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

Zhang Yifan said calmly, "Everyone has their own fate, it has nothing to do with me."

He said that, but what he was thinking was something else entirely.

The system said that in the original timeline, he followed Lin Wanqing to enroll in an ordinary second-tier university. She ran away with a rich second-generation during her sophomore year, and from then on, his life changed, leaving him neither good enough for high-level jobs nor good enough for low-level ones.

Now, Lin Wanqing's grades have deteriorated to the point that even Fu Kai is shaking his head in dismay.

Given her current condition, let alone getting into a second-tier university, it's questionable whether she can even pass the undergraduate admission line.

In the original timeline, she at least managed to get into a second-tier university, but in this current timeline, she can't even get into a second-tier university.

Everything is going in different directions.

After school, Zhang Yifan packed his schoolbag, said goodbye to Zong Wen, and headed towards the school gate.

The evening breeze carried the warmth of early summer, rustling the leaves of the old locust tree at the school gate.

He had just turned into the alleyway he always took home when he caught a glimpse of a figure emerging from behind a lamppost.

Lin Wanqing stood in front of him, blocking his way.

Her eyes were red, as if she had been crying, her lips trembled slightly, and her hands gripped the hem of her school uniform, her knuckles turning white.

She rushed out of the classroom as soon as school was over, but instead of going home, she stayed in the alley that Zhang Yifan passed by every day.

She looked at Zhang Yifan's face, her lips moved several times before she finally managed to squeeze out a sound: "Zhang Yifan, I have something to tell you."

Her voice trembled, like a dandelion seed scattered by the wind.

She never spoke to Zhang Yifan like this before; every word she said to him before was a commanding imperative.

She never needed to be nervous or tremble, because she knew he would definitely agree.

for sure!

But the person standing in front of her now is no longer the sycophant who would come running whenever she called.

"Ever since you saved me at the billiards hall that day, I've been thinking about you every night."

She took a deep breath, as if to encourage herself, and looked directly at Zhang Yifan, her eyes already brimming with tears.

But her expression wasn't feigned; it wasn't the kind of affected grievance she'd put on to gain sympathy before.

"I thought about it for a very long time before I realized... I like you."

It's not because you saved me, not because you're doing well academically now, not because everyone is revolving around you now.

It's just that... it's when I realized I was watching you every day, wondering what you were doing, and feeling a tightness in my chest every time I saw you standing with Shen Zhiyi, that I knew I really liked you.

I was wrong about what I did before. I was too demanding. I shouldn't have treated you that way.

I know you might not believe me now, but I really wish... we could go back to the way things were before?

Just as Zhang Yifan was about to speak, that familiar electronic voice suddenly rang in his mind.

【Ding--】

[Detected that the married class beauty is relentlessly pursuing her host, who is a homeless man! The system is shocked! The system is puzzled! The system falls into deep thought...]

[Wasn't she already married into a wealthy family and settled abroad? How come she's appearing in front of a 68-year-old scavenger? Did she time-travel?]

[Task issued: Firmly reject Lin Wanqing, the former class beauty, and show her that even homeless people have their bottom line!]

[Task Difficulty: Medium]

[Reason: Although you are currently destitute and make a living by collecting recyclables, you still have the cash and shares awarded by the system, so you won't starve to death.]

However... it takes a lot of willpower to reject a goddess, after all, being a kept man is so appealing!

Especially those who live off the money of a goddess who used to be high and mighty and ignored you!

The thrill of turning your life around and having your goddess chasing after you is just too tempting!!!

If you lose your temper and agree, all the system's hard work over the past few months will be wasted.

[Task Reward: Five million yuan in cash.]

Zhang Yifan rolled his eyes inwardly.

What utter nonsense!

Zhang Yifan glanced at the pitiful-looking Lin Wanqing.

Married? The system is talking nonsense again.

Moreover, the idea of ​​being a kept man was extremely tempting to him.

Although Zhang Yifan thought being a kept man was indeed quite appealing—no effort, no struggle, and endless money to spend every day—the thought of such a life was wonderful...

But Zhang Yifan is a man of principle!

Even if he starves to death, jumps off a building, or dies outside, he would never eat a single bite of a woman's food!

What's more, this gigolo is Lin Wanqing's!

Thinking of this, he raised his eyes, looked at Lin Wanqing standing in front of him with red eyes, waiting for an answer, and said:

"Go back to the old days? To be your simp again?"

Lin Wanqing was stunned, tears still welling up in her eyes, but her expression had frozen.

"Don't tease Lin Wanqing, you don't like me at all."

All you lack is a devoted follower who will listen to you, be at your beck and call, and unconditionally fawn over you.

This role used to be mine, but I quit. You felt uncomfortable, like something was missing, so you wanted to bring me back.

From beginning to end, you've been talking about what you think, how you discovered it, and how upset you are. Have you ever asked me what I think?

If you had even once asked me how I felt when I was pursuing you, things wouldn't have turned out this way.

He looked at her, his voice not loud, but every word was as clear as a nail being driven into a hole.

"I have already made it clear to you that there is no possibility between us."

If you didn't understand, I don't mind saying it again.

"I, Zhang Yifan, and you, Lin Wanqing, have absolutely no relationship whatsoever, not only in the past, but also in the future!"

After saying that, he turned and walked past her without looking back.

Lin Wanqing stood there, mouth agape, tears finally rolling down her cheeks.

She wanted to chase after him, but her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and she couldn't take another step.

She wanted to call him back, but her throat felt like it was blocked by something, and she couldn't utter a single word.

She really wanted to refute it. She wanted to say that it wasn't like that. She didn't want Zhang Yifan to be her lapdog. She genuinely liked Zhang Yifan.

But she didn't dare to chase after him, because she knew herself that she truly liked him.

But even she herself couldn't tell how much of this affection was due to dependence on him, how much to jealousy of Shen Zhiyi, and how much to the disappointment and resentment of losing someone who was unconditionally good to her.

He asked her if she had ever asked him how he felt before. She searched her memory several times and found that she had never.

Every time he appeared before her, rain or shine, she didn't even glance at him.

She never asked him, "How was your day? Are you tired? Are you happy?"

Not even once.

She suddenly realized that everything he had just said was true, and this truth hurt her more than any lie.

The streetlights came on, casting her long, thin shadow on the ground.