Stop Imagining Things. I Really Don’t Know Any Big Shots

On a stormy day, twenty luxury cars lined up outside the school gates, and the city’s bigwigs fought over who would get to be my chauffeur.

The education bureau chief’s thermos had my name engraved on it. The richest man’s daughter secretly took my picture and posted it on her social media. Whenever officials came to inspect, they fussed over me and asked how I was doing.

The whole school said I was an elite with powerful connections. My best friend kept pushing me to admit I was secretly from a rich family.

But only I knew...

Not long ago, my father was still chasing unpaid wages at a construction site, while my sick mother sold food at a night market.

Then, in the study of a certain bigwig, I happened to see my file:

[Unique Anomalous Human: Lu Ye 20060623]

“Stop guessing. I really don’t know any of these bigwigs.”

“The whole world is pretending to love me.”