But Harry obviously didn't think so. He was now looking at me with disdain, saying, "You should have asked your parents to come. This is the opportunity for you poor people to meet rich guys."

I was in a private school, and most of my classmates were children from rich families like Harry.

There were also some children from ordinary families who were admitted tuition-free because of their excellent grades.

I was usually very low-key, and my classmates thought I was from an ordinary family.

Looking at Harry's arrogant demeanor, I put down the table and endured it.

I glanced down unintentionally and laughed when I happened to see his shoes.

"Your shoes..."

Before I finished speaking, Harry immediately changed his expression, with the corners of his mouth crazily upturned and his voice grew louder and louder, arrogant as hell.

"Nice shoes, right? They are the newly released collaboration edition, which are very expensive."

Upon hearing his words, several students passing by in the corridor couldn't help but slow down their pace and look over.

I looked straight at him and spoke calmly, "Your shoes are fake."

Harry's smile instantly froze on his face and his eyes widened.

He was furious, "What nonsense are you talking about, you country bumpkin?"

"The shoes were given to me by my father's client last night. They were brought back from Washington. How could they be fake?"

Harry was so anxious that he almost stomped his feet. I calmly took out my phone and tapped it several times, gesturing for him to look.

On it was the front page description of the brand's official website.

I laughed out loud and said, "Don't you know? The shoes have been getting a lot of fakes lately, and the brand made an announcement."

"Currently, it is only available for sale overseas and we do not have it for sale domestically."

Harry looked at my phone in disbelief.

I continued to explain.

"It just so happens that I came across a tutorial on how to identify fake products. So, at first glance, your shoes, to me, are fake."

Hearing this, Harry's face turned pale.

I left him with a final word and then ignored him, moving the table directly.

"Harry, don't wear fake shoes."

Several classmates burst into laughter behind me.

I felt a lot of relief.

When I got home, I directly threw my backpack on the sofa.

"Sis, I don't want to pretend anymore. My classmate actually called me a country bumpkin!"