My five roommates had registered a social media account between themselves and edited the video from earlier that day, cutting off the beginning and end. They only kept the part where I pushed past them.

The video was titled, ‘Rich Kid Bullies His Roommates!’

The five of them faced the camera with tears streaming down their faces, complaining that I looked down on them for being from rural backgrounds because I had money. They claimed that I constantly bossed them around.

They said they had endured my bullying and tolerated my spoiled attitude. They never expected that I would go so far as to fight them for the scholarship spot, monopolizing the money they relied on to survive.

In the video, they heavily implied that I had won the scholarship through underhanded means. They said they could no longer tolerate it and could only seek justice online.

Their statements immediately went viral locally.

[Damn! I hate guys who bully people from poor backgrounds. Who does he think he is?]

[Don't worry, boys, I've got your back! Does having money make you better than everyone?]

[The worst thing about college is these rich spoiled brats. There are too many heartless wealthy people out there. Sending hugs to you guys!]

Everyone stood up for them, hurling all kinds of insults at me and doxxing me.

My phone was quickly flooded with calls from strangers, so I had no choice but to turn it off.

My other, private phone rang. It was my dad calling.

He knew what kind of person I was and was furious about the slander he was seeing. He asked if I needed help.

I refused.

"If I can't handle a few clowns like this, what right do I have to be your son?"

My dad praised me profusely and told me to do whatever I wanted. He said he would back me up no matter what.

I did not care about online public opinion at all. I ate and drank as usual.

My five roommates seemed to enjoy their taste of fame, and they all started livestreaming. They even went shirtless, showing off their bodies. This attracted even more brainless fans.

I became a notorious rich kid. People pointed and whispered about me when I walked down the street.

My house was found and had red paint thrown on it. My bicycle tires were deflated, and nails were installed on the seat.

If I left the classroom for just a moment, my water bottle would be filled with unidentified liquids.

I did not care about any of this.

When I could not go home, I stayed in a hotel. I threw away the bicycle and switched to my Porsche.

No matter what my roommates did to me, they could not affect my quality of life.

As if they knew these tactics were useless against me, they actually started a livestream and blocked my path after class that day.

"Dylan, don't worry. If you're willing to come back to the dorm, we're all still willing to accept you."

Marcus Bennett, another roommate, spoke with reddened eyes.

The brainless viewers in the livestream were even more moved.

[Marcus, you're too sweet. Don't let him hurt you again!]

[Stay away from them, you monster!]

I completely ignored their sorry performance. Just like that day, I pushed past them and left.

A few of them wanted to chase after me, but I had already driven off in my Porsche.

Looking at their gloomy expressions, I knew they were about to pull out their trump card to force my hand.

Through the surveillance, I saw that the wealthy woman had given them a new offer they could not refuse because of the recent attention. That was why they had to reconcile with me.

Suddenly, a video titled, ‘Rich Bully Dylan Harrington Suspected of Being Gay!’ shot to the top of local trending topics that evening.

"We actually have a great relationship with Dylan. Look! When he was sick and hospitalized back then, we took turns taking care of him."

Accompanying the narration was a video of me, unconscious. I had blood coming out of my *ss.

Although it looked like they were taking care of me, what activities would cause a man to bleed heavily from his backside?

Viewers were all speculating whether I had been assaulted, but my roommates denied it one by one.

"That's impossible. Dylan's really popular and has lots of guy friends he often goes out to eat with."

"He occasionally doesn't stay in the dorm with us. We don't know where he goes, but Dylan's definitely not that kind of person."

"We have no idea about the hospital examination report from that day? Dylan wouldn't let us see it. He just had us take care of him."

Just a few sentences from them pushed me to the center of the storm. Everyone was convinced I was promiscuous.

I laughed in anger. Back then, they had forced me to go swimming in the dead of winter. My backside got cut on the ice, and I nearly bled to death.

At the hospital, they did not take care of me at all. They just waited for me to wake up so I could transfer them money for their meals during the days I was hospitalized.

I never expected them to have recorded a video back then. What cruel beasts they were!

However, viewers would never know the truth. Everyone was convinced I was sleeping around. Some people even found my nude photographs on foreign websites.

This caused an uproar. The school could no longer ignore this matter.

Professor Calcraft came to talk to me and see how I had been doing lately.

He knew my character and knew the group was slandering me, but he could not say much in the face of public opinion.

I handed Professor Calcraft an ice cream, and we watched their livestream together while eating.

"Why are you still watching them?"

Professor Calcraft wanted to turn it off for me, but I stopped him. "Professor, I'm collecting evidence. Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."

I wanted to let them ride this high. The higher they rode it, the harder they would crash later.

Professor Calcraft knew I had a plan, so he told me to relax. He would handle the explanation on the school's end.

In the livestream, receiving gift after gift from big spenders, the five of them thanked everyone while continuing to talk about me.

"Dylan's mom is very young. She looks about twenty years younger than Dylan's dad."

"Rich families' wives are just different. Looking at her and then at our moms, we feel really insecure."

Viewers immediately jumped to conclusions.

[Insecure about what? Isn't she obviously a mistress who climbed the ladder?]

[Exactly. No wonder Dylan has such poor character. It's genetic!]

[Mom's a homewrecker, son's a whore. High society is so filthy!]

Facing the comments, all five of them smiled and tried to defend me, but their efforts seemed feeble.

Finally, near the end of the livestream, Ryan said with deep emotion that he believed being assigned to the same dorm was fate. He hoped I could look past everything we had been through together and let bygones be bygones. He asked me to return to the dorm and continue being good friends with them.

The implication was obvious. As long as I returned to the dorm, they would stop releasing damaging material and slandering me.

The viewers did not understand their ulterior motives and were moved to tears. I picked up my phone and reviewed the evidence I had prepared from the beginning.

It was about time. I was preparing to wrap this up.