Chapter 344

A bright and clean classroom, a familiar corridor.

Zhang Yang and Teacher Meng walked side by side, as if they were revisiting a familiar place.

To be precise, it was Zhang Yang revisiting a familiar place.

"Hello, Teacher Meng." A girl came up to greet her, while secretly glancing at the incredibly handsome figure beside Teacher Meng. "Teacher Meng, is this your boyfriend?"

Teacher Meng smiled shyly. "Class is about to start, let's go to the classroom."

The girl's eyes widened.

This attitude of neither admitting nor denying is practically an admission, isn't it? Good heavens! Teacher Meng actually brought her boyfriend to school! And... and he's so handsome!

"Okay, Teacher Meng." She shrank back, her belly full of gossip, and eagerly entered the classroom.

The two stood outside the classroom, looking at the students waiting for class inside. In a daze, it felt as if they had returned to a break time many years ago.

"This seems to be our old classroom, doesn't it?" Zhang Yang recalled.

"Yeah, that's where I was sitting." Meng Baihan pointed to a spot in the distance. "By the way, Zhang Yang, where were you sitting again? Let me think."

"Don't even think about it. I was nobody back then, you wouldn't even remember me," Zhang Yang said nonchalantly.

He does not deny his past mediocrity.

What's past is past, and what's present is present. So what if he was mediocre in the past? It doesn't stop him from becoming a big winner in life now.

Favor of fate, favor of the system, or luck?

Sorry, luck is also a kind of ability.

"Then... would you mind?" Meng Baihan gazed at Zhang Yang, "Would you think that I only like you because of who you are now?"

"I don't mind," Zhang Yang smiled nonchalantly. "Am I not myself anymore?"

"You're so carefree." Teacher Meng smiled, wrapped her arms around Zhang Yang's neck, and kissed him on tiptoe.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted inside the classroom.

Many students cheered and made a fuss, especially the boys, who banged on the table and whispered among themselves. The girls' cheeks were flushed, and when they glanced over, their eyes were filled with envy, longing, or perhaps they were deeply engraving the scene before them into their youthful memories.

Suddenly, a flurry of footsteps sounded not far away.

Zhang Yang looked over.

A figure who had been hurrying out of the office in front was now looking over in disbelief.

His eyes even held a hint of despair.

Zhang Yang still remembered him; the boy who knocked on the door and came in that day, a student in Meng Baihan's class.

His name seems to be... Gu Yiming?

"Gu Yiming, don't you have class?" Meng Baihan gently released his hands from Zhang Yang's neck, deliberately putting on a serious face as he asked, "What were you doing in that office?"

"I... Teacher Meng, I put my trophy on your desk," Gu Yiming said, stammering a little.

"A trophy? You earned it yourself, it belongs to you. Why are you putting it on my desk?" Meng Baihan asked, frowning. "Go and take it back."

"Teacher Meng, I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to thank you." Gu Yiming bowed his head and quickly ran over. "I'm going to class now, Teacher Meng."

He rushed into the classroom, looking somewhat panicked and disoriented.

"That Gu Yiming... really..." Meng Baihan looked at Gu Yiming's staggering figure. "If he really dares to do what you said, I really will slap him across the face, Zhang Yang, do you believe me?"

"Sure, alright, let's not talk about him anymore." Zhang Yang smiled. "Come on, let's go to your office and take a look."

"Okay." Teacher Meng smiled and hooked her arm around Zhang Yang's.

She wasn't embarrassed at all, being under the watchful eyes of everyone.

In fact, she couldn't wait to announce to the world that this was her boyfriend... if Zhang Yang didn't mind.

As for how others perceive it...

Why should we care about anything else when neither of us is married?

A moment later, the two walked into the office together.

The office was filled with laughter and jokes.

"Oh dear." Several teachers in the office were taken aback for a moment, then laughed and joked, "Who is this? Teacher Meng, aren't you going to introduce them?"

"This is my friend," Meng Baihan said, glancing at Zhang Yang discreetly.

"Friends? Really?"

"Handsome guy, are you really Teacher Meng's friend, or just a regular friend?"

Several young teachers asked jokingly.

Zhang Yang smiled, not wanting to put Teacher Meng in a difficult position, and took her hand with a smile.

This scene instantly ignited their gossip-loving hearts.

"Wow! Holding hands with your boyfriend? Xiao Meng, you're showing off your love in front of us older single women, aren't you? We'll have to give you a good talking to later." Several teachers laughed. "By the way, the students from your class just came by. They heard you won a prize in a competition, so they brought you the trophy."

They pointed to Meng Baihan's office desk.

At this moment, a glass trophy sits quietly in a corner of the table.

It was the one that Gu Yiming sent.

"This..." Meng Baihan stepped forward to take a look, unsure of what to say. "I'll just return it to him. He's so stubborn. I already told him it wasn't necessary."

Zhang Yang smiled and extended his hand.

Without hesitation, Meng Baihan handed the trophy to Zhang Yang.

"Huh?"

As soon as Zhang Yang got his hands on the item, he felt that the base had been tampered with and that there was something inside.

"I really like this, why don't you give it to me?" Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"You want this?" Meng Baihan was a little surprised, but nodded nonetheless. "Then here you are."

The teachers in the office didn't find anything strange about it.

My colleague's boyfriend just took a liking to the trophy that one of her students gave her; maybe he was just interested, nothing strange about it.

"It's getting late, you seem to have class this afternoon, right?" Zhang Yang checked the time. "Should I head back first?"

"You're leaving already?" Teacher Meng was still a little reluctant to let her go. "Alright then, you go back first, and we'll see you after school."

"Mm." Zhang Yang nodded.

A moment later, Zhang Yang walked out of the office alone, weighing the trophy in his hand, and passed by his old classroom.

He looked out the window into the classroom and his gaze met that of someone who was absent-mindedly glancing out the window every now and then.

It was that boy named Gu Yiming.

Zhang Yang smiled and picked up the trophy in his hand to show it off.

Upon seeing the trophy in Zhang Yang's hand, Gu Yiming's face instantly turned pale, and his expression suddenly became quite interesting.

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Inside the Cullinan, Zhang Yang casually disassembled the trophy base and looked at the paper that had fallen out from under it.

The entire piece contains phrases like "You were born before I was born."

It's simply indescribable.

"This kid's got guts." Zhang Yang chuckled, crumpled the paper into a ball, and tossed it out the car window.

As for the trophy, he casually placed it on the roadside.

It's not worth it if you leave something in the nooks and crannies and it gets scratched on your car.

The phone suddenly rang.

Zhang Yang glanced at the phone; it was a call from the principal.

"Mr. Zhang, it's like this, we're planning a scholarship award ceremony tomorrow, and we would really appreciate your attendance," the principal warmly invited over the phone.

Zhang Yang knew that this was the first public event for the scholarship fund established in his name.

It would be unreasonable for the investor not to show up.

So he readily agreed.

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Later, school was over.

Gu Yiming and his deskmate walked together on the road, chatting and laughing.

"Hey?" My deskmate suddenly pointed to the roadside in the distance, "Why does that trophy look so much like yours?"

Gu Yiming looked at it from afar and immediately felt terrible.

Not far away, his trophy was carelessly thrown on the ground, its base dismantled to one side, and a crumpled piece of paper lay nearby.

If it's not his, whose is it?

"No, mine is still at home," he replied casually.

"Really? Hmm? There seem to be words on it. Let me take a look." My deskmate glanced at it suspiciously and was about to lean closer.

"Hey, stop looking, let's go." Gu Yiming's face flushed, and he quickly stepped forward and kicked the crumpled paper away, while also pulling his deskmate away.

Before leaving, he glanced at the lonely trophy lying by the roadside, and his heart ached with each passing moment.

"My trophy, and all the hard work I put in all night!"

Later, at home in the villa.

Gu Yiming ate his dinner absentmindedly, listening to his parents gossip as he ate.

"Have you heard? Ms. Meng brought her boyfriend home the other day," Gu Yiming's father casually gossiped. "Ms. Meng is such an outstanding person, I wonder what kind of boyfriend she found."

"I don't know, but judging from how pleased Teacher Meng's parents have been these past few days, she must be quite accomplished," said Gu's mother. "She must be a promising young man."

"Any young talent is definitely a given."

Gu Yiming kept his head down, eating his meal, feeling incredibly bitter inside.

"Who knows if he's a promising young talent? There are too many two-faced people these days," he couldn't help but say sourly. "Teacher Meng is definitely being kept in the dark."

The couple looked at their son with some surprise upon hearing this.

"Yiming, you've met him before?"

"I went to Teacher Meng's house at noon that day and happened to run into them having lunch," Gu Yiming said sullenly.

"What does Teacher Meng's boyfriend look like?" Gu's mother asked curiously.

Gu Yiming was stunned for a moment, and an indescribable sense of inferiority welled up in his heart.

Real.

He would never forget the feeling he got when he first met that boy; he was so dazzling that it made him feel inferior.

I've finished eating.

He stood up without a word, turned around and went out.

Inside the villa, Gu Yiming's father shook his head and smiled, seemingly lost in thought.

"This kid is really upset."

No one knows a son better than no one. If a father thinks about it for a moment, he can figure out the crux of the matter and vaguely guess his son's mindset.

He wasn't surprised; on the contrary, he thought it was normal.

Maybe this is just adolescence; growth always takes time.

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Outside the villa, Gu Yiming wandered aimlessly.

Under the cover of night, every household was brightly lit.

Walking alone with him in the villa area, I felt an indescribable sense of loss.

"Huh? Up ahead?"

He suddenly stopped in his tracks and saw the villa in front of him.

That building is where Teacher Meng and her family live.

As he passed by Teacher Meng's villa, he could vaguely hear laughter coming from inside.

A moment later, the villa door seemed to open.

Gu Yiming quickly quickened his pace and hid in a corner to the side.

Inside the villa, a figure with long, black hair emerged; it was Teacher Meng.

At that moment, she was walking while making a phone call.

Under the streetlights, her shadow was stretched very long.

In the quiet outdoor environment, her voice on the phone could be heard clearly.

Have you missed me?

"Ugh, saying all this on the phone. Where are you? I suddenly really, really want to come find you right now."

In the quiet outdoors, every word could be heard quite clearly.

Gu Yiming felt a pang of sorrow upon hearing this, his fists clenched tightly, the young man's yearning heart severely wounded at this moment.

As they were talking, the figure in front seemed to be about to turn around.

Gu Yiming quickly dodged, making sure no one noticed him.

Until... until the figure in front of him walked into the villa, he stood up and stood there, his expression wistful for a long time.

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Inside the presidential suite of the Four Seasons Hotel, Zhang Yang was chatting idly with Teacher Meng.

Just minutes before, Meng Baihan was still asking for his room number.

He felt a little bad about having Teacher Meng come all the way to his door so late at night.

Let's do it another day.

"By the way, I'm one of this year's outstanding teachers." Teacher Meng sent another message on her phone.

Zhang Yang offered his congratulations with a smile.

Given Meng Baihan's excellence, it's not surprising that he received the honor of being an outstanding teacher. He can say with certainty that it has absolutely nothing to do with his donations.

Given time, he believed that with Teacher Meng's excellence, she would surely achieve even more honors.

It's not just about being an excellent teacher.

Bite!

Given Teacher Meng's excellent performance, the system is giving away a special gift: Patek Philippe rose gold diamond-encrusted edition.

The watch model is AQUANAUT series 7968/300R-001, with a list price of 1.89 million.

This watch comes with special effects.

When Meng Baihan wears the item, you will receive 0.1 yuan Meng Baihan exclusive spending credits per second.

Zhang Yang was taken aback by the sudden reward.

To be precise, this award wasn't for him, but for Teacher Meng.

The system directly rewarded him with a Patek Philippe watch worth nearly two million.

Although this watch wasn't necessarily meant for Teacher Meng to wear, it does indicate that it would produce a special effect when Teacher Meng wore it.

Earn 0.1 yuan cashback per second.

Moreover, this is not cash; it is a spending allowance for Teacher Meng's exclusive use.

One second equals 0.1 yuan.

Assuming Teacher Meng wears it all day, the exclusive spending credit she receives in a day would be 8640 yuan.

That's over 260,000 a month.

What's this called?

This is like the system helping you raise a girl, isn't it?

For a moment, Zhang Yang was at a loss for words. All his thoughts boiled down to one sentence. "System, thank you, you've worked so hard."

A moment later, the rose gold Patek Philippe was in Zhang Yang's hands.

Zhang Yang held it in his hand and rubbed it, pondering for a while.

Consider this form a gift for Teacher Meng has been selected as an outstanding teacher.

A watch worth nearly two million, well, that's a bit too flashy.

But how could I be stingy with the gift I gave? I'm sure Teacher Meng will love it.