Betrayed by My Freeloaders

I drank coffee, enjoyed the air conditioning, and leisurely watched the dorm surveillance footage in my 2,000-square-foot apartment.

I had always wanted to live in the dorms with my fellow students, sharing hardships and building bonds. Now that I thought about it, I was such an idiot.

Soon, the five beasts appeared together on the surveillance footage.

When they did not see the cold drinks I had promised, they all switched into complaint mode.

"Dylan is such a two-faced hypocrite. He said he'd buy us cold drinks, then he just disappeared!"

"Exactly. He can't even run errands right!" Paul cursed me while calling my phone.

When I answered, he instantly changed his expression and asked me gently where I had gone and why I was not in class. He told me how everyone was so worried about me.

If this had been before, I would have been deeply moved and then spent money on them like crazy.

Now, I simply smiled faintly and said I had something to take care of and would not be staying in the dorm for a while.

Then I hung up, leaving the five of them dumbfounded.

Paul tried calling me again and discovered he had been blocked. The other four experienced the same thing when they tried calling.

Now, they finally exploded. They had not expected that docile, little me would actually fight back one day.

All of them launched into vicious insults and curses, sounding as if they wanted to kill me.

Afterward, they pooled their money together to buy a few bottles of ice-cold water to cool off.

I watched them like I was watching a comedy show. My heart had already completely calmed down.

After resting comfortably in my apartment for a day, I had no choice but to attend a mandatory class the next day.

As expected, the moment I walked through the door, Ryan found me. "Dylan, why'd you move out of the dorm? Did we do something wrong?"

He looked so aggrieved that anyone who did not know better would think I had done something terrible to him.

I smiled. "Yeah, you did."

While they stood there stunned, I quickly took the only empty seat in the front row, putting some distance between us.

A few of them wanted to come over and interrogate me, but when they saw Professor Calcraft enter, they reluctantly went back to their seats.

He was here to announce the scholarship recipients, from the college scholarships to the national scholarships, in order of who would be recieving the highest amount.

Paul was full of confidence. The spot I had given up before had gone to him.

As Professor Calcraft made the announcements, everyone was shocked to learn that the scholarship spot was mine.

Paul even stood up. "How's that possible? Dylan didn't apply. Why give it to him? This is rigged!"

Professor Calcraft's face turned cold. "Who said Dylan didn't apply? His application was submitted a long time ago. He's far ahead in terms of comprehensive scoring. Of course he meets the scholarship criteria.

"If you're going to accuse us of rigging, then show me some proof!"

Paul had always been a troublemaker, and Professor Calcraft had long disliked him.

The matter was settled. Paul did not dare say anything more, but he spent the entire class glaring at me viciously.

After class, he blocked my path and questioned me loudly in front of the whole class. "Dylan, I didn't know you were this cunning! I really misjudged you!"

I sneered. "What do you mean? I won a scholarship with my own ability, yet I needed your permission first?"

Paul was struck speechless. Ryan walked over to mediate. "Dylan, your family's so well-off. This money means nothing to you. What would it hurt to let Paul have it? How can you be so heartless?"

I laughed in anger. Paul had called me cunning, yet Ryan said nothing. I had only taken what was rightfully mine, yet suddenly, I was heartless?

How had I never noticed how shameless they all were before?

"What's mine is mine, no matter how much or how little it is. If you're not happy about it, compete with me for it.

"You can't beat me, so you insult me instead? Being weak doesn't make you right."

Faced with my forceful questioning, the other students also took my side and criticized my roommates one after another.

I took advantage of the chaos to push past them and left the room. They should stay the hell away from me!

At home, I took a nice bath and slept until the evening, when I was woken up by a call from a buddy.

"Dylan, you're famous!"