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

Zhang Yifan was completely dumbfounded.

He tried to argue back, trying to tell himself that it was just a hallucination, an auditory hallucination caused by too much stress lately.

But the sound was too clear.

Just as he was desperately trying to calm himself down, the system's voice sounded again.

【Ding--】

[Task posted.]

You suddenly recalled the past, remembering your senior year of high school, when you spent a year being a simp in pursuit of Lin Wanqing, the class beauty, becoming the laughingstock of the entire grade.

You remember the milk tea you bought for her, the homework you did for her, the errands you ran for her. You remember the matter-of-fact look on her face when she accepted things, and the light in her eyes when she talked about other boys in front of you.

Thinking about all this, you feel your toes digging into the ground, and you wish you could travel back in time and slap your eighteen-year-old self awake!

[Task: Refuse Lin Wanqing's request.]

[Task Description: Find Lin Wanqing, the former class beauty. No matter what she asks of you, no matter what tone or expression she uses, you have only one answer—]

【"not good."】

[Reward for the task: 100,000 RMB in cash.]

[Task Difficulty: Extremely High]

[Reason: Class beauty Lin Wanqing has already married into a wealthy family and settled abroad. You, on the other hand, are just a poor guy who can't even afford a taxi.]

Zhang Yifan: "..."

He slowly raised his head.

He looked at Lin Wanqing standing right in front of him.

I stood right in front of him.

Less than half a meter.

Wearing a school uniform, with her hair down, and a smile on her face that he knew all too well, a smile that seemed both coquettish and condescending.

Lin Wanqing spoke up.

"Yifan, I'm thirsty." She pouted slightly. "I want a Starbucks Vanilla Frappuccino, can you go buy it for me?"

Her voice was sweet and soft, like she was being coquettish.

Zhang Yifan stared at her blankly.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the other students in the class.

The two boys at the table in front of him were leaning to the side, watching him with amusement. The one on the left even winked at his companion.

The girl across the aisle on the right pretended to be reading a book, but the pages hadn't been turned in a long time, and a faint smile played on her lips.

The boys in the back row simply stopped pretending and openly looked this way; one of them clearly mouthed:

"It's starting, it's starting!"

Zhang Yifan suddenly understood those gazes.

That's not envy, that's watching a show.

It's like watching a fool perform a play.

He remembered what the system had just said.

"It became the laughing stock of the entire grade."

So that's what it meant. So that's what it always meant.

He simply didn't know, or rather, he didn't want to know.

"Yifan?" Lin Wanqing called out again, her tone tinged with a hint of displeasure. "What's wrong with you? People are talking to you."

Zhang Yifan snapped out of his daze and looked into Lin Wanqing's eyes.

Those almond-shaped eyes were beautiful, with slightly upturned corners, giving them a natural, alluring look when they gazed at people.

But at that moment, what he saw in those eyes was neither concern nor expectation.

It is certainty.

It is a matter of course and certainty.

She was certain he would agree.

She was certain that he would do what he had done countless times before: without a word, he would stand up, walk across most of the campus to the commercial street near the school gate, queue for twenty minutes, spend thirty-eight yuan to buy a Frappuccino, and then run back breathlessly to hand it to her, receiving a light "Thank you, Yifan" in return.

Zhang Yifan opened his mouth.

It felt like something was stuck in his throat.

If the system doesn't arrive, he will definitely say:

"it is good."

"I'll go right away."

Would you like to order a dessert?

But the cold, electronic voice still echoed in my mind.

Zhang Yifan slowly clenched his fist.

Then he raised his head, looked at Lin Wanqing, and said firmly:

"not good."

The air in the classroom seemed to freeze.

The smiles on the faces of the two boys at the table in front of them froze.

The girl across the aisle finally turned a page of her book—but her hand froze in mid-air.

The boy in the back row who said "It's starting, it's starting" opened his mouth into an exaggerated "O" shape.

Then, someone made a sound, though it's unclear who it was.

"Holy crap?"

"Holy crap, holy crap?"

Did I hear that right?

"What did he just say? 'No'?"

"He's been possessed, hasn't he? This guy's a total simp! He's been possessed!"

"I regret it. Can the betting be restarted? Is it too late for me to bet against him?"

The sound grew louder and louder.

It was like a pot had exploded.

Lin Wanqing, the person involved, had an even more interesting expression.

She didn't react at first, blinked, and still had a smile on her face.

Then the smile gradually disappeared.

Instead, there was an incredulous sense of bewilderment.

"What...what did you say?"

She asked the question instinctively.

Zhang Yifan did not repeat it.

He simply looked at her, his gaze calm.

Lin Wanqing's expression finally changed.

She bit her lower lip, and tears quickly welled up in her eyes.

In the past, whenever she showed this expression, Zhang Yifan would panic, apologize repeatedly, and agree to anything.

But this time, Zhang Yifan still firmly said, "No!"

Then, he heard the electronic voice.

【Ding--】

[Congratulations, host, on completing the beginner's quest.]

[Task Evaluation: Lin Wanqing's request was rejected.]

Task completion rate: 100%

[System Evaluation: Good heavens! The host found Lin Wanqing so quickly and rejected her on the spot! The system originally estimated that it would take the host at least a year to save enough money for the journey and complete this task. Unexpectedly, the host completed it in less than a minute after the task was issued! Truly, hard work pays off!]

[Rewards being distributed...]

[Reward: 100,000 RMB in cash.]

The system has automatically opened a bank account for the host and deposited 100,000 yuan in cash.

[The bank card has been placed in the host's right trouser pocket.]

Zhang Yifan: "..."

System, are you such a drama queen?

He reached into his right trouser pocket.

My fingertips touched something hard and square.

Bank card.

There really is a bank card.

His hands trembled slightly.

If the system's tasks and rewards are real, does that mean that the "68-year-old self" described by that voice is also real?

That old man who had accomplished nothing, whose later years were miserable, and who couldn't even afford a taxi.

It's about not having a system within yourself?

The thought was like a needle piercing his mind, sending chills down his spine.

But at the same time, another thought popped into my head.

If all of this is true, if the system really did give him a second chance...

He will never live like that again, even if he dies!

He looked up; the classroom was still noisy.

Lin Wanqing stood there, her eyes filled with disbelief, as if she had been betrayed by a great tragedy.

Zhang Yifan glanced at her indifferently, his tone calm yet unquestionable:

"Is there anything else? If not, don't bother me while I'm studying."