The Ultimate Doctor V’s Revenge

2. Good boy

“I asked you something,” Xian Meng said lightly, his tone sharpening just a fraction. “You poor people are always so quiet. It’s creepy.”

“I—I was just passing by,” Vincent murmured.

“Liar,” Wei Zhen scoffed. “You were staring at it like a beggar at a banquet.”

Before Vincent could react, Xian Meng shoved his bag into his arms.

Then Hao Jin shoved his own too and so did Wei Zhen.

The weight of their bags dragged his shoulders down instantly.

“Carry the bags,” Xian Meng said. “You’re good at that.”

Vincent hesitated; "The bags are heavy..." He said in a barely audible voice.

Then Wei Zhen kicked the back of his knee.

Pain shot up his leg and he stumbled, barely managing to keep his balance. Xian and his lackeys laughed at him. Students slowed down to watch them.

Vincent clenched his teeth.

Seven years ago, his parents had died in an accident and his uncle took him in. Since then, he had learned something essential: survival meant swallowing your pride and avoiding trouble.

“I’ll do it,” he said quietly.

“Good boy,” Hao Jin said, patting his cheek mockingly.

They walked ahead, not once looking back, confident he would follow them and he did.

He carried their bags from building to building, class to class. His arms burned. Sweat trickled down his spine beneath his uniform. Everywhere he went, students mocked him.

“Isn’t that the poor one?”

“He’s like a servant.”

“Why is he even here?”

Some laughed openly. Others covered their mouths, pretending sympathy while enjoying the spectacle.

Vincent kept walking.

At the final classroom, Xian Meng stopped and turned to him.

“Come back at two,” he said. “School ends then. I’ll have assignments for you to carry.”

Vincent nodded.

“Don’t be late.”

He bowed his head slightly and walked away, as he heard them laughing behind him. He clenched his fist in anger as a feeling of helplessness engulfed him.

When the bullying started, he reported to several professors but they couldn't do anything to Xian because of his wealth.

By the time he reached his own classroom, his hands were trembling.

But as he got inside and his gaze met hers, he forgot about everything that had happened to him this morning.

His girlfriend, Leena Zhou sat by the window, sunlight spilling across her desk, her dark hair tied neatly behind her neck. When she saw him, her smile flickered—just a fraction—but her eyes softened instantly.

She lifted her pen slightly, tapping it twice against her notebook—a signal only the two of them knew.

They were going to meet at their usual spot after the first class.

Vincent nodded in excitement and sat down.

As the professor began speaking, Vincent’s mind was elsewhere.

He thought of his uncle, who worked late nights and never complained. He thought of the donor board, shining like a reminder of everything he couldn't attain.

And he thought of Leena—how she always waited for him, how she never looked at him with pity, only concern.

Just endure, he told himself.

Just get through today.