Quick Wear: Let go of the desire to help others and respect the burial of the insane.

School bully: This is the financial aid I received last semester for impoverished students, along with the relevant paperwork.

School bully: I really don't have any money, now you believe me?

Ning Jun took a quick look.

Hey, he's wearing Air Jordans, a gold necklace, Burberry clothes, and a pair of cotton pants that cost 7,500 yuan. Not a single item of his is cheap.

It just so happens that it's on the list of students from impoverished families.

Yinglong's parents and grandparents all died. His real home was in the countryside, where he lived in poverty and depended on his maternal grandmother for survival.

I came to live with my uncle after I started high school, but I only stayed at his house temporarily.

He actually managed to exploit the bug.

Of course, whether this story is true is also in question.

The screen remained silent for a long time.

Ying Long frowned. What exactly was Tian Xinhui waiting for? Was she still considering it, or was there something else going on?

"No, we can't rush things now. This woman is incredibly cunning..."

"If she doesn't reply, I won't reply either. I can't be a simp."

Ying Long outwardly comforted himself, but in reality, his eyes never left the screen.

Tian: So Teacher Ying Yaozu bullied and abused you? He didn't give you money or food?

School bully: As you can see, that's how it is.

Ying Long sent a voice message, her voice trembling with tears.

“Those classmates said I’m a teacher’s child and enjoy special privileges, but that’s not true at all! Xinhui, you must explain this clearly to the other students!”

"Otherwise, my reputation at school will be completely ruined!"

Tian: I understand.

After the other person finished speaking, their profile picture went dark.

Yinglong sent several messages, but received no reply.

"Tian Xinhui must be asleep, right?"

"Idiot! You're so easy to fool!" Ying Long rolled around in bed like a maggot. "Hahahaha, I'm not some poor student, of course I'm lying to you!"

"What do you mean by being first in the grade? Your IQ isn't even as high as mine. So I should be the one going to Tsinghua or Peking University!"

Thinking of this, Yinglong fell asleep peacefully and drifted off into a sweet dream.

Day two.

Tian Xinhui did not come.

That's normal. After all, they've fallen out, so there needs to be a period of calm before things settle down.

Day three.

Tian Xinhui still did not come.

Ying Long panicked and quickly sent a message to Tian Xinhui.

Tian Xinhui still hasn't removed his other accounts from the blacklist, so he can only contact her using a secondary account.

School bully: Xinhui, hurry up, the people next to me can't wait.

Tian Xinhui: I understand.

Day three.

Ying Long waited for Tian Xinhui at school but she did not appear.

Instead, a strange, serious old man walked into the classroom.

The other students were overjoyed, tears streaming down their faces, shouting in unison, "Teacher, you're back! I missed you so much!"

Ying Long, however, was not interested at all, and even felt a little annoyed by the lively atmosphere in the class.

He's just a homeroom teacher, why are you acting like you've met some general? Worship an old man? You should worship him! He hates these condescending, snobbish teachers the most.

The old man's sharp gaze swept over.

Ying Long felt a jolt, like a mouse that had seen a cat, and his body trembled involuntarily.

"Hello students, I'm back today, and I'm here again as the homeroom teacher of Class 1, Grade 12."

"Given the addition of new students, I would like to reiterate the classroom rules."

"First, the focus of senior year is on studying. Seats will be assigned based on grades. Of course, students with special circumstances can inform me in advance and I will adjust their seats accordingly."

"Secondly, all the study support groups left by the previous homeroom teacher are invalid! Ask the teacher directly if you have any questions, and don't waste other students' time."

"Third, those who don't do well in school but still want to have fun, don't bother those who do well in school. Don't ruin our class's chances of getting into Tsinghua or Peking University!"

"If I hear of any scoundrels disturbing other people's studies, don't blame me for disrespecting your parents and making you appear in front of the entire school."

Ying Long's name was never mentioned in any of the sentences.

But every word mentioned Ying Long.

Ah, do you know who the new student the homeroom teacher mentioned is? It's so hard to guess!

I don't know, I don't know, but I think there was only one transfer student in our class.

Apart from Ying Long, the remaining students clapped enthusiastically, warmly welcoming the Dragon King's return.

As for where the former homeroom teacher went, there's only one person on the roadside who cares.

Yinglong's face was gloomy, and his thumb was embedded in his palm.

Evil Old Deng!

Innuendo!

He didn't even need to listen to know that his current homeroom teacher was targeting him.

What's going on? His uncle is doing a perfectly good job.

He is well-loved by his classmates, works diligently, and has achieved remarkable results. He is highly valued by the principal and has become a mid-level leader.

Why did they suddenly switch to an old man like Deng who's here to steal the credit?

With the college entrance exam just a few months away, a sudden change in teaching style is unbearable for the students!

We need to talk to the principal and try to bring back the good teachers we had.

Ying Long had no choice but to suppress his dissatisfaction for the time being.

after class.

Feeling frustrated and hungry, he subconsciously reached into Tian Xinhui's desk.

Yesterday, he accidentally spent his money on gacha pulls again. After three 648-yuan pulls, he finally got the character and weapon, but he was completely broke.

50 a day is simply not enough! You need at least 100 a day for an average high school student.

He touched nothing and almost fell over.

I almost forgot, although Tian Xinhui didn't drop out of school, she no longer comes to class.

The reason he didn't transfer schools or even change classes is...

That's because the academic affairs office hasn't processed the paperwork yet. It should be ready after he finishes the college entrance exam.

"Hmph, you can't beat me. You'll still have to come to school and take the exam obediently when the time comes, won't you?"

"But now I'm out of money, so I'll have to eat steamed buns..."

Hungry, Ying Long went to the canteen.

But the cafeteria was packed with people.

The area was filled not only with students, but also with angry parents and numerous media reporters.

Everyone gathered around a canteen vehicle.

His uncle's father-in-law's son, who was also Yinglong's uncle, was the person in charge of the canteen and responsible for purchasing.

Although they were not related by blood, the uncle doted on Yinglong and gave him an internal card.

It looks like you're spending money, but you're actually eating for free.

He also told Yinglong that the only food available in the cafeteria was steamed buns.

Other meals were either bland and tasteless, or a variety of pre-made dishes with added numbing and spicy seasonings.

The broccoli that was purchased was frozen by a senior student for three years, and the dried bones for the bone broth were from the cafeteria manager.

Eating too much will damage your stomach and intestines.

So Ying Long took the internal meal card and secretly got Tian Xinhui meals that would upset her stomach.

For this, Tian Xinhui was extremely grateful, unaware that fate's gift had already come with a hidden price.

Ying Long wanted to kill Tian Xinhui, but Tian Xinhui was not only unaware of this, she was also grateful to Ying Long for his kindness!

At that moment, the uncle desperately blocked the truck, preventing the group of people from rushing in.

"You can't go in!"

"Don't compromise food hygiene!" the uncle shouted, but he couldn't stop the parents from doing so.

"What utter nonsense! My child ate your food and had diarrhea for a whole day and night, then for another three days and three nights!"

"Finding steel wire, glass shards, and hair in your food?! Is this your food hygiene?!"

The parents' voices grew louder and louder, and it looked like the situation was about to get out of control.

Suddenly, a sharp sound rang out.

"If you're too poor to afford the cafeteria food, go to another school! Our No. 15 Middle School is a school that produces top students, so don't even bother coming near us if you're poor!"

"Let me say it again! The school does not accept dine-in students! Either eat in the school cafeteria or transfer to another school!"

Ying Long's heart tightened; something was wrong!