Chapter 12: How much is your allowance? (1/2)

The day was Thursday, and my first class was economics. It was 8:50 and the class would start at 9. I saw my blockmates and they waved at me to sit with them. Oh well, might as well.

”How come you're not in our class for environmental science? Did you take physics or chemistry this semester?” Camille asked.

”No, I'm also taking environmental science, but I'm taking it on a different schedule.”

”I see. That's too bad. Marts have been looking for you all over. Haha!” Camille joked.

I just pretended that I did not understand what she meant. Sorry, I'm not interested then, and definitely not interested now. My only interest lies with handsome men… ehem ehem… I mean only with my husband.

Like any other day, my blockmates were enjoying chatting amongst themselves. They have become friends just like before. Anyway, it's not difficult for the students to form bonds as our university caters mostly to students from the upper class given the high tuition fee, unless of course, one gets a scholarship.

The process of getting in was difficult. A student must pass the entrance exam, must be from a good high school, must have good grades, and should have a recommendation. Every year, at least a hundred thousand students apply, and the university only accepts 2000 at most. Even those from my circle, not everyone can simply get in. To the tell truth, I was even wait listed.

Given this, it's inevitable that most students have the need-to-brag attitude. Whether the basis be academics, where they graduated high school, their social status, and just like their topic that instance, how much their allowance was.

In the past, I gave them an eyeroll and started bragging myself. What? Although my family was not part of the exclusive-exclusive group, we were still part of that social circle.

Anyway, there were only 8 families in that exclusive group, the Sy which was the top of the food chain, followed by the Ren, Chua, Peng, Lee, Yu, Tan, and Kho. Not to say that all people with those surnames were part of the circle, but you get my drift. So, in my generation, there were only 8 people who has higher status than me, at least before we went bankrupt.

Except for Anthony who I never even had the courage to pursue in my last lifetime, I never got to talk or converse with any of them. Also, the only ones I knew of were Lara and Andy. The rest were a secretive bunch.

”So how much is your allowance Vitto?” Joanie asked.

Vitto grinned and brought out his Balenciaga wallet. ”See for yourself.” He said as he opened it to show what's inside.

My blockmates made an ooh and aah sound when they saw the inside of his wallet filled with 50 yuan bills and some 100s.

”How about you Jock?” Vitto asked.

Jock, not wanting to fall behind took out his Bottega Veneta wallet, opened it, took out the thick pile of 100 yuan bills and waved it in front of my blockmates.

”Woohoo Vitto! Burn!!!!” Eduardo commented as the others laughed.

I could not help myself from wanting to laugh along. Gosh! this nouveau riche people! Okay, why did I make that comment in my head? I should be mature enough to not find what they're doing funny.

Vitto turned red, and out of nowhere, or maybe because he wanted to put Jock on his place, he mentioned my name.

”Michelle, how about you?” he asked.

Huh? What did I have to do with whatever they were doing?

”Yeah Michelle, I'm curious too.” Jock seconded.

So, I took out my Hermes wallet, and just took out my platinum credit card. ”I don't have a lot of cash, but I do have this.”