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The next day, Zhang Yifan walked into the classroom.

There were only a few students in the classroom, a handful of early risers reading their books. When they saw Zhang Yifan enter, they looked surprised.

Zhang Yifan put down his schoolbag without making any unnecessary movements. He took out a math practice paper from the drawer, opened the last challenging problem he hadn't finished yesterday, and his pen fell steadily.

The countdown above the blackboard has decreased by one day: there are 36 days left until the college entrance examination.

The ending in the system, where someone scored 680 points but ruined their future, was like an invisible string, constantly taut in his heart.

He knew very well that in this life, he wanted more than just to get into a good university; he wanted to score well above 680 points, to walk into the highest institution of learning with dignity, and to put his parents at ease so they would never have to worry about him again.

Let's just set a simple goal of 700 points!

The world's clamor is irrelevant to him.

At this moment, his world consists only of exam papers, question types, and formulas.

When his deskmate Zong Wen came running in, panting, carrying his schoolbag, he saw Zhang Yifan sitting upright with a slight frown, his eyes fixed on the test paper, not even glancing up at him after he sat down.

Zong Wen paused for a moment, then silently placed the breakfast on the corner of the table, not daring to make a sound to disturb them.

He witnessed the dramatic changes that took place in a single day.

Zhang Yifan, who used to linger around Lin Wanqing as soon as get out of class ended, his eyes glued to her and impossible to shake off, seems to have truly disappeared completely.

The bell rang for the morning reading session, and the classroom gradually filled with people.

Zhang Yifan maintained the same posture, working through problems, calculating, and verifying his work in one go.

Just as he took the crucial step in solving a difficult derivative problem and let out a long sigh of relief—

【Ding--】

The cold yet familiar system voice rang out in my mind without warning.

Zhang Yifan paused slightly in his grip on the pen, his face expressionless.

Again.

Can't this lousy system just let him do some practice problems in peace?

[System notification: Host's current bank card balance: 300,000 yuan.]

[System suggestion: Older adults should continue learning to keep their brains active, which can effectively prevent Alzheimer's disease.]

The system has detected a "Senior Citizens' University" near the host, offering a wide range of courses and excellent teachers.

[Task posted: New semester, new beginning.]

[Task Description: Go to the Senior Citizens' University, meet the head teacher of the senior class, and successfully obtain his contact information.]

[Reward for the mission: A guaranteed winning scratch-off lottery ticket worth 300,000 yuan.]

Zhang Yifan: "..."

A scratch-off lottery ticket worth 300,000?

A university for senior citizens?

head teacher?

He slowly raised his head and looked around blankly.

The classroom was filled with the youthful energy of seventeen or eighteen-year-olds, with their youthful, innocent faces and blue and white school uniforms.

On the podium, Fu Kai had already walked in with his lesson plan. He put his thermos on the lectern, cleared his throat, and prepared to start the first lesson.

This doesn't look like a senior citizens' university at all!

Shouldn't senior citizen universities be places where elderly people hold hands to practice calligraphy, put their arms around each other's waists to learn to dance, and listen to health lectures in a tender and affectionate atmosphere?

How did he end up in a senior high school classroom?

Zhang Yifan mentally ranted, his lips twitching slightly.

What the hell is this senior citizen university?! What the hell is this senior citizen university class teacher?!

But the next second, his heart skipped a beat.

A scratch-off lottery ticket that guarantees a win of 300,000.

These words, as if by magic, firmly captured his entire attention.

With this scratch-off lottery ticket, he could legitimately give the money to his parents by saying he was lucky enough to win the prize.

This not only improved the family's financial situation, but also allowed him to keep the original 300,000 yuan.

This deal is a steal, a huge profit!

Zhang Yifan looked around at his vibrant classmates again, his gaze gradually hardening.

This is a university for senior citizens!

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

Instead of going to find Lin Wanqing as before, Zhang Yifan stood up and walked straight to the podium.

Fu Kai was tidying up his lesson plans when he saw him walking over and paused for a moment.

Zhang Yifan hasn't contacted him proactively for a long time.

Ever since he became infatuated with Lin Wanqing, this guy has avoided her like the plague, like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Teacher Fu."

"Hmm?" Fu Kai pushed up his glasses. "What's up?"

"Okay, let's talk in your office."

Fu Kai glanced at him, didn't ask any more questions, and turned to walk towards his office.

Zhang Yifan followed behind.

There were no other teachers in the office.

Fu Kai sat down, placed his thermos on the table, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip.

"Speak, what is it?"

I'd like to add you on WeChat.

Fu Kai paused for a moment as he twisted the cap.

He recalled the news he had heard yesterday: Zhang Yifan had rejected Lin Wanqing in front of the whole class.

To be honest, he didn't quite believe it.

This guy has been licking Lin Wanqing's boots for a year, how could he just break it off like that?

Who knows, it might be some new trick Lin Wanqing has come up with.

But Zhang Yifan's next words changed his mind.

"If I encounter any difficulties in my studies in the future, it will be easier to communicate with you," Zhang Yifan said calmly. "I'm aiming for 700 points."

Fu Kai stopped what he was doing.

700 points.

No one in their school has ever achieved this score since the school was founded.

He looked into Zhang Yifan's eyes—there was no evasion, no guilty conscience, only a calmness he couldn't quite describe.

"Okay." Fu Kai took out his phone. "Scan my QR code."

Zhang Yifan took out his phone and scanned Fu Kai's QR code.

Friend request sent successfully.

Fu Kai glanced at his phone screen and tapped "accept".

Then he put away his phone, looked up at Zhang Yifan, and said in a low voice:

"Take your phone back and keep it safe. Don't take it out at school. Otherwise, it will be difficult for me as a teacher."

Zhang Yifan was taken aback for a moment, then immediately gave a knowing look and nodded: "I understand, Teacher Fu."

"Alright, let's go back."

Zhang Yifan turned and walked towards the door, but stopped again at the door.

"Thank you, Teacher Fu."

Fu Kai waved his hand, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up slightly.

After Zhang Yifan left, he picked up his thermos, took another sip, and muttered to himself:

"This kid is really like a completely different person."

[Ding—Congratulations, host, on completing the mission.]

[Mission Reward: A guaranteed winning scratch-off lottery ticket worth 300,000 yuan. Please go to any lottery shop today to buy it; you are guaranteed to win!]

Zhang Yifan returned to his seat, his heart pounding.

Three hundred thousand.

Adding the original 300,000, that makes 600,000.

He was doing his accounts when a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

"Zhang Yifan".

Her voice was soft and sweet.

He turned his head.

Lin Wanqing's best friend, Zhao Rong, was standing behind him at some point.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yifan asked in a flat tone.

"It's nothing," Zhao Rong tilted her head, "I just thought you were in good spirits today, so I came to check on you."

"Thank you, it's nothing."

"It's alright." Zhao Rong smiled, turned around and left.

But instead of returning to her seat, she went straight to Lin Wanqing.

The two people huddled together, talking about something.

Zhang Yifan wasn't interested in looking at it and turned back to continue memorizing vocabulary.

Only one thought was in my mind:

Go buy some scratch-off lottery tickets as soon as school's over!