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

When Zhang Yang saw Lin Wanqing return, his attention immediately and uncontrollably shifted from the several classmates who were fawning over him to her.

He held his teacup, his gaze following Lin Wanqing from the doorway all the way to the corner.

The smug smile on his lips faded slightly, replaced by a more subtle expression.

The classmates who were trying to curry favor with him also noticed it.

One of the boys had an idea and deliberately raised his voice a few decibels:

"Young Master Zhang, you're the first among our classmates to own a car, and a BMW at that! It's truly enviable! I've never ridden in a BMW before. I wonder if Young Master Zhang could let us see your ride?"

Zhang Yang was still immersed in the subtle emotions of Lin Wanqing's return when he was startled by being called "Young Master Zhang".

Then he saw the boy wink at him and glance in Lin Wanqing's direction, and he suddenly realized what was going on.

You're such a smart kid! With your emotional intelligence, I'll definitely make you my assistant when I become a star!

He immediately switched back to his easygoing and generous expression, waved his hand, and said:

"We're all classmates. What's with this 'Young Master Zhang' thing? It's just a car. Feel free to look if you want."

"This is a good opportunity to get some fresh air; it's been really stuffy in the private room."

He had barely finished speaking when the door to the private room was pushed open.

A waiter in a restaurant uniform stood at the door, glanced around the private rooms, and asked, "Excuse me, is that white BMW 3 Series by the door yours?"

Zhang Yang straightened up from the back of his chair and nodded: "It's mine, so what?"

The shop assistant's expression was a little complicated: "You'd better go outside and take a look, your car has been hit."

Zhang Yang's face immediately darkened.

He jumped up from his chair, grabbed the car keys from the table, and headed for the door.

This is his brand new car! He barely even got to warm up the steering wheel before it got hit?

Once he leaves, make sure the person who hit his car pays him a hefty compensation!

The students around were taken aback at first, and then they all stood up.

Even the rational ones who were somewhat dismissive of Zhang Yang's boasting just now couldn't suppress their most primal gossip instincts.

After all, people can gossip about anything regardless of their stance, especially when the gossip comes from one's own classmate.

In an instant, everyone in the private room put down their chopsticks and followed Zhang Yang out in single file, rushing towards the restaurant entrance.

Lin Wanqing sat in the corner, watching everyone leave. After hesitating for a moment, she also stood up.

At this moment, outside the hotel.

Zong Wen squatted on the ground, holding his head in his hands, staring at the front bumper of the white BMW 3 Series in front of him.

To be precise, it was looking at the hole that the tow hook had made in the front bumper.

The hole was neither too big nor too small, just big enough to fit a fist. The surrounding paint was cracked in a spiderweb pattern, and fragments were scattered all over the ground.

He turned his head and looked at the meteorite black Defender behind him. The Defender's rear bumper was undamaged, and a small piece of plastic torn from the BMW's bumper was still hanging on the tow hook, swaying gently in the evening breeze.

"It's all over, it ......"

Zongwen buried his face in his hands, his voice muffled as it came through his fingers.

"Brother Fan, I've really messed up this time."

I should have practiced more before driving. The reverse parking in driving school is completely different from real driving!

The parking garage lines in the driving school are clearly marked, and the number of turns of the steering wheel is fixed for each point the rearview mirror is aligned with.

In reality, the parking space lines are worn away, and the cars next to me are parked crookedly. When I get nervous, I just…”

Zhang Yifan stood next to him, looked down at the damage to the BMW, and then at the tow hook of his own Defender, which hadn't even had a scratch on its paint.

He said calmly, "The car has full insurance. We can discuss and handle it when the BMW owner arrives. The person is fine, and the car isn't seriously damaged. Don't panic."

"But what if the other driver doesn't forgive me? What if he sends people to block us? What if he takes advantage of my young age to extort money from me?"

Once Zongwen's catastrophic thinking is started, he can't stop it.

Zhang Yifan did not answer him.

Because a series of hurried footsteps could be heard coming from the restaurant entrance, accompanied by a cursing voice approaching from afar.

"Who the hell hit my car? I'm so unlucky! I was parked perfectly fine in my spot and still got hit. Do you even know how to drive?!"

Zhang Yang strode ahead, clutching the car keys in his hand, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

He was followed by a large group of classmates who came out to watch the commotion, and some of them were whispering among themselves.

Zhang Yang rushed to the parking lot and the first thing he saw was his white BMW 3 Series and the shocking hole in the front bumper.

His mouth opened and closed, his lips twitching with heartache.

Then he saw the vehicle that caused the accident.

The rear of the car was facing him, with its square and sturdy body lines and meteorite black paint that gleamed subtly under the streetlights. The spare tire cover hanging on the trunk had a few English letters printed on it.

Although he wasn't a car expert, he still recognized those few English letters.

This is a Land Rover Defender; its price is enough to buy several of his 3 Series cars.

His cursing involuntarily subsided, and all the questions and provocations he had prepared stuck in his throat, fearing that the person sitting opposite him was indeed some powerful figure he couldn't afford to offend.

Then the two people squatting next to the Land Rover heard the noise and turned around at the same time.

Zhang Yang was stunned.

All the classmates who had followed him out to watch the commotion were also stunned.

The people standing next to the Land Rover Defender weren't big shots; they were Zhang Yifan and Zong Wen.

The students reacted much faster than Zhang Yang.

Someone was the first to react, exclaiming in shock, "Holy crap, Zhang Yifan and Zong Wen collided? This is truly a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple!"

Then a second voice chimed in, the focus clearly shifting: "Wait... what kind of car are they driving? A Land Rover Defender? How much does that cost? When did Zhang Yifan start driving a Land Rover?"

"Damn, he's the top scorer in the province and drives a million-dollar Land Rover, while we were just calling him a nobody on the side of the road... So who's the nobody on the side of the road here?"

The students who had been praising Zhang Yang in the private room fell silent for a moment.

One of them looked down at his hand, which was still resting on Zhang Yang's shoulder, and silently withdrew it.

Lin Wanqing stood at the back of the crowd. From the moment she stepped out of the restaurant, her gaze pierced through the crowd and precisely locked onto the figure leaning against the Land Rover Defender.

Zhang Yifan leaned against the Land Rover Defender, his hands still in his pockets, tilting his head slightly to listen to what Zong Wen was saying, a faint smile on his lips.

The top scorer in the province, a battle for prestigious schools, the mayor personally offering congratulations, a Land Rover Defender...

Each label was like a lamp that grew brighter and brighter, making the boy who used to chase after her and whom she disliked for being dull and boring shine more and more brightly, so brightly that she could hardly open her eyes.

She remembered the plastic bag he used to carry when he passed through the classroom to bring her milk tea, and how she never even glanced at him when she took it.

At that time, she felt that she had plenty of resources and choices.

Now, all those things she once trampled underfoot have become heights she can no longer reach.

Her eyes lit up in the darkness, not from surprise, but from a complex emotion that she herself couldn't quite explain.

There was regret, resentment, and a hint of attraction she was reluctant to admit.

She clenched her fists.

I must speak to him today.

This is the last chance!

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