Chapter 2

Lucas, like me, was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

But unlike his name suggested, he wasn't a gentle young man, but rather had a violent streak.

In high school, a poor student transferred to our class.

But on his first day, this boy wore a pair of Air Jordans.

For Lucas, Air Jordans weren't anything special.

But he couldn't stand what he saw as poor people pretending to be rich.

So he picked a fight, asking the boy where he got the money to buy Air Jordans, and if he had become a male prostitute.

The boy wasn't one to take things lying down, and immediately punched Lucas.

But what he didn't know was that Lucas's aunt was one of the school's shareholders.

From that day on, the boy's school life became a living hell.

Lucas had strong backing, and bullying a powerless poor student was a piece of cake for him.

The boy realized how powerful Lucas was and didn't dare to fight back anymore.

When Lucas was in a bad mood, he would kick the boy, and sometimes even drag him into the bathroom for a beating.

Later, things got serious once when the boy fell down the stairs and became paralyzed.

The Thompson family paid a sum of money to send away the poor student's mother who came to make trouble at school.

And Lucas was unaffected, graduating smoothly.

I thought I would never see that boy again, but today, Lily's face stirred my memory.

Their faces looked as if they were cut from the same mold.