I don't know what sins I committed in my past life but I am definitely paying for it now.
Just when I try to avoid trouble, trouble always finds its way to me. The irony of life.
The rumors of what happened during French class spread throughout the school like wildfire.
And just like that, my peaceful living flew like dust into the air.
There were even a lot of spices included in the rumors.
Some said I was being so rude to the young master and treating him like a slave. When did that happen?
Some said I was arrogant and didn't know my place. Hellooooo.
Some even said that I allowed the young master to beg me before agreeing to take him as my tutor. Christ, I didn't even agree to it.
The more the rumors spread, the more spice was included.
And thanks to that, I had become famous, but still... None of them knew my name.
They only knew me as the guy who goes around with his hair in his face.
