All Chapters of "Oops! The Chicken Boy Is The Billionaire's Son": Chapter 11
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Chapter 11: Everybody Listens!
Everybody Listens!The tension in the Dean’s office was so thick it felt like trying to breathe underwater.Mr. Zain stood with his hand still extended in mid-air, pointing at Nathan, waiting for Mrs. Shawn to agree with him, to call security, to do anything that made sense. But the Dean just sat there, her face as pale as a sheet of printer paper, staring at her desk blotter."Mrs. Shawn?" Zain asked, his arrogant smirk slowly faltering. He lowered his hand. The absolute silence in the room was starting to make his skin crawl. "Dean Shawn, I asked for permission to have this student removed. Come on, say something!"Mrs. Shawn finally looked up. She didn't look like a woman in charge of an elite Ivy League institution. She looked like a passenger on a sinking ship."I cannot do that, Mr. Zain," she said, her voice completely devoid of its usual administrative bite.Zain’s brow furrowed. He looked from the Dean to Nathan, and then back to the Dean. He was visibly confused. Clearly, so
Chapter 12: Ripple Effect
But then, a cold, sharp memory pierced through his hesitation.He remembered the flashing lights of the auditorium stage. He saw Amanda’s indifferent face as she handed his life's work to Mark Epstein. He felt the cold, sticky ice cream sliding down his neck as the entire school laughed at him. He remembered his father’s voice in the dark: ‘Everyone's a whore, son.’Being kind, being good, was what got him betrayed. Being a nice guy had made him a doormat. He wasn't going to be a doormat ever again. Nice guys are fools. The world was never fair to nice guys. He was a living testament. Nathan closed his mouth. The empathy vanished from his eyes, replaced by a glacier of pure indifference.Seeing the coldness in the boy's eyes, Zain snapped.The professor lunged forward, closing the distance between them in two massive strides. He grabbed the collar of Nathan’s faded black t-shirt, hauling the boy half out of his chair."What have you done?!" Zain screamed, shaking him violently, talki
Chapter 13: Fractured
The silence that followed Nathan’s announcement didn’t last long. It hung in the air for perhaps three seconds —just long enough for the ninety students in Lecture Hall 402 to process the sheer, unadulterated absurdity of what the bruised kid in the faded t-shirt had just said.Then, as if unanimously planned, the room exploded.It was a torrential, deafening roar of laughter that shook the acoustic ceiling tiles. Students were doubling over their desks, gasping for air, tears literally streaming down their faces. It was the kind of hysterical, unhinged reaction you’d expect if a toddler had just walked up to the microphone and declared he was the President of the United States.From the back row, a rogue projectile sailed through the air.SPLAT.A half-eaten, hard-boiled egg smashed directly against the smartboard, missing Nathan’s left ear by mere inches. Fragments of white shell and yellow yolk rained down onto the polished wood of the podium."Missed, you idiot!" someone shouted f
Chapter 14: He Has Lost His Mind!
The room went dead silent. You could hear the sound of the air conditioner."Every. Single. Person," Nathan repeated, pointing a finger out at the crowd. "All ninety of you seated here. Both those who bet against me, and those who don't. As long as my announcement turns out to be a lie, you all walk out of here fifty grand richer."For a moment, the class was paralyzed. Ninety students multiplied by fifty thousand dollars. That was four and a half million dollars. Then, the uproar spiked to an entirely new, feverish level."He’s completely insane!""Did he get a concussion last night?!""Bro, he couldn't even afford a new laptop battery last semester! Where is he getting four million bucks? Monopoly?"They were convinced he had snapped. This wasn't just embarrassment anymore; this was a severe psychological break. Had he been drinking all night? Was the trauma of seeing his project stolen finally pushing him into a full-blown psychotic episode?Mark Epstein held up his hands again, a
Chapter 15: "STRIP!!"
"STRIP! STRIP! STRIP!"Ninety voices, unified in a chorus of cruelty, hammered against Nathan’s eardrums. It was the kind of mob mentality you usually only see in grainy footage of historical riots or the comment sections of a viral "cancellation" thread. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, expensive cologne, and the metallic tang of adrenaline.To the students of Class 402, this wasn't just a bet. It was a foregone conclusion. They were watching a dead man walking, a "chicken boy" who had just signed a contract for his own social execution."Come on, Walters! Take it off!" someone screamed from the back, their voice cracking with excitement. "Don't make us wait! We’ve got lunch in twenty minutes!"Nathan didn't move. He stood on the podium, his hands resting on the edge of the wood, watching the crowd with the detached curiosity of a scientist observing bacteria in a petri dish. He looked at the ninety glowing smartphone screens -ninety digital eyes waiting to broadcast his sh
Chapter 16: Not A Prank!
The awestruck silence in Lecture Hall 402 was so profound you could hear the faint, rhythmic ticking of the wall clock.Ninety jaws were practically on the floor. The students exchanged wild, panicked glances, their eyes darting from the Dean’s pale face to the empty space where Mr. Zain usually stood, and finally back to Nathan."Is this... is this a prank?" a girl in the second row stammered, her voice trembling. "Dean Shawn, is this a fraternity joke?"Mrs. Shawn stood rigidly at the front of the room, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She looked exhausted, like a woman who had aged five years in the last hour."It is not a prank," Mrs. Shawn said, her voice echoing coldly in the massive room. "I am acknowledging this formally. It is indeed true. Mr. Zain Charbel has been terminated from his position at this institution, effective immediately, due to severe misconduct in the classroom."A collective gasp sucked the remaining oxygen out of the hall.Everyone was paralyzed b
Chapter 17: “Vindictive, Pathetic Loser!!”
Amanda stood a few feet away from Nathan. Alone. The lecture hall was completely empty now, the silence heavy and thick with the remnants of the morning's chaos and shock.Amanda looked breathtakingly beautiful, as she always did. She wore a tailored white skirt and a silk blouse, her hair falling perfectly over her shoulders. But her expression was incredibly ugly. Her eyes were narrowed, her lips pressed into a thin, furious line of pure contempt.Nathan felt a sudden, heavy ache in his chest. It was an emotional reflex he hated. He had loved this girl for three years. He had starved himself to buy her gifts. He had poured his genius into a project just to give her a future. Seeing someone you love so deeply suddenly switch up—seeing their features twist into a mask of cruel, unfeeling disgust… it was a visceral, physical pain."Are you proud of yourself?" Amanda asked, her voice dripping with toxic disdain.Nathan stopped adjusting his bag. He looked at her, his expression neutral
Chapter 18: Dwayne, The Rock!
The glowing lights of the city blurred into long, colorful streaks against the taxi window. Nathan sat in the back seat, resting his chin on his knuckles, a slow, satisfied smile playing on his lips.It was quite late, the city traffic thinning out as midnight approached. He replayed the morning's events in his mind —the absolute, earth-shattering shock on Mark Epstein's face, the terrified silence of ninety students, and the way the Dean had practically fled the room. They finally understood that the boy sweeping their floors held the power to shatter their realities, even if they refused to accept it. But what would Braxton College do when they found out the whole truth? When they realized the 'janitor' actually owned the ground they walked on? And not Mark? Not even his father??!Nathan’s smile faded slightly as his thoughts shifted to Amanda.The alleyway to his apartment was usually lonely and quiet. On evenings like this, under the flickering amber glow of the streetlamp, he us
Chapter 19: “Please, Come Home!”
"Young Master!" the giant declared, his deep voice rumbling like thunder. "Dwayne, at your service."Nathan blinked, looking down at the three lethal operatives kneeling in a puddle of dirty rainwater. He scoffed, a genuine laugh escaping his chest. It was all too dramatic. "Get up," Nathan said, shaking his head. "Please, stand up. All of this is entirely unnecessary.""I must refuse, Young Master," Dwayne replied, his head still bowed. "It is protocol. I was created to serve the Syndicate, and to serve you. This is the first step. Absolute respect."Nathan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. The sheer weight of his old life was already crashing down on him. "Fine. But you're getting your lab-coat blazer dirty. Why are you guys here?"Dwayne finally lifted his head, his sharp eyes locking onto Nathan. The operative stood up smoothly, his two flankers rising a split-second later. "I am here to take you home, sir," Dwayne said simply.Nathan scoffed again, gesturing vaguely to the di
Chapter 20: Home
The convoy of black, military-grade SUVs soon left the grimy streets behind, merging onto a private, unmarked stretch of asphalt that vanished into the dense, dark woods.Nathan sat in the back of the middle vehicle, the reinforced, bulletproof glass separating him from the world he had just conquered. The transition was honestly jarring. Just an hour ago, he was standing in a dirty alleyway outside an apartment that smelled permanently of boiled cabbage and damp concrete. Now, he was wrapped in the scent of rich, conditioned leather and the faint, ozone vibe of high-end automotive engineering.He leaned his head against the cool glass, his dark eyes tracking the tree line.Eight years.It felt like a lifetime had passed since he was last driven down this road. He had been just ten years old. A child. A spoiled, arrogant, insufferable little prince who thought the sun rose and set on his command.Nathan closed his eyes, the cinematic reel of his past playing behind his eyelids. He rem