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

He almost burst out laughing.

It wasn't a bitter laugh after being humiliated, but a genuine, uncontrollable joy after watching an absurd comedy.

Bankruptcy after graduating from high school?

The person standing in front of him now is not an enemy.

He is a walking, breathing, and arrogant future homeless man.

"What are you laughing at?" Peng Kaifei frowned, feeling very uncomfortable with Zhang Yifan's reaction.

His envisioned scenario was that Zhang Yifan would either bow down and admit defeat, or become enraged and argue with him, allowing him to take the opportunity to humiliate him further.

And then this kid actually laughed?

What the hell is that reaction?

Zhang Yifan tried to suppress the smile, but the joy in his eyes remained.

He looked at Peng Kaifei, his eyes not filled with anger or fear, but with something hard to describe.

It's not about looking at a love rival, an enemy, or even a classmate.

Peng Kaifei felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze: "What the hell are you looking at?"

Zhang Yifan silently answered in his heart: I'm watching your future self squatting under an overpass picking up bottles.

But he didn't say anything.

He was rapidly considering something else in his mind.

The task issued by the system is to "help Peng Kaifei regain his former glory and restore his family's assets to their original state or even increase them."

But the Peng family hasn't gone bankrupt yet, and Peng Kaifei is still the rich young master who comes to school in a sports car.

How can I help? Where should I go to help?

Zhang Yifan glanced at the limited-edition sneakers on Peng Kaifei's feet, then at the bag of trendy desserts worth several hundred yuan in his hand, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

The system says that Peng's family went bankrupt after he graduated from high school.

In other words, although Peng Kaifei's family fortune looks impressive now, it is actually not far from bankruptcy.

The system asked him to help "restore" his family's assets. Does that mean that as long as he gives Peng Kaifei a sum of money so that Peng Kaifei's total assets are one cent more than his peak, he will have completed the task?

Regardless of the amount, just give it to them first.

So, under the watchful eyes of the entire class, and with everyone expecting Zhang Yifan to have a major confrontation with Peng Kaifei, Zhang Yifan reached into his pocket.

He touched a banknote.

I took it out and saw it was ten yuan.

The banknotes were crumpled, with frayed edges, and had some spicy snack oil stains stuck to them from who knows when.

Zhang Yifan looked at the ten yuan note in his hand and remained silent for a moment.

Oh well, ten yuan is still money, and the system doesn't specify an amount.

He held the ten-yuan note in his hand and handed it forward.

"Take it and spend it however you like."

Peng Kaifei was waiting for Zhang Yifan to either back down or stand up for him, and he had already prepared seven or eight plans for humiliating him.

But the other party didn't follow the script and suddenly handed him ten yuan, leaving him completely stunned.

My brain went blank for about two seconds.

In those two seconds, something unexpected happened.

Peng Kaifei's hand instinctively reached out and took the crumpled ten-yuan note.

He accepted it.

It was truly subconscious, just like how he would casually accept things handed to him by others; it was purely muscle memory.

When he realized what he was holding in his hand, his face instantly changed from red to liver color, and then from liver color to purple.

At the same time, the cold electronic voice in Zhang Yifan's mind returned.

【Ding--】

[Congratulations, host, on completing the mission: Repay evil with kindness, help others and yourself.]

[Task Evaluation: Good heavens!!! This is unbelievable!!! The system originally predicted that the host would need at least twenty years to first improve his own financial situation, then find the homeless man Peng Kaifei, help him quit drinking, assist him with his medical treatment, and fund his business venture before his assets could be slowly restored. Unexpectedly, the host completed the task in less than five minutes after it was issued!!!]

Task completion rate: 100%

[Rewards being distributed...]

[Reward: Jeet Kune Do Mastery (Permanent Skill)]

[Skill transfer in progress... 3... 2... 1...]

Zhang Yifan felt a surge of heat explode from the base of his spine, rushing upwards along the spine like a red-hot iron chain wandering through the gaps in his bones.

The heat flowed through the spine, into the shoulder blades, surged into the arms, and finally contracted sharply at the knuckles.

It felt as if an invisible steel wire had tightened all the tendons and bones in my body once again.

He heard a series of extremely faint cracking sounds emanating from all the joints in his body, like an old bamboo frame being re-tied and reinforced.

Muscles, bones, and reflexes are all recalibrated in that instant. Countless Jeet Kune Do movements, breathing techniques, footwork, and power generation skills flood the brain like a compressed file being decompressed, and are then installed in a flash.

Zhang Yifan slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

The feeling was so strange. Even though he hadn't done anything, he felt that even if a brick flew over, he could dodge it with his eyes closed and then easily split it in two.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

To onlookers, Zhang Yifan simply handed over ten yuan, which Peng Kaifei accepted, and then remained silent for a moment.

But the expressions on the faces of everyone around him were far more interesting than those of Zhang Yifan himself.

Some people were trying not to laugh, while others looked completely bewildered. Zong Wen's mouth was agape enough to fit a tea egg. He had been following Zhang Yifan since the cafeteria and thought he was immune to his brother's unusual behavior today, but at this moment he still felt that he had been too conservative in his thinking.

Guo Hao pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, his small eyes behind the lenses filled with confusion.

What is Zhang Yifan doing? That person publicly humiliated him for a year, why is he still paying him money?

There were looks of admiration, looks of pity for a fool, and most of all, looks of someone who was waiting to see what would happen but found that things had turned out completely differently than expected, and thus their brains went blank.

Everyone vaguely sensed that Zhang Yifan's ten yuan wasn't an admission of defeat, but rather a provocation akin to a dimensional attack.

Using the area the other party is most proud of, and in the most understated way, they trampled the other party's dignity into the cracks between the floor tiles.

Peng Kaifei finally realized what was happening.

He looked down at the crumpled ten-yuan note in his hand, stained with the oil from spicy snacks, and then looked up at Zhang Yifan's still calm face.

An unprecedented sense of humiliation shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.

Who is he? Peng Kaifei! A well-known rich kid from No. 1 High School!

He's the one who usually uses money to humiliate others; when has he ever been humiliated by someone else using money?

And what's more! It's only ten yuan! Ten yuan! Even a cup of milk tea costs more than that!

"You fucking—"

Peng Kaifei's face turned purple, and veins bulged from his neck.

He slammed the ten-yuan note hard on the ground. The banknote landed lightly without making a sound.

The next second, he swung his fist and smashed it into Zhang Yifan's face.