The rich are indeed masters

  I shook my head, putting this annoying question behind me, and stuffed the box into my backpack.

  Under my insistence, Mom dropped me off 300 meters away from that legendary school.

  I stood still, watching her bright yellow convertible disappear into the distance until it was completely out of sight. Only then did I rummage through my backpack and pull out a small box, taking out what was inside and slowly rubbing it onto my face.

  I put on a pair of oversized and exaggerated glasses that I had prepared beforehand, and gave a satisfied snap of my fingers, very pleased with my masterpiece.

  There is a faint scent of flowers in the air, and the refreshing breath seems to have entered the body from every pore, giving rise to an unprecedented sense of comfort.

  It was then that I noticed that both sides of the road were lined with cherry blossom trees.

  It's the season when cherry blossoms are in full bloom, pink petals fluttering down to form a beautiful and majestic backdrop, like a fairy mirror that makes one unable to move.

  I forced a smile, hoping this was a good start.

  Standing in front of the school gate on a wide square, I raised my head and looked around hard.

  A multitude of magnificent buildings stand still before one's eyes, like a holy temple that seems beyond reach.

  The tall iron gate is carved with flying dragons and phoenixes, which should be the symbol of nobility. In this society, those who have money are indeed big brothers, and even the schools that children from wealthy families attend are different.