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

Shen Zhiyi had considered it.

He tried to strike up a conversation with her when he was in the first year of high school, but she just glanced at him like he was looking at air and ignored him completely without even saying "no".

Later, he found out that although Shen Zhiyi's family was not as ostentatious as his, their background was much deeper.

Shen Zhiyi's father works in the provincial education department, her mother is a member of the municipal political consultative conference, and several of her relatives hold important positions within the system.

This kind of family is not one he can mess with lightly; even a scoundrel like him knows his limits.

Therefore, he could only suppress his filthy thoughts about Shen Zhiyi and instead pursue Lin Wanqing.

But not daring to provoke them doesn't mean they have no ideas.

Now, Shen Zhiyi, who used to ignore him, has actually taken the initiative to come to Zhang Yifan.

A penniless bookworm! How could he swallow this insult?

He suddenly stood up and strode to the last row.

"Zhang Yifan." His voice was low, but the anger inside was barely contained. "Don't leave after evening self-study."

Zhang Yifan finally raised his head, looking at Peng Kaifei's flushed face and clenched fists, his expression unchanged, as if waiting for him to continue.

"What happened at noon isn't over yet. Don't think you're so great just because you used some underhanded tricks. If you've got the guts, I'll show you what regret is."

Zhang Yifan looked at him for two seconds, then asked, "How many people did you bring?"

Peng Kaifei was taken aback by his question.

Why isn't this person following the script?

Shouldn't a normal person ask "What do you want to do?" or "What do you mean?"

What does it mean to say how many people you brought?

But since things had gotten this far, he had to maintain his composure, so he gave a cold laugh and said menacingly, "You'll get what's coming to you, just you wait."

After saying that, he turned around and strode out of the classroom. He paused for a moment as he passed Lin Wanqing's seat, as if he wanted to say something more.

But seeing that Lin Wanqing was staring blankly at the lunchbox and had no intention of looking up at him, his lips twitched, and he quickened his pace and left.

The students in Class 9 looked at each other in bewilderment.

The afternoon's tranquility was shattered once again by Peng Kaifei's outburst, and whispers began to rise again.

Some people were worried that Zhang Yifan would really be cornered, some thought Peng Kaifei was just bluffing, and some secretly took out their phones to send a message to the class next door to broadcast "Young Master Peng challenges Zhang Yifan to a second duel".

Zhang Yifan put down his pen, unscrewed his thermos, took a sip of water, and glanced at the completely dark sky outside the window.

There were no security cameras in the alley near the school gate, but Peng Kaifei chose a pretty professional location.

He mentally went over the Jeet Kune Do footwork: sidestep, sliding step, low side kick, and then continued working on his problems.

Zong Wen looked at him with a "don't you have any sense of crisis?" look, opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end just sighed.

I took my phone out and put it in the desk drawer with the screen facing up. I had already dialed 110, and all that was left was to press the call button.

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The bell rang for evening self-study.

Fu Kai walked in carrying a thermos cup, and after sitting on the podium for only a few minutes, he was called away by the grade group to attend an impromptu meeting.

Before leaving, he told her to "study quietly and don't let me hear anyone chatting when I come back," and then hurriedly left with his lesson plan.

The moment the homeroom teacher left, a commotion erupted in the classroom.

At first, it was just a low-frequency buzzing noise, scattered throughout the classroom. Later, it grew louder and denser, like a pot of water going from bubbling to boiling over.

"The lottery shop is right at the school gate. When I passed by after school, I saw a large crowd of people inside, at least a dozen, all watching a boy wearing our senior year school uniform scratch a lottery ticket."

"Three hundred thousand! Not thirty thousand, but three hundred thousand. Just think about it, what does it mean for a high school student to suddenly have three hundred thousand in their pocket?"

The boys got more and more excited as they talked, and the girls in the front row were also intrigued and turned around to join the discussion.

Zhao Rong was helping Lin Wanqing put the insulated lunchbox left by Peng Kaifei into the table drawer when she heard the words "300,000" and almost dropped her chopsticks.

"I heard that the boy bought a ten-dollar scratch-off ticket and won the grand prize on the spot. The lottery shop owner personally confirmed it and even wrote out the prize redemption process for him. Ten dollars turned into three hundred thousand, what kind of luck is that?"

Zhao Rong slammed her lunchbox on the table, her eyes lighting up: "Three hundred thousand yuan all to myself? That means I can buy whatever I want! The latest cell phones, designer bags, I can buy as many as I want! If someone in our class won three hundred thousand yuan, that would be amazing. At the very least, I could treat everyone to a meal at Haidilao, right?"

"Alright, Rongrong," Lin Wanqing said softly, her tone as polite as ever, "300,000 sounds like a lot, but it's really not that much. The sports car Peng Kaifei's dad bought him cost more than that just for modifications. If you're really envious, you should study hard and earn your own money in the future."

Zhao Rong pursed her lips and didn't say anything more, but her eyes kept glancing in the direction of the lottery shop.

Zong Wen and Zhang Yifan sat in the last row.

While the other students were having a lively discussion, the two of them remained quiet, like outsiders.

Zong Wen was quiet because he was holding it in, biting his lip tightly, afraid that if he opened his mouth he would reveal the truth.

Zhang Yifan was quiet because he was seriously doing an English cloze test.

Zhao Rong was still enthusiastically describing to the girls next to her how to spend the 300,000 yuan.

I'll buy a designer handbag first, then go on a trip to Sanya, and save the rest as my personal savings.

She spoke with great enthusiasm, her voice growing louder and louder, her tone revealing an undisguised excitement that said, "Even though I didn't win, just thinking about it makes me feel great."

When Zongwen heard her say something like "It's good to be rich, only poor people shout that studying can change their fate," coupled with her materialistic face, he couldn't help but let out a very short, breathy snort.

Zhao Rong heard it.

She turned her head, her gaze passing over several rows of desks and landing on two people in the last row.

Zong Wen still had a sneer on his face that he hadn't had time to take back, while Zhang Yifan was expressionless as he looked down at his problem, but the faint smile on his lips hadn't completely disappeared.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhao Rong's voice rose a half-tone. "Wanqing and I were discussing that lucky lottery winner, and you two didn't say a word the whole time. Now you're laughing at us? What's so funny?"

Zong Wen originally didn't want to argue with her, but Zhao Rong's aggressive demeanor made him unable to control his temper. He leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and said, "What are you going to do with everything, even people's laughter?"

"Funny? What's so funny? Tell me!"

Zhao Rong got more and more excited as she talked, her voice so loud that the surrounding rows all fell silent to watch the spectacle.

"You two, one a poor student from an ordinary working-class family, and the other a penniless loser who lives off others by being a sycophant. Hearing that someone won 300,000, are you so jealous your teeth are practically falling out?"

"At least Wanqing and I were having a serious discussion. What about you? You can't even win the lottery, but you have the nerve to laugh at others. How amusing."

"If you won 300,000, wouldn't you be so scared your legs would turn to jelly and you'd kneel on the ground? You probably wouldn't even know which way the prize redemption hall door opens!"