But Harry obviously didn't think so. He was now looking at me with disdain, saying, "You should have asked your parents to come. This is the opportunity for you poor people to meet rich guys."
I was in a private school, and most of my classmates were children from rich families like Harry.
There were also some children from ordinary families who were admitted tuition-free because of their excellent grades.
I was usually very low-key, and my classmates thought I was from an ordinary family.
Looking at Harry's arrogant demeanor, I put down the table and endured it.
I glanced down unintentionally and laughed when I happened to see his shoes.
"Your shoes..."
Before I finished speaking, Harry immediately changed his expression, with the corners of his mouth crazily upturned and his voice grew louder and louder, arrogant as hell.
"Nice shoes, right? They are the newly released collaboration edition, which are very expensive."
Upon hearing his words, several students passing by in the corridor couldn't help but slow down their pace and look over.
I looked straight at him and spoke calmly, "Your shoes are fake."
Harry's smile instantly froze on his face and his eyes widened.