Don't underestimate the poor and elderly; I was thrilled to refuse the class beauty's adva

"High school is tough, but university is much easier!"

Fu Kai slammed his thermos on the podium, causing the murky tea to slosh around.

"It's not that I'm forcing you; I went through the same thing back then!"

He pushed up his glasses, his gaze sweeping over the forty-two dejected heads in the classroom.

"There's only one month left until the college entrance exam. After that, you can do whatever you want; it's none of your business!"

At this point, he glanced meaningfully at the last row of seats by the window in the classroom.

He frowned.

Sitting there was Zhang Yifan, the top student in Class 9 of the third year of high school, a regular in the top three of the grade, and the most promising prospect for Tsinghua and Peking University that Fu Kai had seen in his more than 20 years of teaching.

At this moment, the promising student from Tsinghua and Peking Universities was staring blankly at the back of Lin Wanqing's head in the third row, his eyes vacant and his mouth slightly open, looking as if he had lost his soul.

Fu Kai sighed inwardly.

It's over.

This child is ruined.

A top student who ranks in the top three of the grade is actually a love-struck simp! Isn't that infuriating?

Lin Wanqing is indeed beautiful, Fu Kai admitted.

She has an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and a pair of almond-shaped eyes that seem to speak volumes. When she smiles, she has two shallow dimples on her cheeks.

Let alone these seventeen or eighteen-year-old lads, even when Fu Kai was young, if he had a female classmate like that in his class, he would have...

cough cough.

But the problem is, they haven't even given you a second glance, Zhang Yifan!

Fu Kai has been teaching for over twenty years. What kind of students hasn't he seen?

Girls like Lin Wanqing look up at people.

Her attitude towards Zhang Yifan could be described as aloof or distant, but to put it bluntly, she treated him like a mobile ATM and a homework-writing machine.

But Zhang Yifan was actually enjoying it.

one Year.

A whole year.

Starting from the second semester of his junior year of high school, this kid seemed to be possessed.

Every day, he buys breakfast for Lin Wanqing, helps her with her homework, copies her notes, and runs errands for her.

What do his classmates call him behind his back?

Zhang Da is a sycophant.

Fu Kai had hinted at it before.

At the end of last semester, he called Zhang Yifan to his office and chatted with him indirectly for half an hour.

The child replied with just one sentence: "Teacher, Wanqing is different."

Different?

They are different.

Other girls, when being pursued, at least know to be embarrassed.

What about Lin Wanqing?

Today she asked Zhang Yifan to buy her milk tea, tomorrow she asked him to do her homework, and the day after tomorrow she asked him to help her create an opportunity for her to be alone with the PE student from the next class.

Yes, you read that right.

Create opportunities for her to meet other boys.

When Fu Kai heard the squad leader mention this, he almost crushed his thermos.

But in the end, he didn't bring it up.

It's more embarrassing to talk about this kind of thing out loud.

Besides, the college entrance exam is just over a month away, so it's too late to say anything now.

"I hope that one day," Fu Kai said, his voice deepening, "you won't regret the decisions you made."

"get out of class dismissed."

After saying that, Fu Kai picked up his thermos and walked out of the classroom without looking back.

The classroom then became lively, with chattering voices bursting out.

Lin Wanqing stood up from her seat, and instead of going to the restroom with her deskmate, she turned around and walked straight to the last row.

A few boys who were about to go to the convenience store paused and exchanged knowing glances.

"Here it comes, here it comes."

"The betting market is open! What are we betting on today?"

"I bet ten dollars that Wanqing will send him to buy milk tea."

"Does this even need betting? Yesterday it was 'Tea Suckling,' the day before it was 'Milk Snow,' and the day before that it was 'Eight Kings Tea Princess.' Tell me, which day wasn't it?"

"I bet he'll skip the next class to go."

"This isn't a gamble."

Amidst whispers, Lin Wanqing had already walked up to Zhang Yifan.

She was wearing a school uniform, but the zipper was only zipped up to her chest, revealing a beige knitted sweater underneath.

Her long hair wasn't tied up; it fell smoothly over her shoulders, with the ends slightly curled.

She looked down at Zhang Yifan and found him still in a daze, staring blankly in her direction, his gaze completely unfocused.

Lin Wanqing frowned slightly, a hint of impatience flashing in her eyes.

Again.

This nerd is getting more and more annoying lately.

She often spaces out, and she often stares at me with that sticky, clingy look, like a piece of chewing gum that I can't shake off.

If it weren't for his good grades and ability to help her with her homework, and if it weren't for the fact that he was actually quite good-looking, she wouldn't bother with him at all.

But these emotions were fleeting.

The next second, she put on a concerned expression, bent down slightly, and asked softly, "Yifan, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Zhang Yifan's pupils suddenly contracted and regained focus.

He looked at Lin Wanqing in front of him, his expression first blank, then confused, and finally turned into an indescribable strangeness.

It was as if they had seen something incredible.

Zhang Yifan did indeed see something incredible.

Just now, while Fu Kai was talking about those "tight and loose" things, a voice suddenly exploded in his mind.

It wasn't an illusion, it wasn't a dream, it was a real sound.

The electronic voice is cold and impersonal, like a smart voice assistant on a mobile phone, but even more mechanical and impersonal.

【Ding--】

[The "Don't Bully the Old and Poor" system is being linked...]

[Binding successful.]

[Host: Zhang Yifan.]

Current age: 68 years old.

Current status: A life of failure, a bleak old age.

[System Purpose: To save the host's messed-up life and allow the host to regain dignity in the final stages of life.]

Zhang Yifan was stunned.

68岁？

I'm only eighteen this year!

This is not over yet.

The voice continued.

[Host, you don't need to doubt it. You are indeed 68 years old this year, live in the shantytown in the south of the city, and make a living by collecting recyclables. Last month, you argued with the bus driver over a three-yuan bus fare, were kicked off the bus, and walked four kilometers home.]

Your life has been a failure.

You were once first in your high school class and among the top three in your grade. You scored 680 on the college entrance exam, which could have put you in a very good 985 university.

But because Lin Wanqing suggested, "Why don't we apply to the same university?", you gave up all the better options and went to an ordinary second-tier university with her.

During your university years, Lin Wanqing thought your future was "bleak," and in your sophomore year, she turned to a wealthy upperclassman. When they broke up, she said something you'll remember for fifty years: "Zhang Yifan, what else can you do besides take exams? You even have to save up half a month's allowance to treat me to a nice meal."

After graduating from university, you worked in sales, delivered food, and as a security guard. You were laid off at fifty and have had no stable income since.

You never married. Lin Wanqing, whom you pursued in your youth, married into a wealthy family after graduation and now lives abroad.

You have no children, no savings, and no house. Your only assets are a partitioned room in the shantytown that rents for 300 yuan a month, and a beat-up bicycle that rattles everywhere except for its bell.

The system has detected your deepest regrets and resentment, and has decided to give you a second chance.

Please cherish this opportunity, host.