The King Of School
Chapter 12

After finishing her college eyes today, Zoya wants to go to the auditorium building for her usual dance practice. Even though he could not enter the dance competition anymore, at least he could still continue training right?

Inside the large and magnificent room were dozens of students training. It seemed like they were all participants who were going to enter the competition. Seen there is also Trisha who was on the stage wearing her dance clothes.

Zoya then enters the room slowly, she senses something strange. Ever since he entered the room, everyone just kept looking at him. Zoya is confused, why everyone looks at her like they are looking at trash.

Soon, Trisha realizes Zoya's presence. Immediately he jumped down from the stage and started walking arrogantly towards Zoya. Trisha's attitude is not as usual, this is completely different from Trisha whom Zoya has known.

"What are you doing here, Zoya?!"

Crossing her hands Trisha looked at Zoya with scorn.

"Trish, I'm here...."

Trisha raised her palm into the air and stopped Zoya who wanted to speak. How haughty the woman was now, even Zoya barely recognized who exactly was standing before her at this moment.

"Do you still not understand what I said yesterday Zoya? You're no longer welcome here!"

"Trish what do you mean?"

"Are you deaf? We're not here to give charity to people like you, right guys."

Unexpectedly Trisha said like that, she deliberately insulted Zoya in front of the people.

"Do you think I don't know Zoya, you're just an impostor."

Zoya becomes more and more clueless with Trisha's words. From earlier he continued to be humiliated, but he was still silent and held back his emotions.

"Craud? Trish, I don't know what your problem is but don't cross the line."

Zoya pointed her index finger at Trisha and gave a threatening look.

"Heh, Zoya we all know. I don't want any kid from a cheap maid like you among us. Leighton's just a place where the rich aren't servants."

Hearing the taunts from Trisha makes Zoya even more furious. He squeezed his fingers to a pale. There was a fire in Zoya's eyes. His best friend whom he trusted the most was now completely outrageous.

"Just Trish, watch your mouth or mine..."

"Or what?"

Trisha stepped forward slightly and looked coldly at Zoya. At the moment he seemed to have dominated the entire room, not even Zoya was able to twitch.

"Based on a con man, you've been acting rich-ass pretentious all along. But it turns out you're just showing off your mother's master's wealth. Why should I be afraid of a maid like you, we really feel disgusted to see you."

"Listen Zoya, I've been friends with you all the time just because I thought we were equals, but now I know. So get out of here right now, you little helper."

Everyone in the room was also insulting, they looked at Zoya with disdain. Women who are so famous for their intelligence and talent in dance. It was just a servant boy.

Then why? Is status so important to them? Of course, because all this time they've been jealous of Zoya. You see, he was very close to the dream man of every college student, Vince. How could they lose to a maid.

They think Zoya is a very lucky woman, besides being rich, smart and talented she is also beautiful. But when they learn of Zoya's disgrace as a maid, they do not hesitate to take the woman down.

After various humiliations, Zoya finally could not stand it anymore and immediately left there with a very upset feeling. It was absolutely unbelievable that Trisha would insult her in front of the crowd. She did not accept her mother at all in despicable, but she also could not fight them all. For a moment he thought why the world always looked at status in order to be appreciated.

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On the campus garden chair, Zoya is seen sitting while crying. As usual, when upset like this he always vent it with food. He devoured a Cup of Noodles lustfully, even he no longer cared about the people who passed him. Never had Zoya been this upset and sad.

"Hiks... You've been trying to get Trish, I thought we were best friends all along." sob Zoya continued to eat nonstop.

In the midst of her grief, Zoya suddenly chokes. He felt his chair while coughing, it turned out that he only realized, if he forgot to buy drinking water. He was getting more panicked, his face until it was as red as chili.

"Geez, am I going to die from choking" he said frantically and coughed.

Soon Zoya robs Brian's bottle of minerals and drinks it. Seeing that, Brian could only shake the corner of his lips.

"The food is not wrong, do you not like to devour it like a wild animal so." said Brian while sitting next to Zoya.

Zoya ignored Brian's taunts, she continued eating so voraciously. After the Cup Noodle was used up, he immediately threw it into the trash can that was beside him.

Brian climbed one of his eyebrows when he saw the trash can was already full of empty Cup Noodles.

"Did he eat all that?" murmured Brian.

After that Zoya spent a bottle of mineral water that was given Brian earlier until deflated. He then looked straight ahead while sobbing. Her tears still flowed little by little.

"This, I told you. I don't like to see people cry." Brian gives Zoya a handkerchief.

"Whoever cries, his noodles are too spicy."

Zoya takes the handkerchief by snatching it again. Then he wiped away the tears and his lips that were smeared with noodles, and he also threw out the green viscous liquid that had been pulled from earlier.

"Do I need to give it back?"

Brian instead threw his gaze to the side indicating he no longer wanted the contaminated handkerchief.

"Yes already,"

Zoya dumped him in the trash. After that he leaned back on the chair with his hands folded. A moment of silence for a moment. The humiliation still could not escape from his memory.

"Life is so complicated right, miss. Sometimes the people you think of as friends are enemies, and vice versa."

Hearing Brian say that Zoya immediately tilted her head and looked at Brian seriously.

"What do you mean?"

"You're so naive, miss, I thought you were so smart."

"I'm sorry, arrogant sir, right now I really don't want to argue with you, really."

Zoya immediately threw away her view because she did not want to serve Brian.

"I also don't have time to argue, because the dignity trophy is waiting for me" Brian said indifferently.

Hearing that, Zoya glanced at Brian again. Had he not misheard, Brian wanted to bring a trophy of dignity.

"What did you say?"

"Then I promised you, didn't I? If I'm gonna find you a dance partner."

Zoya is confused by Brian's words. "Why do you always talk so convoluted and half-and-half."

"I'm asking you one more time, do you still want to enter that competition."

Zoya wanted to answer but was a bit hesitant, "Sure but..."

"Then come with me."

Again Brian pulls Zoya's hand, and leaves.

What's with this arrogant young master, why he likes to pull people's hands.

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