Private high schools were full of kids from wealthy families.
Even though I had gotten a perfect score on my middle school entrance exam, I still didn't receive a full scholarship.
But from freshman year to sophomore year, the number one student in the grade was always me.
Every month, the scholarship money belonged to me.
Considering my situation, the school allowed me to commute from home instead of living in the dorms.
My days were always packed.
In the morning, I delivered breakfast for boarding students and charged a small delivery fee.
At lunch, I tutored classmates.
In the afternoon, I printed and sold my study notes.
At night, I worked part-time at a convenience store.
Whenever I had time, I entered competitions to win prize money.
Everything I earned was just enough to
