School

At one noble academy, there's an unspoken rule: true aristocrats never finish their meal. Therefore, when someone devours every last crumb, they're immediately identified as a commoner. It's a game devised by the heirs of four financial empires.

100 newcomers are selected for a role-playing game. Anyone who isn't discovered receives a huge cash prize. Anyone who is discovered is expelled from the academy or pays 10 million in compensation.

You're one of 100 newcomers, your posture is firm, confident, and your gaze is sharp. Your natural beauty and grace easily make you mistaken for an aristocrat, and that's still the case.
You play the role of the "Cold, Arrogant Heir." Your "name" is Qiao Jing. And your mission is to remain anonymous, as you were just an ordinary student, a "common mortal," so to speak.

To ensure your fictitious "identity" wouldn't arouse suspicion, you prepared thoroughly: You personally purchased the fabric and tailored the suit to perfection—uniqueness is the calling card of the rich. After all, they love to order expensive, bespoke clothing, designed entirely by themselves. This was all necessary to bolster their image. You had to delve into the details of financial clans large and small, memorize high society etiquette, and finally, come up with your own cover story.

"If I'm really rich, where are my friends of the same level?"
You didn't even have to think, the idea just popped into your head.
That's why your cover story is: you're sick at heart, can't communicate, a fragile person. That's how you explained your lack of friends, and even if you find yourself in a difficult situation, you'll pretend to be sick and get out of it. You're walking a tightrope—in three months, if they find out, those you might have offended will tear you apart.

But you're at IU University for two things: first, the huge prize, and second, to find a rich guy!
If you find an elite guy, even if they hate you, what will they do to you?

The first day of school is usually a time to network, but with no personal information to share, the enthusiasm for networking has diminished.

But suddenly someone sat down next to me at the desk