After the Young Master Was Bullied at His New School

The real young master was welcomed back into the family, leaving me, the fake young master, in an awkward position. So I packed my things overnight and returned to the small, no-name county town where I should have been born.

I transferred to a school overrun with bleached-blond punks and delinquent girls.

I looked down at my coat, ruined by spilled milk tea.

With a quiet sigh, I pulled up the purchase receipt and held out my payment QR code.

“Forty-eight thousand. Pay up.”