I am known throughout the university as the hot-tempered rich girl. My favorite thing to do is spend money to boss my classmates around. A new transfer student couldn't stand it and put me on blast online. As a result, I was cyberbullied, and the whole school panicked. Because I paid people $150 just to run errands. And $750 to argue with people for me. My classmates immediately grabbed their keyboards to defend me: [How dare you anger my sugar mama! I'll fight you!] [I love being her lackey, mind your own business!] The transfer student was stunned. But the netizens went wild, flooding my social media comments: [Please, I want to be your minion too!!] 01 The day the transfer student arrived. It happened to be the day of our class's basketball game against the rival class. Everyone was crammed together under the scorching sun, looking anxious. Except for me. I was sitting under the shade of a tree, wearing sunglasses, and eating a popsicle. In a thirty-foot radius around me, there were only three other people. One was holding a parasol for me, one was holding a portable fan, and the last one was holding my water bottle. Chloe Sterling appeared right at this moment, carrying her backpack. Wearing a white dress, she aggressively pushed through the crowd and asked indignantly: "Excuse me, did you rent out this entire patch of shade?" I lowered my head slightly, looking at her over the rim of my sunglasses, and readily admitted: "Yeah, I Venmoed them $30 each to give up this spot. I don't like being squeezed with people in the middle of summer. It's too hot." The basketball court was only so big, and the area assigned to each class was fixed. It just so happened that our class's section had a shady spot under a tree, so I booked it. I stared at her face and suddenly realized: "Oh, you're the new transfer student the counselor mentioned. Since you're in our class, you get a share of the shade too. Pull up your Venmo QR code, I'll scan you $30." To my surprise, not only did Chloe not pull up her QR code, but she also looked at me with disgust. "For your own selfish desires, you force everyone to cram together under the blazing sun. Aren't you just acting like a stereotypical evil rich girl from a movie, using money to oppress people? This is too much! This is blatant bullying!" Hearing that last word, I laughed speechlessly. I instantly put away the phone I was about to use to transfer her money. Then I turned to ask the three girls surrounding me: "Am I bullying you?" The three of them hurriedly shook their heads in unison. The one holding the parasol even teared up. "Of course not! You saw that the three of us are struggling financially and were about to be unable to pay our tuition. Out of the goodness of your heart, you hired us to run errands for you. $300 a day for holding the umbrella, $150 an hour for fanning! We can finally pay our tuition! Now I don't even have to ask my family for living expenses, which greatly reduces their burden." "Queen B" was the nickname my classmates gave me. I thought it was cute, so I never objected. After hearing what they said, I turned back to Chloe and shrugged: "See? No bullying. They're all very grateful." When Chloe heard those numbers, her eyes turned red with anger. She almost couldn't maintain her holier-than-thou expression. "My living expenses for a whole month are only $150, and you use that to tip someone for fanning you for an hour? You..." She glared at me fiercely: "The school won't allow someone like you to do this!" With that, she stormed off angrily. Watching her back, I couldn't help rolling my eyes. Sounding so self-righteous, when really she was just coveting someone else's money. She was faking it. "But $30 each seems a bit low. It's not easy for everyone in this heat." I took a bite of my popsicle, thought for a moment, and turned around to drop $4,500 into our class's group chat. There are about thirty people in our class, so that's an average of $150 per person. As soon as I hit send, the crowd in front of me erupted. I don't know who started it, but someone yelled, "I love you, Queen B!" In an instant, the entire basketball court was covered by similar shouts. Even the players on the court were confused, wondering which player had such an incredible cheering squad. The people from the other classes, upon learning what happened, could only look over with extreme jealousy. They wished they could immediately fill out a transfer form and live a blissful life of being showered with money by me every day. And Chloe, who hadn't joined the class group chat yet, heard the cheers behind her, stumbled, and almost fell over from anger. 02 The next day during homeroom. Chloe followed our counselor into the classroom. When her gaze fell on me, she wore an extremely smug smile. Sure enough, Mrs. Davis stood at the podium, scanned the room with a sharp gaze, and said: "I've heard reports from students that a bad trend has appeared in our class recently. Paying classmates to serve you? Are you here to study or to be an emperor? I won't name names here, but certain students should watch themselves!" Chloe puffed out her chest, looking triumphant: "Exactly! If I hadn't told Mrs. Davis in time, she would still be in the dark! Some people really are the bad apple that ruins the bunch, turning a good campus environment into a toxic mess." Watching this teacher-student duo put on a show, I curled my lip. Growing up, I hated it most when teachers said "certain students" or "some people." Everyone clearly knows who they mean, but they insist on using these terms. It strips the person being called out of even the chance to defend themselves. So I had no intention of holding back. I stood up with a bright smile: "Mrs. Davis, why don't you just say my name?" Mrs. Davis's face darkened: "Audrey Miller, I was planning to give you a chance to reform, but I didn't expect you to be so shameless as to admit it yourself!" I shrugged my shoulders: "Not at all. I stood up because I wanted to say that you're right. Spending money to buy services is simply a heinous crime. Although I'm willing to spend the money, and my classmates are happy to provide the service—a free market—since you disagree, this practice must be banned." The counselor heard the sarcasm in my words. She turned green with anger and pointed her index finger sharply at me. "Audrey Miller, don't get too arrogant! You will write an essay of reflection. One thousand words... no, two thousand words!" I smiled and continued: "No problem, Mrs. Davis. But before I do, I have a question. Since this whole thing is wrong, shouldn't my classmates return the money to me? After all, according to you, this is ill-gotten wealth. I'll give everyone their dignity back, and everyone will return my money." As soon as those words fell, the entire classroom went silent. The students who had been treating the verbal sparring between me and the counselor as a show suddenly couldn't sit still. They immediately turned their hostility toward the two people at the podium. "What the hell? Why? I'm happy to buy water for Queen B. What does it have to do with the teacher?" "Exactly! And that new girl. I hate snitches the most in my life. She likes showering us with money, why are you being so nosy?" "I didn't have money for tuition, so I asked Mrs. Davis for a low-income grant. She turned around and gave the spot to a student she likes. That student uses an iPhone and wears Air Jordans, and she knows it! If it weren't for Queen B tipping us from time to time, I would have dropped out a long time ago!" "Yeah, I was able to get into the top ten in our grade last semester only because she gave me money, so I didn't have to work a part-time job. Otherwise, my grades definitely wouldn't be this good." "When it comes down to it, it's all Chloe's fault. Stirring up trouble as soon as she joined our class. Get out of our class right now, you're not welcome here!" 03 Hearing the uproar below, Chloe's face turned pale. She bit her lip and stomped her foot: "Why are you all so ungrateful! I'm helping you regain the integrity college students should have!" It would have been better if she hadn't spoken; as soon as she did, the arguments below became even fiercer. "Spit! So taking money means having no integrity? Then give all your money to me, and you can stay pure and untainted." Chloe couldn't argue with so many people, and tears were forced out of her eyes. She originally wanted to use the counselor to take me down a peg, but she didn't expect to incite mass outrage. Chloe nervously tugged at the counselor's sleeve: "Mrs. Davis, I..." Mrs. Davis gave her a comforting look, then slammed her hand on the desk. "Are you all rebelling?! Opposing me like this—do you still want recommendations for internships? Do you still want your credits?!" Instantly, the classroom quieted down again. Having managed students for so many years, she knew exactly how to manipulate them. After all, many opportunities and quotas were in the counselor's hands. The students below looked at each other, not knowing what to choose. Offend me, and there's no money to be made. Offend the counselor, and they feared they wouldn't be selected for many future activities. At this moment, I let out a cold laugh and asked: "Mrs. Davis, what about you? Do you still want your job?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, you're targeting me today, and it's not just because of Chloe's snitching, is it? You know my family is wealthy, and you know I'm generous with my money, but I've never paid you 'tribute.' You've been pissed off for a long time, haven't you?" Mrs. Davis, having her true intentions exposed, revealed a momentary look of guilt. But she quickly adjusted her expression and reprimanded me loudly: "You need evidence when you speak! Is this how your parents raised you?" Bringing up anything else would have been fine, but dragging my parents into it instantly ignited my fury, and I exposed everything she had done one by one. "Isn't it true? We have to pay a $150 class fee every semester, but you never publish where these funds go. Weren't they all embezzled by you? And you secretly accept gifts from parents behind the scenes. Every position in the class has a clear price tag. Do you think we're all blind?" My words sent a shockwave through the classroom, followed by gasps. Someone realized: "Holy shit, so the class fees were embezzled by her! I was wondering why our class paid ten times more than other classes." "Are you an idiot? You're just realizing this now?! If Queen B didn't give us enough normally, who knows how long I would have had to eat instant ramen to make up for that $150." Mrs. Davis's face was now as white as a sheet of paper. In a panic, she stammered: "O-other teachers do this too!" The next second, she violently covered her mouth. But it was too late. That sentence proved everything I said was true. Long ago, she had hinted that I should send her gifts. My dad's assistant had even prepared a debit card. After all, in their eyes, spending some money to make my life at school more comfortable was well worth it. But I refused. Because in my eyes, there's a difference between giving voluntarily and being forced to give. I hadn't reached the point where I needed to be manipulated by a counselor. From the moment this homeroom meeting began, I knew the focus wasn't on judging me, but on the "apologize and hope the counselor won't hold a grudge" phase afterward. Unfortunately for her, Mrs. Davis had kicked a steel plate. 04 After the homeroom meeting ended, all the students, filled with righteous indignation, reported the counselor's bribery to the school administration. Often, parents give gifts secretly so their children don't have to worry. When they asked their parents, they found out that almost all of them had been hinted at by Mrs. Davis. And they had all obediently given gifts. Instantly furious, they wanted to kick down the principal's door and demand an explanation. So very quickly, Mrs. Davis was fired and replaced by a young woman who had just graduated. And because Chloe was a snitch, she was blacklisted in the hearts of all our classmates. She was completely isolated in every class; no one even wanted to sit next to her. Chloe blamed all of this on me. She even went around spreading rumors to students in other classes who didn't know the truth: "That Audrey Miller acts like a tyrant in our class. I just pointed out her mistakes, and she actually led the charge to isolate me. Even Mrs. Davis, who spoke up for me, was pushed out by her." The students who heard her complaints looked hesitant: "Huh? But I heard Mrs. Davis was fired for accepting bribes." Chloe panicked: "Of course that's the excuse they used! Our class is full of greedy people who were bought off by Audrey Miller's petty cash. They twisted the truth, spread rumors, and forced out a good teacher just like that!" I stood behind the two of them, arms crossed, and sneered: "The one spreading rumors is you, right?" Both of them froze. After a few seconds of stiffness, Chloe turned around and scolded: "How dare you, Audrey Miller, eavesdrop on our conversation!" I rolled my eyes: "Please, this is a lecture hall, a public place. Your voice badmouthing me was so loud, it would be hard not to hear you." Although Chloe was sitting in the last row, she deliberately raised her voice. She wanted the students around her to "accidentally" hear my gossip, get a bad impression of me, and then sympathize with her. Using other people's private lives to spark interest and form cliques. Such a childish trick—I thought only elementary school kids used it. I knocked my knuckles on the desk and said to the girl next to Chloe: "Give up your seat." Chloe grabbed the girl's arm and glared at me: "Why should she? Don't give it up!" I didn't waste any more words and pulled out my phone: "Here, pull up your Venmo QR code." The girl had clearly heard about my generosity. Her eyes lit up, and she quickly pulled out her phone. "Ding, $750 received." The girl couldn't suppress the excitement on her face. She quickly stood up, gave a slight bow, and said: "Please, have a seat!" Then she ran off to an empty seat in the front row. Chloe's face looked like she had swallowed a fly: "Spit! Another money-grubber!" Then, she looked at me, taking my seat, as if facing a mortal enemy. "W-what are you going to do?" I chuckled softly: "You really look down on me and my money, don't you?" Chloe scoffed coldly, showing disdain: "Glad you know. I came to college to study, unlike you, ruining the academic atmosphere. It makes me lose my focus." "Then do you know that your scholarship is also my family's money?" Our college's scholarship is very unique. In other colleges, only top students or those with high rankings can get it. But in our college, the scholarship covers 100% of the students. And all of this is funded by my dad. His original intention was to hope that other students would take better care of me because of this. But now, this money was falling into the hands of someone like Chloe. As the owner of this money, I was pissed. Chloe raised her chin: "So what! I earned this scholarship through my own hard work. It has nothing to do with who funded it!" I smiled faintly: "Is that so? Then let me inform you, from now on, you will be the only person in the entire college who cannot receive this money. Since you treat money like dirt, having a little less shouldn't matter, right?" Chloe's face instantly went white, and her voice became shrill: "Audrey Miller, what gives you the right?!" With a cold face, I yelled louder than her: "Because this money comes from my family! Because you, blind fool, dare to spread rumors about me everywhere!" Chloe was a bully to the weak but a coward to the strong. Seeing my aura overpower hers, she immediately backed down. She stammered: "You... you... the counselor won't allow you to act so recklessly!" With that, she ran to the office to complain to the new counselor. However, the counselor couldn't do anything about it. She sighed: "At the end of the day, this money really is from Audrey's family. If they don't want to give it to you, what can we do? We can't reach into her pocket and force her. It's useless to come to me about this; it's useless to go to the department head or the principal. If you want a scholarship, you can work hard yourself, get to the top of the class for finals, and get the one issued by the university." Chloe's face flushed with anxiety, and she stomped her foot: "But even if I get into the top ten, the university's scholarship isn't as much as Audrey's family gives!" A big reason she transferred to this major was hearing that the college offered generous scholarships. But now, because she offended me, the scholarship was gone. And her academic ranking had slipped to the very bottom. It was a complete loss. She wasn't a highly gifted student. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get into the top ten to get the university's scholarship. The new counselor massaged her temples: "Exactly. So why did you provoke her?" Seeing that this new counselor wasn't protecting her like Mrs. Davis did, Chloe could only walk out of the office with red eyes. Later, I heard from her roommates that Chloe's living expenses weren't enough to cover her costs, so she had to take a part-time job. But she was afraid of being laughed at by people she knew, so she secretly worked as an internet cafe attendant in the middle of the night. Sleep-deprived, she became irritable, looked much more haggard, and her grades plummeted even further.
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