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

And that's 300,000!

With 300,000 yuan, his poor family background was no longer a problem.

Conversely, a high school student winning 300,000 yuan on his own is even more impressive than a rich kid from a wealthy family.

After all, the money of the rich second generation comes from their parents, while Zhang Yifan's money is earned by himself.

"you're right."

Lin Wanqing also lowered her voice, her tone carrying a hint of emotion she couldn't quite describe.

"I used to look down on his family's financial situation. But things are different now. He has 300,000 yuan and he's a reliable person. Do you think Shen Zhiyi heard something when she came to see him?"

"Who knows?"

Zhao Rong pouted.

"But no matter how pretty Shen Zhiyi is, she's from another class. You're the class beauty of Class 9. You understand the principle of 'being near the water tower, one gets the moon first,' right?"

"But you saw Zhang Yifan's attitude today; he seems really determined not to turn back. Before, we tried to shift the blame and provoked Peng Kaifei to cause trouble, which probably didn't leave him with a good impression."

"So things can't go on like they used to."

Lin Wanqing's voice lowered, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes, but more so, calculation.

"Go and test his attitude for me again. He definitely won't agree to bring me breakfast or buy me milk tea, but this time let's not let him spend money on me. Let him treat the whole class to a meal. That way we can see if he still cares and also take the opportunity to strike up a conversation with him."

Zhao Rong's eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly.

She straightened her school uniform collar and stood up.

But in the instant she turned away, a hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes that she herself didn't even realize.

Why is it that someone like Zhang Yifan can win 300,000? Why is it that Lin Wanqing's sycophant can turn the tables?

But it's all good. Whether Lin Wanqing controls Zhang Yifan or she stirs things up herself, she has a reason to get closer to that 300,000.

She walked slowly down the aisle toward the last row, a smile on her face that said, "I'm doing this for your own good," a smile that was different from when she came to confront him in the afternoon and when she came to plead for Lin Wanqing in the evening.

This time it's softer, more approachable, and even has a touch of deliberate playfulness.

"Zhang Yifan,"

She stopped in front of Zhang Yifan's desk, her tone relaxed and lively, as if she were talking about something very ordinary.

"Let me tell you something. You won 300,000 yuan, shouldn't you do something to celebrate? After all, we're all classmates, we see each other all the time. You won such a big prize, how about we treat everyone to Haidilao? It'll only cost about a hundred yuan per person, it won't cost you much, and everyone can share in the good fortune. What do you say?"

She deliberately kept her voice at a level that was just loud enough for the surrounding rows to hear.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, several classmates who had been listening intently immediately chimed in.

"Yes, yes, Haidilao! I haven't had Haidilao in ages!"

"Zhang Yifan, be more generous! It's 300,000 yuan. Treating the whole class to a meal only costs a thousand or so yuan. It's nothing."

"That's right, that's right. If I win the lottery, I'll treat everyone to a meal. That's the rule, isn't it?"

"Our class hasn't had a meal together yet, isn't this a great opportunity?"

The classroom suddenly became lively, with even the students in the first few rows turning around to look at the last row with expectant eyes.

That's how people are; when the majority are making a fuss, the refusal of a minority seems ungrateful.

They may not actually be lacking in this Haidilao meal, but since someone is taking the lead, it's not a loss to join in and get a free meal.

Zhao Rong was very familiar with this tactic. She spoke lightly, created a lively atmosphere, and drew everyone present to her side, thus creating moral pressure.

In her view, a high school student being put on such a pedestal by the whole class has no choice but to agree, otherwise it would be inhumane.

Zong Wen's face had turned red.

He jumped to his feet, pointing at Zhao Rong and the group of classmates who had joined in the commotion, his voice trembling:

"This is moral blackmail! Who said he was a poor loser? Who said he'd have weak legs? Who said he wanted to marry a swan? Now that he's won 300,000, you're all rushing to curry favor with him? Why should we invite you? Which of you has ever done Zhang Yifan a favor?"

Zhao Rong's smile froze for a moment at his words, but she quickly recovered, glancing at Zong Wen out of the corner of her eye before turning to Zhang Yifan with an apologetic smile.

"It's not like we're inviting outsiders; they're all classmates. Besides, what's wrong with spending 300,000 on a meal?"

Zong Wen clenched his fists, wanting to continue attacking, but a hand firmly pressed down on his shoulder.

Zhang Yifan patted Zong Wen on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down, then looked up, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Rong and then over the classmates who were craning their necks for a response.

The classroom gradually quieted down, and everyone was waiting for his answer.

"I did win 300,000."

His voice was soft, his tone even, without boasting, without refusing, and without the embarrassment of being put on a pedestal.

But it was this calm tone that sent a chill down the spine of the most vocal group.

"But how this money is spent has nothing to do with you. Who I treat to dinner depends solely on whether they are my friends or not. It has absolutely nothing to do with what you just said about 'classmates,' 'frequent encounters,' or 'sharing the joy'."

He looked at Zhao Rong, his gaze so calm it was unsettling.

"As for moral blackmail? Sorry, as long as I have no morals, you can't blackmail me."

The classroom was silent for a full three seconds.

Then someone in the back row couldn't help but let out a very soft "pfft" sound, but dared not laugh out loud, and forced it into a cough.

Zong Wen was still furious, but Zhang Yifan's light yet powerful words completely extinguished his anger. His lips curled up wildly, and he lowered his head to pretend to check if his shoelaces were untied, his shoulders trembling.

The others who had joined in the commotion also sheepishly looked away. Some had their ears burning red, while others silently turned back to do their homework. No one mentioned Haidilao again.

Zhao Rong's expression changed repeatedly, her smile froze on her face, and she could no longer maintain her composure.

She opened her mouth as if to say something to save face, but Zhang Yifan had already turned his gaze back to the test paper, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Zhao Rong slunk back to her seat, her face looking as if she had swallowed a live fly.

Lin Wanqing didn't comfort her; she was also processing what had just happened, and the tangled mess in her mind was getting tighter and tighter.

With a calm and composed demeanor, he said, "As long as I have no morals, you can't hold me hostage," leaving the entire class speechless.

Is this Zhang Yifan the same person who was a simp she'd known for a year?