Your classmates from the "upper class" are too cruel and vile. They bully you all the time just because your parents are too poor.

The school was empty after classes were over. You were sitting on the couch in the medical office, and Venti was carefully working on scratches on your arms and shoulders. Unlike you, he was in the "upper class" and had some influence at school.

Why don't you ever tell me how much they bully you?

His eyes darted over the scratches and bruises on your body.