The Day I Transferred, the Entire Class Looked at Me With Pity

The day I transferred to my new class, everyone looked at me with pity. Because my desk mate was the school’s notoriously vicious, unrestrained bad boy. The girl sitting in front of me was a famously arrogant, domineering rich heiress. And the guy sitting behind me was a ridiculously popular teen idol who barely ever showed up to class. It’s worth mentioning that these three made up the most stable triangle in the entire school—ranking dead last, second to last, and third to last in every exam. But starting today, they wouldn't have to hang their heads in shame over their terrible grades anymore. Because their god had arrived. 01 On my first day at my new school, I walked into the classroom wearing faded, washed-out jeans and slightly cracked sneakers. Everyone looked at me with pity. Probably because I looked completely out of place in this elite, private prep school. My assigned seat was in the far back corner. After the teacher pointed to my desk, the class’s pity turned into sheer sympathy. I didn't understand why until I got to my desk. My desk mate was a guy with an absolute mess of spiky, alternative hair. He wasn't wearing the school uniform. Instead, he wore a black tank top under a black leather jacket covered in studs. He looked like someone you absolutely did not want to mess with. My desk’s cubby was also completely stuffed with his junk. Gaming consoles, decks of cards, and a massive hoard of snacks—it honestly looked like a convenience store exploded inside my desk. This punk-rock desk mate loudly chewed his gum and warned me in a low voice: "If you want to survive at this school, keep your mouth shut and sit somewhere else." There were actually a few empty seats further back, but they were too far from the chalkboard. I wouldn't be able to read anything. "Are you deaf? I said move. You don't deserve to sit next to me." The moment the words left his mouth, I started pulling everything out of my cubby, dumping it all onto the top of my desk. "Wow! Are all these welcome gifts for me?! Thank you so much! You are so sweet!" "Bullshit! Who said those were for you?!" He lunged forward to grab his stuff, but I dodged. "Oh, if they aren't for me, did you bring them from home? Wait, doesn't the school rulebook say we can't bring these things to class?" The teacher at the front of the room frowned deeply, glaring at him. "Liam? What is going on? Haven't I told you countless times that gaming consoles are strictly prohibited on school grounds?" Seeing the teacher marching down the aisle to confiscate his stash, Liam panicked and forcefully shoved the entire pile toward me. "No, Mr. Davis! These are... these are all welcome gifts for the new student!" Liam glared at me, gritting his teeth as he hissed, "After all, a broke charity case like you has probably never seen nice things like this in your entire life, right?" He didn't hold back his insults. Unfortunately for him, if someone throws mud at me... I pick it up, shove it in their mouth, and insult their entire bloodline. "Thank you so much! You're right, I really haven't seen things like this before! Back in my rural village, I only ever saw pigs that ran around in the mud. This is my very first time seeing one that speaks English!" Liam’s eyes went wide. Just as he was about to explode, I quickly pointed at a sheet of Peppa Pig stickers sitting in the pile, smiling innocently to show I totally meant no offense. The teacher interrupted us, rushing me to sit down so class could start. The second I sat down, Liam threatened me: "I'm going to remember this. Just you wait. I'm going to make your life a living hell. You're gonna eat it." Hearing that, I excitedly pulled a plastic grocery bag out of my pocket. "Oh, perfect! Can I get it to-go?" I had heard the cafeteria food at this prep school was incredible. I had fought tooth and nail through a brutal national academic competition, catching the principal’s eye, which earned me a full-ride scholarship to get in here. But apparently, on my very first day, I had provoked the exact wrong person. 02 As soon as the bell rang, Liam got a phone call and stormed out. The girl sitting in front of me turned around, looked me up and down, and rolled her eyes. "You're so ugly. You pissed off Liam. Your good days are officially over." That was when a nearby student whispered to me that Liam was the school’s most notorious bad boy. His family was incredibly wealthy and powerful, so no one dared to cross him. The girl in front of me flipped her long, wavy hair, letting out an ambiguous, mocking scoff. I looked at her, examining her face, and then said with absolute sincerity: "You are so beautiful." I wasn't lying. I had genuinely never seen a girl this pretty in real life. I subtly glanced at the name written on her notebook. Chloe Sterling. Even her name sounded expensive. Hearing my genuine praise, Chloe paused. But a second later, she put her arrogant, nose-in-the-air mask back on. "Save the flattery. Don't think complimenting me means I'm going to protect you." That reminded me—I probably needed to start thinking about my personal safety. "So... what exactly is he going to do to me?" Drag me outside and beat me up? A one-on-one fight, or getting jumped by a whole gang? No one answered my question. Aside from the arrogant heiress, everyone else just looked at me with deep pity. But I got my answer very soon. Right after school ended, I was "politely escorted" to the basketball gym. Four or five guys surrounded me. Liam sat on the bleachers a few feet away, smiling smugly. "Well? It's not too late to get on your knees and apologize." I cautiously backed up, trying to reason with them first. "Come on, guys. Deep down, we're all the same kind of people." One of the guys cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing loudly in the gym. He gave a terrifying grin. "Who the hell is the same kind of person as you?" I nodded frantically in panic. "Seriously! Aren't we all just young, patriotic Americans pursuing the American Dream?" The entire gym fell dead silent. By the time they processed what I said, I had already bolted out the gym doors. The guys yelled, "Don't let her get away!" and sprinted after me. An epic campus chase sequence officially began. I bolted straight into the principal's office, scaring the poor man so badly he choked on his coffee. "Chloe?! What are you... hey! Don't jump!" I had scrambled straight onto the window ledge, half my body hanging outside the building. The principal let out a shrill, panic-stricken scream. The guys chasing me barged in and froze. Liam, especially, stood rooted to the floor, his eyes bulging like saucers. I gripped the window frame tightly. Whenever anyone took a step forward, I leaned further out, terrifying the principal into playing a high-stakes game of Red Light, Green Light. "Chloe! Let's talk this out! Just come down first, okay?!" I huddled against the window frame, refusing to move. "They're bullying me! I want my mom!" The principal was sweating bullets. "We can fix this! You're our top scholarship student! How about this—I'll call your mom right now, okay?" "My mom is a little hard to reach." "It's fine! I'm the principal, I can reach anyone! Just tell me how to contact her!" I thought for a second, then said slowly, "Well, you'll need to prepare some candles, incense, and maybe an Ouija board... and wait until midnight... Or I could just jump out this window and go see her right now!" I made a sudden movement toward the edge, and the principal literally dropped to his knees in terror. Now, not only was I stunned, but the guys behind me were completely petrified. "Chloe, let's just talk! Tell me exactly who was bullying you!" I didn't say a word. I just stared dead at Liam. The principal finally stood up, turned around, and roared at him: "I am calling your father RIGHT NOW!" 03 Half an hour later, a sleek black Mercedes pulled up to the school gates. Liam's father had arrived. After hearing the whole story, he didn't hold back, furiously ripping into Liam in front of everyone. "Who gave you the right to act like a mafia boss at school?! Fighting and bullying little girls like some street thug—is that what makes you a man?!" Liam, who had been so arrogant earlier, didn't dare utter a single syllable. He just stood in the corner, taking the verbal beating. After he finished yelling at Liam, the man walked over to me. "You must be Chloe. I am so incredibly sorry. My son is an immature idiot. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive him." I gave a silent nod. Liam's father grabbed Liam by the collar and yanked him forward. "Apologize to her properly! And when her parents get here, you are going to apologize to them too!" "You don't need to do that, sir. My mom can't come." When calling parents, the principal had only called Liam's dad. The man had vaguely heard about my background from the school board and quickly guessed the answer. "And your father?" "He can't come either." The principal quickly stepped in to smooth things over. "Chloe's family situation is a bit complicated. Both of her parents have passed away." Hearing that, Liam's father took a sharp breath, a look of profound guilt washing over his face. After the principal finally coaxed me down from the window and urged me to head home, I was just about to leave when I heard Liam getting chewed out again. "This poor girl has had such a hard life, and you have the nerve to lay your hands on her?! Look at your grades! You are permanently dead last in your class!" "Do you have any idea how much your mother and I have sacrificed for you?! We hire tutors that charge $500 an hour, and this is the garbage report card you bring home?!" "Let me make this clear: if you rank dead last again on the midterm, don't even bother coming home!" Hearing the words "$500 an hour," I instantly slammed on the brakes. I waited until the man left. When Liam finally walked out of the office, he spotted me immediately, crouching in the hallway corner. He glared at me, his tone incredibly impatient. "Why haven't you left yet? Do you want to fight me again?" I violently shook my head, plastering on the most sycophantic, eager smile I could muster, and scurried up to him. "Um... do you need a tutor? I can tutor you! And I don't charge $500 an hour! $50 is plenty!" Liam rolled his eyes, completely ignoring me, and kept walking. I scampered right behind him, aggressively pitching my services. "I'm serious! Trust me, I guarantee I can get you out of dead last place on the midterm!" "That's hilarious. Do you have any idea how elite the tutors my parents hire are? They couldn't fix me. You think you can?" "What if I can?" Liam scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets, walking with a careless swagger. "Don't waste my time, and don't waste yours. I can't study. Even memorizing a single vocabulary word is a massive struggle for me." "Then do you believe I can make you memorize a vocabulary word in under 60 seconds?" Liam finally stopped walking. He turned around and glared at me fiercely. "Why are you so annoying?! What do you even get out of this?" His yelling startled me. I instantly put on a deeply tragic, heartbroken expression. "You know... I used to have a boyfriend who I loved very much. But he forgot all about me." Liam froze in place. After a long silence, he slowly raised a finger and pointed at himself. "It wasn't... me, was it? That's impossible. You're lying." "Of course I'm lying! The word is 'Forget.' F-O-R-G-E-T. To fail to remember. Memorize that word, it's definitely going to be on the midterm." The moment I said that, Liam's face contorted violently. "Dammit. The knowledge just entered my brain in the most toxic, non-consensual way possible." 04 But the very next day, Liam walked up to my desk and threw $500 in cash right in front of me. "Starting today, you're my tutor." I snatched the cash instantly and gave him an ironclad guarantee. "No problem! I promise you won't be dead last on the midterm!" And so, I began crafting a highly customized curriculum for Liam. Since I was getting paid, I was going to be professional. I designed the entire lesson plan specifically tailored to his abysmal baseline. But Liam made one thing clear: his secret, desperate grind session absolutely could not be discovered by anyone else. So, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday after school, we met in secret at the basketball gym. But despite our best efforts, people eventually found out. Not long after, a girl came up to me and started fishing for info. "Are you and Liam getting really close lately? I saw him waiting for you after school the other day." I looked at the girl. She looked somewhat familiar, but I couldn't remember her name to save my life. I gave a neutral, non-committal answer. "We're alright." The moment I said that, a loud bang erupted from the front row. Chloe slammed her hands on my desk, standing up furiously. "What exactly is your relationship with Liam right now?" The girl who was questioning me quickly pulled Chloe down to sit, then shot me a venomous glare. "Do you have any idea that Chloe and Liam have been childhood sweethearts forever?! Don't even think about trying to seduce him." "Wait, no, I'm not!" I desperately wanted to explain, looking at Chloe with profound, maternal disappointment. Such a beautiful, delicate flower. Why on earth is she obsessed with that spiky-haired pile of manure? Chloe completely missed the pity in my eyes. She just glared at me harder. "I don't care what your relationship is. Just stay the hell away from him." I felt incredibly conflicted. Just yesterday, Liam had tossed another $2,000 at me to keep tutoring him. According to him, the last English pop quiz was the first time in his entire life he had managed to translate every single sentence without staring blankly at the paper. Seeing my silence, Chloe angrily kicked my desk. Unfortunately for her, the desks at this prep school were built like tanks. The desk didn't budge an inch, but her face twisted in agonizing pain. Seeing her get hurt, the girl next to her immediately started comforting her, while shooting me an icy, threatening look over her shoulder. "You're dead. Wait for me after school." I didn't have to tutor today, and I was originally planning to go to my part-time job. Right before leaving school, I went to the restroom. The moment I walked out of the stall, a group of girls cornered me. I rubbed my temples and gave a bitter laugh. Seriously? What kind of garbage school is this? People are constantly forming fight clubs every single day. Does the administration literally do nothing?! "Hey! Who gave you the nerve to try and seduce Liam?" The girls backed me into a corner, hurling insults one after another. "So shameless. All she knows how to do is play the pathetic victim." "Exactly. Let's beat the crap out of her, that'll teach her a lesson." Standing on the edge of the group, I spotted the girl who had been hovering around Chloe earlier today. She seemed to be the ringleader. Another girl next to her asked nervously, "Hey, what if Chloe finds out we did this? She explicitly told us not to..." "Shut up! Everyone knows she likes Liam! We're just helping her out!" With that, the ringleader gave the signal, and the group rolled up their sleeves and marched toward me. I glanced around the room, then immediately ducked into the janitor's closet. "If you mess with me, you are kicking a literal steel plate!" I grabbed a wet mop and dunked it directly into the nearest toilet bowl. The girls' eyes went wide in sheer horror, and they scrambled backward. As the ancient proverb says: A mop dipped in toilet water makes you an invincible god of war. Today, they were going to taste my wrath. Just as the epic battle was about to erupt, someone suddenly burst into the restroom. "STOP! What are you doing?! Who told you to bully her?!" 05 Chloe shoved her way to the front, shielding me behind her, and screamed at the ringleader. "Didn't I tell you explicitly NOT to bother her?! Sarah, what the hell is this?!" The girl named Sarah shrank back nervously. "I... I was just trying to help you! You saw how close she was getting to Liam. What are you supposed to do? We just wanted to warn her to stay away from him." "I told you I don't need your help! If I have to win a guy through cheap bullying, I don't fucking want him!" I quietly poked my head out from behind Chloe's back, studying her expression. Damn, sister. That was badass! "If I like him, I'll pursue him myself. But who he chooses to like is his own business." "Most importantly, I will absolutely not allow you to use my name as an excuse to bully someone else." With that, Chloe grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the restroom, leaving the group of girls standing there, too terrified to follow. Once we were out in the hallway, Chloe finally apologized to me. "I'm sorry. I had no idea they were going to do that to you. I asked Liam about it—he said you guys are just tutoring. You should go home now." I checked the time. It was too late to make it to my part-time job anyway. My shift was far from school, and it took a 20-minute bus ride just to get there. Honestly, tutoring was way more lucrative. My eyes darted around, looking at Chloe, and a bold idea suddenly flashed in my mind. "Um... have you ever thought about getting a tutor?" "Me?" "Yeah! Yeah! I heard you're ranked second to last in the grade. Don't you want to reconsider?" Chloe rolled her eyes. "So what if I'm second to last? I only stayed at the bottom to be closer to him." "But he's getting tutored by me now! I promised him that after the midterms, he absolutely won't be dead last anymore. When his rank goes up, won't you just be further away from him?" Chloe instantly fell silent, clearly processing my logic. I quickly doubled down on my sales pitch. "Seriously, just hire me to tutor you too! I promise I won't play favorites. You guys just listen to my lessons, try your best on the exam, and I guarantee your rankings will be right next to each other!" Hearing that, Chloe agreed on the spot. So, my new schedule began: tutoring Liam on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays; tutoring Chloe on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays; taking Sundays off. Neither of them hesitated when it came to paying my tutoring fees. In less than half a month, my bank account was absolutely overflowing. Even though their academic foundations were horrifyingly terrible, I had the energy and the ruthless methods to fix them. With money in my pocket, my eyes started drifting toward the various shops around the school. There was a bakery that always wafted the smell of fresh bread right when school ended. Every time I smelled it, I practically lost the ability to walk. After tutoring today, I finally worked up the courage to walk into the bakery and buy a strawberry shortcake slice. But as I bought it, the cashier kept giving me a really strange look, making my chest tighten. Is there something wrong with this cake? It was my first time buying a fancy cake in my life, so I was incredibly cautious. I verified the price three separate times before handing over my cash. As I turned around to grab my cake, I heard the cashiers whispering. "Stalker fans are so terrifying these days!" "Seriously. I can't believe they followed him all the way to his school." I was still completely confused. Holding my freshly bought cake, I walked out the door—and bumped straight into a tall guy wearing a baseball cap and a black surgical mask. He turned back to look at me, and when he saw the strawberry cake in my hand, his eyes filled with intense irritation. "Do you stalker fans seriously have nothing better to do? What do you want from me?" 06 I looked left. I looked right. Seeing no one else around, I finally realized he was talking to me. The guy talking was incredibly tall. With the cap and mask, I couldn't see his face, but the absolute disgust in his eyes was impossible to hide. I stared back at him, utterly bewildered. "Bro... who even are you?" If he had persecution paranoia, I highly suggested he seek professional therapy immediately. "Hmph, stop acting dumb. You followed me all the way to my school, didn't you? You just saw me buy a strawberry cake, so you immediately bought the exact same one." "Can you please get a life of your own? Stop following me, okay?" Before I could even process what was happening, the guy dropped a "Don't follow me" and stormed off. Seriously, who the hell was that guy? Why was he acting like such an arrogant prick? The incident stuck in my mind, but I never expected to run into him at school the very next day. I had been at this school for almost a month, and the guy assigned to the desk directly behind me—who had never shown up once—finally made an appearance. I heard he was a teen idol who debuted early and was currently a massively popular boyband member. Because his schedule was so packed, he was practically a ghost, spending most of his time on a leave of absence. I walked into the classroom with my backpack. When I got a clear look at his face, I stopped in my tracks. It was an incredibly gorgeous face. His features were sharp and flawless, looking exactly like someone who had just stepped out of a manga. But just as I stepped closer to get a better look at his face, he made eye contact with me, and his expression instantly darkened. "Are you stalker fans ever going to quit?! How did you even get enrolled in this school?! Does the administration do absolutely nothing?!" His loud outburst made the entire class turn and stare at us. Liam, who had been dead asleep on his desk, woke up groggily and lifted his head. Chloe quickly rushed over and shielded me behind her back. "Noah, what the hell are you saying? This is our new transfer student, Chloe." Liam instantly backed me up too. "Yeah, back off. She's our private tutor now. I'm relying entirely on her to get me out of dead last." Hearing that, Noah finally realized he had made a massive mistake. But after a brief, awkward silence, his response was basically no response at all. "Oh. I see." He turned his head and refused to look at me, clearly not intending to apologize for falsely accusing me twice. Since I hadn't actually suffered any real damage, I couldn't be bothered to argue with him. I had to tutor Liam after school today anyway. We stayed in the basketball gym until it was pitch black outside. Finally, he finished the last question, threw his pen down, and let out a massive sigh of relief. I looked over his completed practice exam, extremely satisfied. I packed up my things to leave. Just as I walked out of the gym, I heard rapid footsteps behind me. "Hold on, wait for me." Noah suddenly popped out from some dark corner and quickly blocked my path. "Are you seriously tutoring Liam and Chloe right now?" I nodded, looking at him in confusion. Seeing me confirm it, Noah looked like he was having a full-blown panic attack, frantically scratching his head. "Does that mean... they're never going to be dead last and second to last ever again?!" This time, I nodded even faster. Are you kidding? Under my intensive, hyper-focused training, those two were guaranteed to break into the top 500 on the midterms at the very least. Noah's eyes went wide, and his fists clenched tightly at his sides. I stared at the bulging veins on the back of his hands and slowly took a step back. What is this guy trying to do? Is he trying to sabotage my paycheck? Suddenly, Noah let go of his fists, rummaged frantically through his designer backpack, and pulled out his phone. "Pull up your Venmo QR code. I'm paying you right now. Starting today, you have to tutor me too." 07 It turned out, Noah was the legendary "Third to Last" in our grade. He, Liam, and Chloe had formed a stable, unbreakable alliance, permanently occupying the bottom three ranks of the entire school. More importantly, if Liam and Chloe improved their grades, Noah would be automatically bumped down to dead last. And for a massively popular teen idol, being ranked dead last academically was a career-ending PR disaster. "So you have to tutor me. I absolutely cannot be dead last." I was completely speechless. Because I genuinely couldn't comprehend how being "third to last" was somehow not a PR disaster. But the moment Noah transferred the money, and I saw the string of zeros hit my account balance, I flashed my brightest smile. Anyone who turns down easy money is an absolute idiot. I instantly restructured my curriculum. Starting today: Noah on Mondays and Wednesdays, Chloe on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and Liam on Fridays and Saturdays. There was exactly one week left until midterms. I unleashed a brutal, all-encompassing academic bootcamp on all three of them. Right before the exam, I hammered my final test-taking strategies into their brains: "Remember: If three answers are long and one is short, pick the shortest! If three are short and one is long, pick the longest! If they're all random lengths, just pick C!" "For the fill-in-the-blank math questions, if you don't know it, guess 1 or 0! And any number inside a square root is absolutely going to be a perfect integer!" I had prepared a set of high-yield crash-course study guides and forced them to memorize them purely through brute force. A week later, the midterms finally ended. The results came out quickly. Liam and Chloe didn't disappoint—they smashed their way straight into the top 500. And Noah successfully avoided the dead-last spot, jumping up over a hundred ranks. When they received their report cards, all three of them were absolutely stunned. Liam immediately pulled out his phone to call his dad and brag. "Chloe, you are a literal god! From now on, I will not allow anyone in this school to raise their voice at you!" "I never in my wildest dreams thought I could get grades like this." "Thank God. I can finally give my manager a decent update," Noah sighed in relief. The three of them took turns praising me until my ego was practically in orbit. According to Liam, he had barely eaten or slept leading up to the exams. Because the parent-teacher conferences were scheduled right after the exams, he was absolutely terrified that the second the conference ended, his dad would treat him to a "leather belt massage." Since I didn't have any family to attend, while everyone else's parents filled the classroom, I sat alone at my desk. Under the pitying, sympathetic gaze of the homeroom teacher, I swaggered out of the classroom like a boss. Is not having parents attend really that terrifying? I looked back into the classroom. Liam was standing next to his dad, too terrified to even breathe loudly. Until his dad finally looked up from the report card and broke into a massive, proud smile. "Not bad at all! I knew you had it in you, kid!" Liam nodded excitedly. "I know, right, Dad?! You have no idea how hard I grinded for this." Looking further back, Noah's parents hadn't shown up. Surprisingly, his manager was sitting at his desk. The manager looked at his test scores with an equally thrilled expression. "Finally, some actual improvement! Keep pushing, work a little harder, and we can finally start marketing you as the 'Genius Scholar Idol'!" Everyone was laughing and celebrating. I was just about to leave when I suddenly heard a sharp, harsh voice: "You barely improved your grades a tiny bit, what are you looking so smug about?!" I turned toward the sound. Chloe's mother was holding her test paper, flipping it over casually before tossing it aside. "It's just pure luck. Don't forget you've been second to last your entire life." Chloe stood next to her. The usually arrogant, domineering heiress was currently gripping the hem of her skirt, trembling with anxiety. "But I scored higher than my little brother this time..." "Why are you comparing yourself to your brother?! Can you even compare to him?! Your brother is brilliant, well-behaved, and mature. You scored higher than him on one single test, what gives you the right to compare yourself to him?!"

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