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

Zhang Yifan nodded, turned around and followed Fu Kai out of the office.

The old discipline inspection commissioner stood there, watching the figure in the blue and white school uniform disappear around the corner of the stairs, before thoughtfully withdrawing his gaze.

"Are you crazy! Do you even know what you just did?!"

Fu Kai walked ahead, his steps quick and hurried.

"That's the disciplinary committee! You reported the principal for hiding a safe in front of the disciplinary committee! What if there's nothing in that wall? What if you're mistaken? But speaking of which, how did you know there was a safe in that wall?"

"I guessed."

Zhang Yifan followed behind, his tone relaxed.

"You guessed it?! You can guess something like this?! You're trying to fool people with the disciplinary committee's investigation, wait..."

Fu Kai suddenly stopped, turned around and stared at Zhang Yifan, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses.

"That's not what you said in the office just now. You said you saw it when you came to report the grades, but when did you ever come to my office to report grades? What grades do you have that need to be reported directly to the principal? You were just...

"Teacher Fu, the safe has been found, the stolen money can be recovered, and Principal Meng has another piece of evidence against him. Isn't this a win-win situation?"

Zhang Yifan quickened his pace and passed Fu Kai.

"As for how I know, I'll explain it to you when I have the chance."

"What do you mean by 'there will be opportunities later'???"

Just as Fu Kai was about to chase after him to continue asking questions, the electronic voice in Zhang Yifan's mind rang out.

【Ding--】

[Congratulations, host, on completing this stage of the mission: Locate the hidden safe in Principal Meng's office.]

[Task Evaluation: Good heavens!!! The system simply can't believe it!!! The safe has already been sealed by the Discipline Inspection Commission. How could you, a 68-year-old scavenger who wouldn't even take a bus and walked four kilometers home to save three yuan, still complete the task after the safe was sealed by the Discipline Inspection Commission?!]

[The system's original plan was for you to take your time: first, apply for a job as a school security guard to infiltrate the office building; then, spend a few months figuring out the location of Principal Meng's office; and finally, during the winter break, use a screwdriver and a crowbar to smash open the wall on a dark and stormy night.]

[But it doesn't matter anymore, the safe has been found! Mission accomplished! You are the most outrageous host this system has ever bound to!]

[Task Reward: Ten million yuan in cash.]

[System notification: Ten million has been deposited into your bank account. Considering your current living conditions—a subdivided room in a shantytown costing only 300 yuan a month, without even a proper lock—the system strongly recommends that you change your residence as soon as possible.]

[No, this isn't a suggestion, it's a plea. You have over ten million yuan in your pocket, yet you live in a tiny, cramped room where the door could be kicked open with one foot. The system worries about you every day. Please, rent a decent place, at least get a new security door.]

[The funds have been deposited into the host's bank card. Current balance: 10.8 million yuan.]

Zhang Yifan paused for a moment.

Ten million eight hundred thousand.

What does what the system said about applying for a security guard job, figuring out the location, using screwdrivers and crowbars, smashing walls during winter break, being chased by urban management officers, and applying for senior citizen cards have to do with him?

That was the script for a 68-year-old; he's now an 18-year-old high school student, walking openly around the school building every day in his school uniform.

However, he had no time to argue with the system anymore, because the balance on the bank card in his pocket had already reached eight figures.

He stood in the corridor of the teaching building, and large patches of morning light poured in through the windows, turning his blue and white school uniform into a light gold color.

The sound of students reading aloud came from the end of the corridor, and physical education students were running laps on the playground downstairs. The leaves of the old locust tree at the school gate rustled in the breeze.

Everything is the same as yesterday.

But the difference is that he is now a multi-millionaire.

"What are you standing there for?" Fu Kai caught up from behind and patted him on the back of the head. "Hurry up and get back to class!"

"Hmph~ Hmph hmph hmph hmph~ Hahahahaha!"

Zhang Yifan tilted his head back and let out a laugh.

The typical rich man's laugh—a hum that starts from his nose, resonates, rises all the way to his chest, and ends with him leaning back—echoed for several seconds in the empty corridor, even turning on the motion-activated lights.

Fu Kai leaned back slightly from his laughter, instinctively adjusting his glasses: "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing!"

Zhang Yifan replied in a drawn-out tone, with each word taking a detour, then turned around, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked towards the classroom.

His steps were unhurried, his back ramrod straight, and he managed to make his blue and white school uniform, which had been washed countless times, look like he was walking the runway at Milan Fashion Week.

Fu Kai stood there, watching Zhang Yifan walk away with his hands behind his back, disappearing around the corner of the stairs. His mind was filled with questions that almost overflowed from the top of his head.

He had been teaching this child for almost three years. Usually, when Lin Wanqing publicly humiliated him, he would just lower his head and remain silent. When he ranked first in the grade, he would just purse his lips and nod. Children from ordinary families always carried a certain cautiousness.

But that laugh just now wasn't confidence; it was the confidence of a grandfather.

"Did this kid... win the lottery or strike it rich?"

Fu Kai muttered something to himself.

When Zhang Yifan pushed open the back door of the classroom, the entire Class 9 was silent for a second.

Then it was like someone poured a ladle of water into a pot of boiling oil, and it fried.

"He's back! He's back! Zhang Yifan is back!"

Several boys in the back row jumped up from their seats first, and someone took the lead in clapping. The applause and cheers exploded instantly, so loud that they startled students from other classes passing by in the corridor, who all craned their necks to look into the window of Class 9.

Zong Wen jumped up from his seat, rushed to Zhang Yifan in a few strides, grabbed his shoulder, and patted him hard several times.

"After you ran out with Teacher Fu, I've been checking messages in the classroom! All the other senior classes are saying that Principal Meng was taken away in a police car, the cafeteria's contract was voided, and that fat guy Zhou Degui was taken away too! Yifan, do you even know what you did? You led hundreds of us to smash up the cafeteria, and not only did you get away with it, you even got the principal and his brother-in-law locked up!"

Guo Hao also stood up from his seat, pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, and his round face showed more confidence than when he revealed the truth in the cafeteria yesterday. He then joined in the applause.

Some people crowded around Zhang Yifan's desk to ask him if he had really stormed into the principal's office and reported it to the disciplinary committee. Others held up short videos of the cafeteria being vandalized on their phone screens, their emotions running high as if they had participated in the uprising themselves.

Those senior high school boys who participated in smashing the cafeteria pounded their chests, their faces beaming with pride at their victory.

Zhang Yifan's shoulders were shaking so badly by Zong Wen that they almost fell apart, but he still had a calm smile on his face.

He patted Zongwen on the back and said in a slow and unhurried tone, "Keep it down~ Keep it down~", then walked back to his seat with his hands behind his back, pulled out a chair, sat down, and took a sip of water from his thermos.

His movements were exactly the same as usual, but Zong Wen, who was sitting next to him, inexplicably felt that this guy was twisting a cup lid in a way that made it look like he was opening a champagne bottle.

Lin Wanqing, sitting in the front row, gripped her English textbook with white knuckles, unaware that she was biting her lower lip hard.

At this time yesterday, Zhang Yifan was still that simp who fawned over her, the object of ridicule in the whole class, and the one she cared about the least.

But now, he led all the senior students in smashing up the cafeteria, put the principal in a police car, and walked down the corridor as if he were walking a red carpet, being welcomed by people lining the way.

All the gazes that had once lingered on her were now fixed on the last row, by the window.

Zhang Yifan hasn't even glanced in her direction since he entered the classroom.

She suddenly realized something: it wasn't that Zhang Yifan had become stronger, but that she had never truly understood this person from beginning to end.

The look he once gave her is now completely gone.