Nicholas turned to Barry, his voice as cold as steel, demanding the truth. "Speak the truth now. Are you really the 'Golden Boy' as you claimed?" Nicholas's words hung heavily in the air, a clear challenge. Richard had already briefed Nicholas about Barry’s deceit, and how he had hacked into a popular streamer's account to impersonate the real 'Golden Boy.' This was the moment Barry had been dreading—the moment when his lies would be exposed for all to see. Under the weight of the beating from Nicholas’s men, Barry crumbled, his resolve shattered. He could no longer bear the physical pain or the mental strain of keeping up his façade. "My name is Barry, and I'm just an ordinary student," he confessed, his voice barely audible at first. "I know a lot about hacking. When I found out about the 'Golden Boy,' a popular streamer, I saw an opportunity. I figured out there was a loophole in his account’s security. Once I hacked it, I decided to assume his identity, posing as the 'Golden Bo

As Richard made his way to the class, he couldn't help but feel the weight of his classmates' stares. The tension in the air was palpable. Every face seemed to hold some unspoken question, and Richard found himself wondering if he had done something wrong. His eyes scanned the room, but he couldn't make sense of what was happening until he overheard a conversation from the row behind him."Who knows if the school thief is someone from our class?" The voice was low but carried a distinct hint of suspicion. Richard's heart skipped a beat.Before he could process it, he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Charles and Oliver, his two closest friends, both of them looking at him with a certain level of concern.“Have you heard about the recent school thief? They’ve been stealing from everyone, and rumors say that the thief might be from our class,” Charles said, his voice edged with worry.“Yeah, and you know... a lot of people are looking suspiciously at others. Have you heard anything abou

Richard rushed back to the field, clutching the whistle and card in his hands. The match was already in full swing when he returned, and the atmosphere was tense. The game was more than just a match—it was a battle for the Chancellor's Cup, and the stakes were high for everyone involved. Richard, although not officially part of the class team, was still connected to the effort in his own way. His classmates were already anxious, hoping for a victory, but when they saw Charles's header give their team a lead, the atmosphere shifted from nervousness to excitement. However, the other team quickly equalized, and with that, the pressure began to build. The tension was palpable, and the once-celebratory mood now turned into a collective anxiety. It felt as if the class's hopes of winning were slipping away. The department of Psychology, which was the rival team, had clearly stepped up their game, and Richard's classmates realized that the match was far from over. Dominic, one of the star p

The school cafeteria had become a makeshift celebration spot for Richard’s incredible performance on the field. The round table they gathered around was the same one where Charles, Oliver, and Richard were still processing everything that had unfolded. Despite the celebratory atmosphere, they couldn’t stop talking about Richard’s stunning display of football skill.“Richard, you’ve got to tell us how you’ve hidden such incredible talent all this time,” Charles said, still in awe.Richard leaned back in his chair, looking at the two friends with a quiet smile. “It’s something I’ve had since I was a child. I never really put much focus on it because of all the other things I’ve been busy with. It was just for fun. I never thought it would get to this level.”Oliver, trying to bring a little more light to the situation, added, “Well, if you ever do decide to give football a real shot, I’m sure you’d be amazing at it.”Richard shook his head slightly. “I appreciate it, but I don’t see foot

Mr. Spencer watched in disbelief as Richard and Mr. James walked out of his office, the heavy atmosphere of tension lifting with each step they took. It felt as though his world had shifted in an instant. The young man he had planned to expel—someone he had written off as just another rebellious student—was now walking away unscathed, while he, the vice chancellor, was left with nothing but a bruised ego and a shaken confidence. The silence in the office was deafening."Mr. Wade," Spencer said in a voice that was barely above a whisper, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "What just happened?"Mr. Wade, still trying to process the situation, stood frozen for a moment. "I... I don’t know, sir. I never expected Mr. James to be involved. I thought we had this all figured out.""You thought wrong," Spencer snapped. His eyes narrowed. "How could you let this happen? Richard Morgan just outmaneuvered both of us, and now we're left looking like fools!"Mr. Wade shifted uncomfortably unde