At the edge of the school yard, Zak hangs out by the gate. The afternoon sun in Utah gives everything a warm vibe, but Zak's world is often colder. Zak, who comes from an orphanage background, often finds himself on the outskirts of social circles. However, there's a notable exception – Daphne. She adding color to his life. As the school day ends and lockers close, Zak sees Daphne carrying a bunch of papers. A breeze rolls through, making her hair dance. She throws up a hand to fix it, then shoots Zak a smile. The sun's giving her white outfit a glow, making her look fresh, kinda like moonlight. Zak's hooked, thinking everything in the world is just a backdrop for Daphne. "What's up with the stare-down? Didn't I tell you to bounce?" she asked. "I got some stuff to handle too." "Got it." Daphne hands Zak some of the papers, saying, "Zakky, check these at home. It's the paperwork I grabbed from Mr. Howe." Zak takes it, then hesitates before saying: "Daphne..." "Yeah?" "It's n

Encountering someone with such an uncanny resemblance would make anyone uncomfortable, and Zak was no exception. However, unlike Juelz Vanderose's aversion, Zak remained calm, shifting his gaze away as he began to eat. "Who might you be?" Juelz loosened his tie and casually tossed it onto the sofa. He then stood beside Zak, gazing down at him, scrutinizing him for a moment before bursting into a disdainful chuckle. "Did you get your face done to look like me? How much did it cost?" Juelz was dressed in a sleek black suit, his hair perfectly styled, a smile gracing his refined face, though there was a hint of arrogance in his brows and eyes. He proudly held a golden trophy in his hand. Zak finished chewing his food and replied, "This is my natural face." His nonchalant attitude and their striking resemblance led Juelz to speculate, and his expression turned cold. "While I can still keep my composure, get out immediately." Zak calmly finished the rest of his meal, then turned a

Zak hesitated slightly, then softly replied after a while, "C." She sneered, "I know you were the top student in another school, but you're too arrogant. How could you choose option C for this question? Sit down." Mocking laughter filled the classroom. Zak sat down, rotated the pen in his hand, and looked at the answer B on his notebook. He started calculating the next question expressionlessly. "Juelz, you tell us, which option do you choose?" The teacher asked. The question was difficult, and Juelz couldn't find the answer among the given options. However, Zak had already ruled out option C for him. Though uncertain, Juelz smiled and took a guess, "B." "Very good, indeed the top of the grade. Sit down." She praised Juelz and then pointed at Zak, "Look at Juelz, the top student, and then look at you." Her words were filled with disdain. Zak heard the footsteps approaching him and decided to alter his course. When the teacher came closer and looked at his notebook, her express

Carlos Downs stood there, rooted in place, glancing at the umbrella in his hand and then at Zak in the rain, slowly coming to a realization. Was this guy deliberately avoiding sharing the umbrella? For the first time in his many years, Carlos, the young heir, felt a growing sense of irritation. He briefly contemplated reclaiming his umbrella but ultimately decided to enter the school with it still in hand.As he hurried into the educational building, Zak flicked off the rainwater from his clothing, removed his hat, and elegantly tossed back his hair...."In the afternoon, what's your plan for the parent-teacher meeting?" Terrence patted Juelz on the shoulder and winked. "Don't you want to make your little brother's day unforgettable?"Juelz, still nursing some lingering irritation, shot Terrence a sidelong glance. "Got any great ideas?""I've got plenty of them. It all depends on whether you'd like to witness him getting embarrassed or simply enduring a bit of discomfort," Terrence

After a fierce struggle, he finally saw an opportunity. He gripped Matthias's arm, his eyes ablaze with determination as he declared, "I'm Juelz, really. How did Terrence describe me?"The scorn in Matthias's eyes triggered a wry smile as he abruptly released Juelz's arm, grabbed his hair, and pulled it back forcefully, delivering a resounding slap to his face. "Do you really think I'm that gullible?"Upon arrival, he had received a clear warning, and coupled with the mole beneath his eye, Matthias had no doubts about Juelz's identity. He simply believed that he was being stubborn. "Blame yourself for getting involved with the wrong group." He pulled out his phone and started taking pictures of Juelz.Huddled on the ground, with disheveled hair, Juelz looked utterly pitiful. When he saw Matthias still taking photos, he instinctively shielded his face."Please, no more photos, don't capture my face!""I've been insisting I'm Juelz, Juelz. Why won't you believe me?""Persist, and I'll