Rumor had it that even the former homeroom teacher’s pension had been revoked. When the students heard the news, they felt a deep sense of satisfaction. That old man had spent years discriminating against students from less wealthy families—he deserved it. Ms. Ruby appeared to be in her early thirties, with a well-maintained, sharp yet elegant appearance. Her long black hair was neatly tied back, giving her a clean and capable look. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on her delicate nose, and her lips, though unpainted, were naturally rosy. Feeling the enthusiasm in the students’ applause, Ms. Ruby’s expression softened, bringing a hint of warmth to her otherwise serious face. Whether intentional or not, Arthur couldn’t help but notice that Ms. Ruby’s eyes lingered on him—watchful, curious. "Good morning, everyone. From now on, we’ll study together, improve together, and strive to get into our dream universities. Let’s make our high school years a wonderful experience!" Her clear, pleasant voice was a stark contrast to the old homeroom teacher’s dull monotone. The classroom atmosphere brightened instantly—except for Zac, whose expression darkened with a cold, hard glint. He glared at Arthur with hatred, his eyes flashing with malice. Arthur, one day, you will regret everything you did today. His humiliation this morning had spread like wildfire. He had secretly checked the livestream chat—every prestigious family in the social circle was criticizing him. The day passed quickly. During a break, Arthur transferred every last cent in his bank account to invest in the stock he had researched the day before. By tomorrow, if all went as expected, his balance would multiply several times over. Oddly, Zac was eerily quiet today. He didn’t mock Arthur, didn’t provoke him—didn’t do anything at all. Then, after the final class ended, Zac suddenly walked up to him. His usual smug disdain was gone, replaced with a warm smile. "Arthur, tomorrow is my birthday. Dad has already booked a banquet hall at Glenford Hotel. You must come tomorrow night!"Arthur raised an eyebrow. So this is what he was waiting for. In his previous life, John had thrown Zac a grand birthday party at the best hotel in South City. That year, Zac had unexpectedly invited Arthur to attend. Arthur had been overjoyed. He thought that he was finally being acknowledged—that he would finally be able to step into the public eye as a rightful member of the Gray family. If the upper-class circle recognized his identity, he wouldn’t have to keep hiding at school. No one would dare to bully him anymore. Even Zac, under public scrutiny, would have to restrain himself. But there was a problem—Arthur had no formal attire. His wardrobe consisted of old, worn-out clothes he had been wearing for years. Just as he was feeling troubled, Zac had appeared in his room with a stunningly expensive suit. It was beautifully tailored, made from the finest materials, designed by a renowned fashion house. The moment Arthur put it on, he was reluctant to take it off. Zac had smiled and said it was a gift—a late birthday present to make up for missing his actual birthday. Arthur had felt a little suspicious, but his excitement overpowered his doubts. He wanted so badly to stand in the spotlight. He wanted so desperately to escape the days of being bullied and humiliated. But on the night of the party, just as he was about to step onto the stage and take a family photo with the Grays, Zac had suddenly looked heartbroken and accused him of stealing the suit. Arthur still remembered that moment vividly. His parents and three sisters had looked absolutely furious. On the spot, they had revoked his right to join the family photo and, in front of all the guests, outright declared that he was not their son. Because in their eyes, having a thief for a son was too shameful to bear. No matter how much Arthur tried to explain, they refused to listen. They were too busy comforting the grieving Zac. It wasn’t until much later that Arthur realized the truth—Zac had orchestrated everything because he knew that as they grew older, Arthur’s real identity would eventually come to light. So, he had chosen the moment when the most people were watching to completely ruin Arthur’s reputation. That way, even if Arthur’s true identity was exposed in the future, this scandal would always remain a stain on his name. Arthur took a deep breath, suppressing the bitter memories of his past life. Then, he suddenly smiled and said, "Alright. I’ll be there on time tomorrow night." Hearing his agreement, Zac’s smile widened. "Then it’s settled!" "Oh, right." Zac pretended to suddenly remember something. "You don’t have a proper suit, do you?" Ha. Arthur sneered internally. Even in this life, though things had changed slightly, Zac’s petty little tricks remained exactly the same. Arthur feigned disappointment and sighed. "No. Forget a suit—I don’t even have a decent outfit to wear." Zac’s grin nearly split his face. "I have plenty of suits," he said smugly. "Tomorrow, I’ll send one over for you."