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Fu Kai is in a good mood today.

When he walked into the classroom carrying his thermos, his steps were noticeably lighter than usual.

He placed his lesson plan on the podium, adjusted his glasses, and looked over the dozens of dark heads in the front row, his gaze landing precisely on the last row by the window.

"The results of the provincial joint examination are out. Our class has made great progress overall, especially Zhang Yifan, who scored 691 points and ranked first in the grade."

The classroom was silent for a second, then erupted.

"Zhang Yifan is amazing! He was in the top three in the grade when he was pursuing Lin Wanqing, and after he stopped, he became number one!"

"What's this called? This is called severing all emotions and love, resulting in a huge increase in power! Martial arts novels really weren't lying to me!"

"Hahaha, keep your voice down, Lin Wanqing is still sitting in front."

"Cough cough."

Fu Kai tapped on the podium to suppress the noise, but he couldn't hide the smile on his lips.

He waited until the classroom quieted down a bit before continuing, his tone carrying the earnestness of someone with experience, his gaze falling kindly on Zhang Yifan, and his voice softening as he spoke.

"Everyone has seen how well Zhang Yifan has achieved this result."

What does this tell us?

This means that if you focus your attention back on your studies, your grades will naturally improve.

In these last twenty-odd days of senior year, I hope everyone can be like Zhang Yifan, focusing their energy on what truly matters and not getting distracted by trivial matters.

As he said this, he shifted his gaze from Zhang Yifan and subconsciously glanced in Lin Wanqing's direction.

It was just that one glance.

Dozens of eyes in the class seemed to be drawn together by the same thread, all turning towards Lin Wanqing's seat.

Some people covered their mouths and chuckled, some nudged their deskmates with their elbows, and some lowered their heads and pretended to flip through a book, but their shoulders were shaking.

Fu Kai's words sound nice, but in reality, it means that Zhang Yifan stopped pursuing Lin Wanqing, and his grades immediately jumped from the top three in the grade to first place.

Lin Wanqing was just a drag on the team.

Who couldn't understand what I meant?

Lin Wanqing lowered her head and turned to the next page of her textbook, but she couldn't concentrate on reading a single word.

She could feel the gazes coming from all directions. Some of those gazes were gloating, some were sympathetic, some were excitedly watching the drama unfold, and a few boys who had once had a crush on her were now looking away, pretending to look out the window.

Her fingers gripped the corner of the book page, her nails leaving a faint white mark on the paper.

Fu Kai realized he had misspoke, coughed, and changed the subject, beginning to review the joint examination papers.

But his gaze lingered on Lin Wanqing for a second longer.

This girl, who used to consistently rank in the top ten of her class, has now plummeted to the bottom ten in the class in this joint exam.

My Chinese composition went off-topic, I left three math problems blank, and I got almost half of the English cloze test questions wrong.

He talked to her, patiently advising her for almost half an hour, telling her to focus on her studies as soon as possible, otherwise, let alone a top-tier university, even a decent second-tier university would be in danger.

Lin Wanqing simply kept her head down and didn't say a word from beginning to end.

She sat in her seat, listening to the whole class praising Zhang Yifan.

Someone patted him on the shoulder as they passed by his seat, and someone gave him a thumbs up from several rows of desks away. Zongwen was still bragging to a few boys in the back row, "My deskmate does practice problems until midnight every day. I'm telling you, he's a learning machine now."

All the excitement belongs to Zhang Yifan, all the glory belongs to Zhang Yifan.

She sat in the front row of the classroom by the window, like a chess piece forgotten in a corner.

On what grounds?

He was nothing more than a simp she didn't want.

When he was pursuing her, he was nobody, but after she rejected him, he became the hero of the whole class, the role model of the grade, and the rival of the school beauty.

And what about her? Her best friend betrayed her, all the suitors left, her grades plummeted, and even her homeroom teacher looked at her with a "what a pity" gaze.

Who is responsible for all of this?

If Zhang Yifan hadn't suddenly changed, why would she be so restless?

If Zhang Yifan hadn't humiliated her in front of everyone at the billiards hall, why would she be the subject of so much gossip?

If Zhang Yifan hadn't gotten together with Shen Zhiyi, how could she have become the laughing stock of the whole school?

It's all Zhang Yifan's fault.

Why does he live so well? What makes him so special?

She couldn't hear anything Fu Kai was saying on the podium anymore; only two words kept repeating in her mind—revenge.

Zhao Rong had given her some advice, an idea she had rejected at the time, but now it was climbing back up from the bottom of her heart like a vine, tightening its grip again and again.

Shen Zhiyi's reputation.

What gives Shen Zhiyi the right to possess all of this so readily?

Why should she stand next to Zhang Yifan and look down at her with that arrogant and aloof gaze?

If Shen Zhiyi's reputation is ruined, will Zhang Yifan still want her?

She took a deep breath, closed her textbook, and looked over the wall toward Class 1 of Senior Three.

Shen Zhiyi was in the classroom, quietly doing her homework, completely unaware of what was happening here.

Zhang Yifan sat in his seat, while Zong Wen continued to ramble on about him. Several boys in the back row started urging him to treat them to a meal. Guo Hao also squeezed over and patted him on the shoulder, saying that everyone should get together after the college entrance exam and that he would treat them.

He nodded perfunctorily, his face showing little emotion, but his mind had already drifted off to another place.

691 points, one point more than Shen Zhiyi.

He was satisfied with the score, but it wasn't enough. He had told Shen Zhiyi that he wanted to score 700 in the college entrance exam, so he had to score 700.

Before that, there was something else weighing on his mind, something he was even more concerned about than the college entrance exam.

The system's mission, "The son pays for the father's debts," requires him to find his cousin, expose his uncle's deception from years ago, and seek justice for his parents.

The reward for completing the mission is a villa in the city center.

But the biggest problem now is...

The house hasn't been demolished yet.

Without demolition, there is no resettlement housing; without resettlement housing, there is no way to "expose the cousin in person in the resettlement housing."

The system says my cousin is three years old this year, and he can't speak fluently. He lives in the resettlement house that should have been allocated to his family back then.

But that resettlement house is still nowhere to be seen.

Do we have to wait until the demolition notice is posted and the resettlement housing is allocated before we go to find Fang Zhiyuan?

When will that be?

Now that the college entrance exam is over, it's questionable whether he can even stay near the school.

The more he thought about it, the more regretful he felt.

On Saturday night at a Sichuan restaurant, Fang Zhiyuan pulled out the contract; they were just one step away from finalizing the deal.

He could have exposed Fang Zhiyuan's deception on the spot, brought up the demolition issue, and brought up the fact that Fang Zhiyuan had used his position to get advance notice, making his cousin feel ashamed in front of his parents.

But he didn't.

He simply stopped his parents from selling the house, tested Fang Zhiyuan's reaction with a half-joking "demolition" proposal, and then suppressed the matter.

He was thinking that his parents were there and he didn't want to make things too awkward.

Moreover, he had no solid evidence. If the demolition information provided by the system was inaccurate, his immediate confrontation would only result in Fang Zhiyuan turning the tables on him.

But now the mission is hanging in the balance, and who knows when Fang Zhiyuan will come back with his cousin who's still wearing open-crotch pants.

Given Fang Zhiyuan's personality, he certainly wouldn't let it go after being cornered at the Sichuan restaurant.

He works at the Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau, and the demolition notice could be posted at any time, leaving him with little time to prepare.

He will definitely come again.

The question is, how will he approach this again? Will he continue to play the emotional card? Or will he try a different approach?

No matter how he got here, Zhang Yifan has no intention of letting him go this time.