Hidden Identity: School Director's Son Bullied

Episode 1's

After the results of the exam came out, I achieved the highest achievement in the class with a total score of 706.

However, what was waiting for me was not congratulations, but the ridiculing gazes from the classmates.

Master held my paper grades and asked me to his office, Fenny, the daughter of the vice principal also followed him.

When he saw me, he showed a defiant look.

The office looked cold because of his AC, our homeroom teacher was waiting for us to sit down, and immediately said, "The quota of scholarships has come out."

His eyes turned towards the two of us, he smiled as he reached out toward Fenny, "Congratulations."

I waited for him to finish speaking expressionlessly, then asked, "Then me?"

The homeroom smile froze for a moment, "Yulias, I called you here to give you coaching. I know you study hard, you get a lot of achievements in three years at school, you have steady and consistent results, while Fenny..."

I continued the homeroom speech, "While Fenny is doing just that, and also bullying weaker classmates."

The classroom guardian fell silent...

Fenny was angry, "Yulias, what are you talking about? Is the last lesson not enough for you?!"

I threw a cold look at him.

The last lesson in question was when he locked me in the bathroom, put bugs and mice on my desk, even stole my books and stationery, then dumped in the trash.

All of these things are known to the homeroom class.

I pointed to Fenny's arrogant appearance, "Despite that, is she still eligible for the scholarship ration?"

The classroom guardian felt awkward, gestured to Fenny, then tried to calm me down, "With your achievements, you can choose any university in the country. But..."

I cut him off, "Didn't the announcement mention that the scholarship quota will be given first to first rank ?"

No, that's a significant difference.

When I was in high school, I bet with my dad that if I could get a scholarship, I could choose a music major over a financial management major.

I looked at the homeroom teacher, "For three years in school, I've been awarded the national level five times, the city level sixteen times, and the school level countless times.

Every time the exam, I was always the first rank steadily. But with all that, is he still eligible for a scholarship?"

The classroom guardian suddenly broke into a sweat, talking stammering without knowing what to say.

Fenny looked at me furiously, raising his voice, "You're really troublesome, obviously, just a scholarship allowance, if I'm not happy, I can't make you proud for life!"

I paid no heed to it, just stared intently at the homeroom teacher.

Until he finally can't wait to say, "Rules do exist, but humans are alive. The amount of scholarship allowance has been determined and cannot be changed, you can still struggle to achieve a higher UN value only, the difference is not so significant."

I nodded, retracted my gaze, and left the room.

But once out of the office, Fenny chased me and called out, "Julias, there are people born in the starting line, and others born as slaves. If you want to complain, you should blame your father who is not good enough!"

After I got out of the office, I pulled out my phone and called my "slave father.

He didn't answer.

Not long after, my father sent a message in WA, "Just arrived at the American embassy, what's the matter dear?"

I smiled, "No problem."

There is only one who calls us slaves.