My Best Friend's House is Not a Hotel

Summary

The school was being renovated over the summer, and my classmates asked me, the class monitor, where they should store their luggage.

I coldly told them to figure it out themselves.

Why? Because in my past life, I kindly let my classmates store their luggage in my home.

But when the new semester started, the entire class accused me of stealing a huge amount of valuables. My grad school recommendation was revoked, my personal information was leaked online, leading to cyberbullying, and my parents, who lived in the countryside, died tragically on their way to testify for me.