Trash of the School

Who are you?

Roan Academy, the very elite under the elite.

It was an Academy which had been there for a very long time. Its rather famous name was internationally known by many countries and lots of foreign students wanted to visit the British Academy, even though it was a boarding school.

Too bad, that Roan Academy only accepted three kinds of students – the very elite with lots of money and famous parents with influence, smart students which were also seen as prodigies and very talented people in sports.

As people didn't have to be intelligent in order to be a smart person, the Roan entrance exam focused more on the individuals. Of course it also had a very hard entrance exam which was said to be harder than the one from Harvard. No one go a 100% there, as of now.

Alberu Crossman exchanged looks with Choi Han, the president of the martial arts club, before looking at his vice-president, then back at the document in front of him.

It was given to him by the principal Eruhaben who had had a smile on his lips while giving him the papers. 'It's an interesting one this time', were his words.

"Is this real?"

Alberu's question made the vice-president of the student council laugh, but he didn't answer his student council president. Choi Han took the papers while he shook his head.

"Cale Henituse...I've never heard of him, but that doesn't mean anything. He is a foreigner, so that's to be expected."

"Hm, but I can't find anything about a Cale Henituse in the internet. Though, the Henituse family is one of the three richest families in South Korea. Google says that the Henituse family has three children, one Basen, one Lily and one name isn't known. There is also no social media account or anything like that."

The vice-president put away his phone as he found it to be very mysterious. Normally, if he googled any name, a social media account would pop up but Cale seemed to be non-existent. It was more than just strange.

"Haaa, my poor life."

Alberu looked one last time at the document. Cale Henituse, sixteen years old, 5'8 feet tall/173 cm in height (rather tall for a Koran but on the smaller side in Great Britain), 100% in every taken test.

Either he cheated and bought his grades or he was indeed a genius. But if he was, he would have been indeed perfect. The picture that was copied on the paper and showed the boy seemed to be made half-assed, as if he didn't care about it at all. Still, he looked handsome. No, handsome wasn't the really right word, he was stunning and beautiful. His wild red hair that looked like he had just woken up went well with the simple caramel hoodie he wore. His reddish-brown eyes looked sleepy and he had small rings under his eyes, as if he wouldn't get enough sleep. But they were too small to be noticed. The blood-red hair was on the longer side and went a bit past his shoulders. His appearance made it seem as if he wasn't really aware that this photo had been taken, as it was not something one would wear to make a photo.

Alberu noticed the narrow looking shoulders. The boy was on the thin side...on the very thin to be more precise.

But beside that he seemed perfect. And something perfect couldn't exist in this world after all. There were bound to be some flaws.

"Let's just wait and see. Choi Han, would you want him in your club?"

Choi Han took the picture out of Alberu's hand and glanced at the boy. He thought that the boy looked cute and sweet, he had to work hard in order to suppress his blush. Then he looked at his stature.

"He looks weak."

He couldn't really help it as he bluntly spoke the truth. Alberu let out a deep sigh once more.