After the fake young master left home, he discovered that it wasn't raining at all outside.

At this moment, the main gate of Shangjing Middle School is experiencing its most bustling moment in history.

First and second-year high school students stood on either side of the entrance, while school leaders and teachers stood respectfully facing the main gate. Third-year high school students, however, were not required to participate as they needed to prepare for the college entrance examination.

However, there are always some mischievous students who insist on joining in the fun. They are very curious about this so-called important person, so they sneak out of the classroom, stand behind the teacher, tiptoe, and peek out, feeling very surreptitious.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the sun slanted down on the earth, and the scorching sunlight pierced every student in the square, arousing wave after wave of dissatisfaction.

"Is this school sick? They want to suck up to some big shot and use us as tools. We get no benefits, but we all suffer." A boy silently rolled his eyes at the group of school leaders.

"Yeah, the sun is so strong, I didn't even have time to put on sunscreen. I'm going to get a shade darker soon. It took me so long to get back to my original tan," another girl chimed in, expressing her dissatisfaction.

"Hey, do you think this important person is here for a banquet? Our president personally picked him up last week, treating him like a precious treasure." Unable to contain their curiosity, someone in the crowd started gossiping.

"That makes sense. He seems to be our president's brother. Besides him, who else is so capable that our Principal Zhou would make such a big fuss as if facing a major enemy?"

"..."

Gradually, the result, guessed by the gossipy crowd, spread throughout the entire second year of high school.

Lu Ze and the others didn't care, since they knew who they were picking up. What surprised Lu Ze was that Wen Chen had come in a wheelchair.

His spirit is commendable.

But by this time, the important person everyone thought he was was already in the supermarket next to the back gate of the school.

In fact, Zhu Yan had already noticed something was wrong on his way to the school, because when his car tried to cross the intersection leading to the school's main gate, it was stopped by security guards:

"The intersection ahead is temporarily closed to traffic. Please try another intersection."

The security guard knocked on the passenger window.

Lin Shen rolled down the car window. "What do you mean? You won't let me through?"

Lin Shen was clearly angry. No one had ever dared to stop their car before. After all, people would stay as far away as possible from the unique gold license plate, afraid of accidentally bumping into it.

These security guards have gotten quite bold these days, daring to stop their car.

"There's nothing I can do, brother. I'm just a working man. The school leaders ordered that a big shot is coming, so the road to the main gate is blocked, and no other vehicles are allowed to pass through here." The security guard smiled helplessly, hoping that Lin Shen could understand, after all, he had also noticed that the car in front of him was different from others.

"Turn around and go to the back door," Zhu Yan's voice came from the back seat.

There was nothing Lin Shen could do. Although he was unwilling, Zhu Yan had spoken, so he had no choice but to obey and direct the driver to turn around and drive towards the back door.

As the security guard watched the Rolls-Royce with its gold license plate disappear from his sight, he couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Is the school mistaken? This guy looks like the real big shot. Beijing license plate number Z000000, and what's more, it's a gold license plate!!!"

The security guard even questioned himself, took out his phone, and looked at the message his supervisor had sent him:

"A gray Rolls-Royce, license plate number 京Z048787."

The security guard scratched his head.

Is there something wrong with the school's information?

Meanwhile, Zhu Yan's car had already driven to the back gate, but Zhu Yan didn't let them drive in and got out of the car at the gate.

But when he entered the school, he found something very wrong. It should have been a long break between classes, but the school was completely empty, which was very illogical.

He happened to be a little thirsty, so he went to the small supermarket next to the cafeteria and bought a bottle of water.

"Please pay 55 yuan."

Prices in big cities are shockingly high, let alone in these elite schools. They practically treat these young masters and ladies like pigs to be slaughtered; the cheapest bottle of water costs 10 yuan.

"Hey, are you a senior in high school?" The supermarket cashier looked at Zhu Yan with some confusion.

"Grade 11, what's wrong?" Zhu Yan unscrewed the water bottle and took a sip.

"Don't the first and second year students all go to the gate to pick up their classmates? How come you..." The cashier was initially a little confused, looking Zhu Yan up and down. "Oh, I see, you sneaked out, didn't you?"

Banquet:?

Zhu Yan did not explain his wild guesses, but let him speculate.

"Oh, I know, who hasn't done some crazy things when they were young? What's that compared to what I did? I used to treat school rules like a bulletin board." The cashier seemed to be reminiscing about his tumultuous youth, unable to shake it off.

"Yeah, you're even better." Zhu Yan didn't want to waste any more time with him and turned to leave.

"Hey, wait a minute, don't go! They're all busy, and since you're already here, why don't you pick up the water your class ordered?" The cashier said, carrying two buckets of water out from the side. "Just these two buckets, take them with you. You've already paid."

Zhu Yan paused for a few seconds, then looked away from the two buckets of water and stared blankly at the cashier.

?

"Don't just stand there! You're a grown man, can't you even lift two buckets of water?"

Two buckets of water...

You mean this bucket is 20 liters, about 42 jin (21 catties), and the two buckets are 84 jin (42 catties) of water?

And carry those two large buckets of water for 10 minutes to the classroom?

"No need, they are drought-resistant and don't need water."

Zhu Yan wasn't that capable; he could carry those two buckets of water back by himself.

Seeing Zhu Yan about to leave, the cashier quickly stopped her, "No, don't go. Don't I know? It's always the same few people who come to fetch water from your shifts. They're just taking advantage of people's poor families, making them do hard labor while you enjoy yourself. What's wrong with helping them this once? You'll need to drink it too when you get home."

His words categorized Zhu Yan and his group of wealthy people as villains. If things get any worse, would it escalate to school bullying?

He said all the nice things, which actually helped him establish a good image of integrity.

But if he's really that kind, why haven't I ever seen him actually help? He's just all talk and no action, only trying to satisfy his own vanity.

After all, those people were doing it voluntarily. Earning 1000 yuan for each move was something they could only dream of!

"Let me tell you..." The cashier wanted to chat with him some more.

"Okay, okay, stop nagging, I'll move it." Zhu Yan's head was starting to ache from his nagging.

But he couldn't move it by himself, so he took out his phone to call Lu Ze.

The phone rang for a long time, but I didn't answer it.

Zhu Yan called again, but still didn't answer.

?

What's going on?

Play dead when you need him?

So, at the end, the banquet and the two 20-liter buckets of water on the ground stared at each other blankly.

"Never mind, never mind. You're so skinny and weak, you probably can't even lift one bucket. There's a cart over there, you can use it." The cashier looked Zhu Yan up and down, a little worried that the two buckets of water would crush him, and kindly reminded him.

Zhu Yan had no intention of arguing with him. Usually, it took two people to carry water, and they would be exhausted by the end. How much more so for Zhu Yan now, who was alone.

Then a figure appeared on campus, pulling a small cart with two buckets of water on it. He looked lonely from behind, but he walked away with a carefree air.