understand, feigning confusion: "Call what?" After his breathing became heavy, I chuckled lightly, blowing air in his ear: "Oppa?" He stood up abruptly, dragging me outside. Mia's face was pale, losing her voice to stop him: "Where are you going?" "Julian, don't forget, this is just a..." "Shut up!" Julian shouted. He looked back, glaring at Mia fiercely, deep disgust in his eyes. "Who do you think you are?" "Trying to command me?" Mia lost all color, falling back into her seat in disbelief. But Julian didn't even look back, dragging me away without turning his head.
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