Laughter rippled through the room, sharp as slaps. Felix's face drained of color; he nearly burst into tears on the spot.
From that day on, he became the school's running joke—the pretentious fake prince.
To save face, he threw himself into piano lessons and traditional dance, trying to look elegant and superior.
I, on the other hand, joined a comedy and stand-up club. My brother took up martial arts and tai chi.
In the following years, Felix's delusion of overshadowing us didn't happen.
During school performances, his delicate recitals never stood a chance against my stand-up comedy or Noah's breaking bricks with his chest that left audiences in awe.
On campus, I have gained a large number of fans with my sharp tongue and humor, and Noah also helped everyone a lot with their martial arts.
Bit by bit, the school changed. With our presence, bullying disappeared, fights dwindled, and laughter filled the halls.
Two once-troublesome brats had somehow grown into two well-loved, grounded young men.
The Watsons adored us more than ever. They even held a press conference to officially introduce us to the public.
Not long after, I overheard the couple's late-night talk.