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Zhang Yifan was organizing his math notes. His pen paused on the paper for less than half a second before he continued writing.

"Yifan, what do you think will happen to Peng Kaifei if the Peng family really falls?"

"have no idea."

"He used to bully so many people at school because his dad was rich. Now that his dad is in trouble, do you think those people will come back to cause him trouble?"

Zhang Yifan put down his pen and turned to look out the window.

On the playground, physical education students were still running laps, the track turning white from the afternoon sun.

He looked away and turned to the next page of the workbook.

"He brought it on himself."

Before evening self-study, Zhang Yifan went to Xiaoxihu alone.

It's not to see anyone, I just want to find a quiet place to stay for a while.

There was no one by the lake, the couples hadn't started their shifts yet, and Abbess Miejue wouldn't be patrolling at this time.

He sat down on the bench and stared blankly at the reflection of the willow branches on the water.

It's only been three days since the system was linked to it.

In three days, he rejected Lin Wanqing, returned Zong Wen's money, won a scratch-off lottery, slapped Peng Kaifei in the face, confronted the principal, smashed the cafeteria, and busted a kidnapping gang.

The bank card in his pocket now has an eight-figure balance, and his parents still have a scratch-off lottery ticket worth 300,000 yuan that they haven't cashed yet.

Any one of these tasks would be enough for an ordinary person to work their whole life and still not be able to finish, yet he completed them all in three days.

My phone vibrated.

Shen Zhiyi's text message: "Did you do the last, most challenging question on the math mock exam?"

Zhang Yifan couldn't help but laugh when he saw the text message.

He sat up straight on a bench by the West Lake, thought for a moment, and then typed a message back.

"Not yet, you wait."

He put his phone back in his pocket, stood up and walked back, a smile on his face that he himself didn't even realize was on his face.

......

The next day.

Peng Kaifei arrived during the second period in the morning.

When he pushed open the back door of the classroom, the math teacher was writing the solution steps for an analytic geometry problem on the blackboard, the chalk making a crisp tapping sound as it hit the blackboard.

The sound of the door hinges turning made several boys sitting in the back row subconsciously look up, and then their expressions changed, not out of fear, but with a meaningful scrutiny.

Peng Kaifei stood at the door, wearing an ordinary white T-shirt, without a logo or any limited-edition design; it was just a plain white T-shirt.

The sneakers on his feet were no longer the coveted limited edition; he had changed to a pair of shoes whose brand was unrecognizable.

His hair wasn't styled with hair gel as usual; a few stray strands clung to his forehead, and he had dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept all night.

He stood at the door, his gaze sweeping halfway around the classroom, but he couldn't find the usual fawning smiles.

In the past, when he was late, his followers in the back row would always wave and shout, "Brother Fei, there's a seat here!" But today, all of them were looking down and pretending to be taking notes.

He didn't look at anyone, walked to his seat with his head down, pulled out a chair, stuffed his schoolbag into the desk drawer, and then stared blankly at the blackboard.

......

During break, Zongwen nudged Zhang Yifan with his elbow after returning from the restroom.

Zhang Yifan was working on a math test when he looked up at Zong Wen with a puzzled expression.

"Peng Kaifei is here for class," Zong Wen said to Zhang Yifan in a low voice, leaning on his desk.

"I heard from his classmates that he was wearing an old pair of shoes today, not the limited edition ones he used to wear. He didn't even scratch his head, and he looked really dejected. The guys who used to hang out with him all the time are now avoiding him."

Zhang Yifan didn't respond.

Zong Wen sighed again, this time without any schadenfreude, but with a more complex tone.

"What will he do if his family really goes bankrupt? He's never even passed his monthly exams. He's not really training for the long jump; he only got into the training team because his dad spent money on him. Now his dad is in dire straits, and he can't do anything but spend money."

That's his business.

Zhang Yifan put away the test paper, stood up, and went to the water dispenser at the end of the corridor to get some water.

He placed the thermos under the spout and listened to the dull echo of the water jet hitting the bottom of the cup.

Then he heard footsteps behind him, not the footsteps of someone passing by, but the footsteps of someone coming towards him.

He tightened the screws on the thermos and turned around.

Peng Kaifei stood in front of him, less than an arm's length away.

Upon closer inspection, Peng Kaifei's face appeared even more haggard than rumored.

His eyes were slightly red, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot. He stared at Zhang Yifan for a long time before speaking, his voice unusually hoarse.

"When Tiger was arrested, were the things he said to the police what you made him say?"

Zhang Yifan leaned against the wall, placing his thermos on the windowsill: "You think I made him say that? Someone like Tiger, when the police pinned him to the ground, he'd even implicate his own mother. Do I really need to make him say that?"

Peng Kaifei was taken aback by this answer.

He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found that there seemed to be nothing to refute.

He knew what kind of person Tiger was. He had known Tiger for several years and knew Tiger's character all too well.

That person is indeed loyal when he's in a bad situation, but once he's in trouble, he becomes more outspoken than anyone else.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, and lowered his voice even further: "Then why did you go to the billiards hall that day? You have no grudge against Brother Tiger, you couldn't have gone there just to save Lin Wanqing."

"I told you, I went there to play billiards."

"Who the hell are you trying to fool!"

Peng Kaifei's voice suddenly rose, and several students passing by at the corner of the corridor turned to look in his direction.

He swallowed the rest of his sentence, took a deep breath, and lowered his voice again.

"Zhang Yifan, do you know when the Discipline Inspection Commission came to investigate my family? It was the day Principal Meng was taken away. Do you know why Principal Meng was taken away? Because someone reported him. Do you know why someone reported him?"

He stopped, not finishing what he was going to say.

It wasn't that he didn't want to talk about it, but that he himself knew that blaming Zhang Yifan for these things was completely untenable.

Principal Meng was not reported by Zhang Yifan.

Tiger wasn't captured by Zhang Yifan either.

Zhang Yifan didn't smash up the cafeteria by himself.

But he needed an outlet, and every one of these things bore the shadow of Zhang Yifan.

He couldn't find any other target.

"If you think it's me, then it is me, whether it is or not." Zhang Yifan looked at him, his tone completely unchanged. "If you think it's not me, then it's not me, whether it is or not."

Peng Kaifei's clenched fist turned white at the knuckles, and the veins on the back of his hand throbbed twice.

People walked past them in the corridor, glanced at them curiously, and then quickly walked away.

Looking at Zhang Yifan's calm and expressionless face, Peng Kaifei suddenly felt afraid.

He had known Zhang Yifan for a long time. During the year he pursued Lin Wanqing, he had spent a lot of money to humiliate this bookworm. Back then, no matter what he said, Zhang Yifan would at least react emotionally.

He would feel angry, feel wronged, and would lower his head and grit his teeth to suppress his anger. These were emotions he could understand and felt he could control.

But now Zhang Yifan's eyes were devoid of any emotion when he looked at him.

There wasn't even any disgust.

It was the look of someone looking at something that had already been resolved and was no longer their concern.

He didn't really want to hear the answer, because no matter what the answer was, his family's past was irreversible.