Chapter 3 Coin shampoo

"Larson Foster."

Garry muttered the name of his classmate and gritted his teeth.

This classmate of his was a bully who oppressed him every single day just because he was poor.

Larson had suddenly become poor too.

As far as Garry was concerned, it was karma that finally came for him.

But Garry wasn't going to let things slide even though it seemed like fate was punishing Larson for his sake.

When he saw that there was still time before the next class began, he seized the opportunity to do something very important.

He went straight to the bank close to the school.

The moment Garry returned to the classroom, the attention of all his classmates was fixed on him.

They all looked at him with their eyebrows knitted. They were confused by the sack on his back.

"Garry, is that a trash bag?"

"Tsk tsk! How disgusting can you be? It's bad enough that you are carrying such a dirty thing on your back. Why did you bring it into the classroom?"

The students scolded Garry with expressions of disgust and disdain.

At this moment, a hoarse voice came. "Garry, you broke my watch. Where are the ten thousand dollars that you should pay me?"

It was Larson.

His face was a little pale and his eyes were slightly red. It seemed like he still hadn't recovered from the shock of his family going bankrupt all of a sudden.

"What a shameless fellow Garry is!"

"Yeah! He broke Larson's watch. It's only right that he pays for it. Why does he look like he's reluctant? Shame on him."

For the thousandth time, all the students went against Garry.

Larson said in a loud voice, "Garry, when will you give me the money? Are you going to be a deadbeat?"

Under the gaze of all the students in the classroom, Garry dropped the sack on the floor. He untied it and took out a relatively small bag from the sack.

With a smug smile, he walked up to Larson's desk and slowly emptied the contents of the small bag on his head.

The sound of coins falling filled the entire classroom.

Larson had just been bathed in countless coins.

His eyes widened, and his face was astonished.

"I owe you ten thousand dollars for the watch. However, I subtracted the fifty dollars you owe me after I washed your clothes for you a few days ago. The rest of the money is here. Please take it and don't pester me for it anymore,"

Garry said, looking down at Larson, who was still seated with a shocked expression on his face.

"Do you want to die, you idiot?" Larson finally got over the shock and banged his fist on his desk.

The entire classroom was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

The other students held their breaths and stared at Garry in astonishment.

They couldn't believe that the coward in their class could dare to do such a thing to Larson.

Clayton Stanley was even more shocked by what happened.

He pounded his desk and stood up. He then asked in disbelief, "Where did you get so much money, Garry? Did you steal it?"

"Steal? Garry is a chicken. I think he sold his body to one of those old women!"

A beautiful girl who had long slender legs sprang to her feet and aired her own thoughts.

Garry's eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at her.

This girl was named Celia Benton. She was the most beautiful girl in the class and Larson's girlfriend. She always looked down her nose at Garry. Thus, it didn't come as a surprise to him that she felt he prostituted to get the money.

Not bothering to explain to his snobbish and judgy classmates, Garry came up with an excuse.

"It might interest you to know that I won the lottery."

"Wow!" the crowd exclaimed in surprise.