Just Low-Class Tricks

The next morning, Zhang Yang got up very early.

Today, there's something that's neither too big nor too small. At the kind invitation of the principal of Yinghai Middle School, he needs to attend this year's scholarship award ceremony.

That's why the school takes it so seriously.

The use of these donations is clearly and transparently planned.

We originally planned to name it after Zhang Yang, and call it the Zhang Yang Scholarship Fund.

But what kind of person is Zhang Yang? He has always been indifferent to fame and fortune, regarding these honors and rewards as fleeting clouds. He does good deeds, so why should he care about those empty names?

Therefore, I politely declined.

Immediately, the former principal of his alma mater almost exclaimed that the gentleman was of noble character and integrity.

Standing in front of the mirror in the suite's bathroom, Zhang Yang looked at himself.

With striking eyebrows and bright eyes, and a tall, handsome figure, he was incredibly dashing.

"It's time to give the female students a more intense workout," Zhang Yang muttered to himself with a smile.

Thinking about these female students going to university in the future, they might meet all sorts of boys, some handsome, some eloquent, some charming, some sweet-talking, some good, some bad.

It all started because they didn't have a truly perfect role model to refer to.

Now, he, as the senior student, has stepped forward to shoulder this important responsibility.

His appearance might establish a perfect standard for choosing a partner in the minds of these female students.

Of course, this also sets a good example for the younger students. Stop acting like you're the best all the time. Open your eyes and see what it truly means to be insurmountable and what it truly means to make your alma mater proud.

A moment later, Zhang Yang left the suite to get his car.

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In the morning, students arrived at Yinghai Middle School one after another.

Inside the classroom, Gu Yiming sat drowsily in his seat, not knowing why, he hadn't slept well all night, and certain images kept replaying in his mind.

"Are you alright? Didn't you sleep well?" His deskmate asked with a smile.

"A little," Gu Yiming mumbled, without saying anything more.

A short while later, the teacher entered the classroom and explained the relevant matters.

"During the morning break, everyone will go to the school auditorium to participate in this scholarship award ceremony."

A murmur immediately broke out among the people below.

"By the way, have you heard? Some outstanding graduates from previous years donated 30 million to our school!"

Thirty million?! We have such a wealthy senior in our class?!

Gu Yiming was also surprised.

Are there really such outstanding graduates from previous years?

Thirty million? You just donated it like that?

Such a person must be an exceptional individual; how could they possibly be here today?

"Teacher, is this scholarship because of that senior who donated 30 million to our school?" a girl couldn't help but ask curiously.

On the podium, the homeroom teacher smiled and nodded.

"Yes, you should all go and see for yourselves today what a true Yingzhong student is, and what it means to make our alma mater proud. I hope you will all take this senior as your role model."

A buzz immediately rose from the audience below the podium.

Everyone's eyes were filled with longing.

Time flew by, and it was time for recess exercises.

Each class lined up and proceeded in an orderly fashion to the school auditorium to participate in the scholarship award ceremony.

Along the way, everyone chatted and laughed in hushed tones, enjoying the rare moment of leisure.

High school life is like this: fast-paced and intense. Sometimes, going out for some fresh air or doing exercises is a rare chance to relax, let alone participating in an entire activity.

It will take at least an hour, right?

A moment later, the school auditorium was filled with students from all grades and classes.

A banner had already been hung on the stage of the auditorium.

"Look, Teacher Meng!" Gu Yiming's deskmate suddenly nudged him with his elbow.

Gu Yiming looked up and was immediately stunned.

In the distance, Teacher Meng wore an incredibly refreshing long dress, her long, jet-black hair cascading down her shoulders. She exuded an intellectual and elegant aura, resembling a goddess.

Most importantly, Teacher Meng looked up at the stage, her eyes seemed to light up, as if she was expecting something.

What is she expecting?

Gu Yiming muttered to himself.

He also noticed the bouquet placed next to Teacher Meng. Who was it going to be presented to later? That senior student?

Time passed by, minute by minute.

I don't know how much time passed, but all the teachers and students were in place.

The entire school leadership team was also present.

All eyes turned to the front of the stage, to the principal who was walking onto it.

"Okay, today is our first scholarship award ceremony. I will now read out the list. Teachers, please explain the specific award rules to your respective classes. All eligible students can apply."

The principal briefly explained the situation and then presented the list.

The recipients of this scholarship are mainly students who are academically excellent but from impoverished families. Once the list was released, no one raised any objections.

A moment later, the students whose names were called went up on stage.

Offstage, Gu Yiming was naturally indifferent to the scholarship. As someone from a well-off family, he couldn't understand the feelings of those impoverished students.

He's just curious when the real deal will show up.

The surrounding students were also constantly discussing it.

"Where is that senior? The one who donated 30 million to our school?!"

The principal didn't keep everyone waiting for long.

A moment later, he solemnly stepped forward and announced, "Now, let's give a warm round of applause to welcome our outstanding graduate from Yinghai Middle School, the initiator of this scholarship program— Zhang Yang!"

Inside the auditorium, thunderous applause erupted instantly.

All the students craned their necks and looked up.

Gu Yiming was no exception.

A moment later, a figure walked onto the stage from the side and stood in front of all the teachers and students.

A suppressed murmur rippled through the surrounding area.

"Wow!"

"A true male god!"

The figure on stage possessed striking features, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a tall and upright posture, and an indescribable charm and charisma in every gesture.

The group of young men and women in the audience had never seen anyone like this before.

Everyone's eyes were filled with a unique brilliance.

It's fair to say that the appearance of this figure was absolutely stunning during their entire student days, and even their youth.

The only exception is Gu Yiming.

At this moment, his face was deathly pale, and he stared in disbelief at the figure standing on the stage, his head buzzing.

How is that possible?

How could it be him?

He's the one who donated 30 million to Yinghai Middle School?!

At this moment, Gu Yiming carefully recalled the whole story and went through the cause and effect, and everything suddenly became clear.

Yes.

No wonder I saw him at school; it must be because of this, right?

His hands clenched tightly under the table, and a sense of powerlessness instantly rose in Gu Yiming's heart.

Ms. Meng's boyfriend donated 30 million yuan to alumni of Yinghai Middle School.

For a moment, he felt like a clown, realizing how clumsy and ridiculous his actions of handing over the trophy and stuffing things under it were.

He could even imagine the person on stage laughing out loud after discovering what he had done.

Is it contempt, disdain... or even outright ignoring, treating him as if he doesn't exist?

That's absolutely ridiculous!

Seemingly noticing the gaze directed down at him from the stage, Gu Yiming instinctively lowered his head, unable to look directly at the person on stage, his face burning hot.

"Gu Yiming, are you alright?" His deskmate noticed Gu Yiming's unusual behavior and couldn't help but ask.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Gu Yiming kept shaking his head, not daring to raise his head.

Although he knew that with so many people in the auditorium, the person on the stage would never notice him, he was still so ashamed that he wanted to disappear into the ground.

The girls in the surrounding class gasped in surprise without exception.

Their eyes sparkled as they looked up at the figure on the stage, each muttering to themselves.

"This is our senior."

"My god, what an amazing senior! He's so handsome it's beyond belief! He's a god! How could Yinghai Middle School produce someone like this?"

"Most importantly, my senior donated 30 million! 30 million! He's incredibly talented and handsome, and his wealth is unparalleled!"

"You only see the senior's looks and wealth, but I see a hint of weariness in his eyes. After navigating the business world, he must be hoping for a harbor where he can dock, even if it's just for a short rest."

Some people listened and muttered to themselves.

The senior's brows looked tired?

He stared at him with wide eyes, but he couldn't see any fatigue in the senior's eyes. All he saw was the senior's spiritedness, his commanding presence, and his charisma.

On stage, the school leaders watched with great satisfaction as the teachers and students reacted.

It worked.

Moreover, it seems that the effect is far better than expected, a hundred times better.

A moment later, Zhang Yang stood on the stage and bowed slightly.

Good morning.

With just a few simple words and a gentle voice, a low murmur of approval rose from the audience once again.

In the front row below the stage, Meng Baihan looked up at the figure on the stage who was the center of attention, and a feeling of indescribable pride and honor welled up in his heart.

Six years since graduation.

From the classroom to the auditorium, from the audience to the stage. Former classmates, now the pride of our alma mater.

At this moment, her eyes were filled with nothing but admiration.

"Teacher Meng, I'm so incredibly envious of you!" Zhang Yang's colleagues, who had met him before, finally realized who he was.

At this moment, every single one of them had an incredibly complex expression in their eyes.

Did Teacher Meng save the galaxy in her past life to have such a boyfriend?

Look, look, look!

Such an exceptional individual, with a net worth of hundreds of millions, this top-tier male god—isn't he the perfect male protagonist from a novel?

And now, the male protagonist of the novel has actually stepped into reality, and he's even Teacher Meng's boyfriend?

It's not a powerful backer, but it surpasses all powerful backers.

Nobody's a fool; at this moment, everyone was secretly plotting how to further improve their relationship with Teacher Meng.

Meng Baihan smiled, but a fleeting unease crossed her mind.

Everyone assumed he was their boyfriend.

But only family members know their own affairs. She was Zhang Yang's classmate and his confidante, but you said they were boyfriend and girlfriend.

That's probably...

She composed herself, revealing nothing, and simply tilted her head back, exchanging a glance with Zhang Yang from afar, everything understood without words.

The activities in the auditorium were not too complicated.

The original plan was to arrange a simple speech for Zhang Yang, or something like that.

However, Zhang Yang politely declined.

He felt that he shouldn't be the main character today, and that the awards should be presented and the procedures should be followed.

Okay, even though he was the focus of the entire event from beginning to end.

He even saw many young teachers holding up their phones, not taking pictures of anything else, just pointing them at him. Hopefully, they'll keep a low profile and not keep posting it online, creating unnecessary buzz.

After the ceremony was completed, the entire audience erupted in applause.

Suddenly, a figure stood up from below the stage.

It was Teacher Meng.

"Look, look!"

"Teacher Meng? What is Teacher Meng trying to do?"

Everyone saw Ms. Meng, the school's famous and beautiful music teacher, suddenly stand up with a bouquet of flowers and walk onto the stage.

Everyone was excited, as if they had guessed what was about to happen.

"Gu Yiming, look! Look!" His deskmate was so excited he could hardly contain himself, pointing excitedly at the stage.

Gu Yiming looked up at him.

He saw Ms. Meng's face flushed with a shy blush, like a delicate peach blossom. He also saw that figure open his arms, accept the bouquet, and embrace Ms. Meng.

The two embraced on stage.

Meanwhile, the audience below the stage erupted in barely suppressed cheers and excitement.

At this moment, all the noise and commotion seemed to have faded away from him, but it was all no longer relevant to Gu Yiming.

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Although the scholarship award ceremony has ended.

However, the brief appearance of the senior student at the award ceremony continues to be a topic of lively discussion among the students.

Countless photos, taken by the teachers, circulated in various group chats.

He was constantly being called the most handsome senior in history.

At this moment, in the quiet campus, Zhang Yang and Teacher Meng are strolling side by side.

Teacher Meng lowered her head slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhang Yang looked at Meng Baihan. "You seem to have something on your mind."

"No," Meng Baihan gently hooked her arm around Zhang Yang's and asked with a smile, "Do you think I'm lost in thought?"

"You still want to hide it from me?" Zhang Yang said, amused. "Go ahead and tell me."

"I don't want to talk about it," Meng Baihan said lightly, "It'll just make people laugh..."

"You won't tell, huh?" Zhang Yang smiled and reached out his hand.

The next second, Teacher Meng begged for mercy, "No... Zhang Yang, I'm ticklish... Okay, okay, I'll talk, I'll talk."

Zhang Yang withdrew his hand, stared at Meng Baihan, and waited.

"Actually, I just don't have the face to occupy a position that doesn't belong to me." Teacher Meng turned around gently. "Everyone thinks I'm your girlfriend, but only I know that I'm nothing..."

Zhang Yang blinked.

"Let's put all that aside for now, look at this..."

"What?" Receiving no response from Zhang Yang, Meng Baihan snorted, "You bastard, what trick are you going to use on me this time?"

"Didn't you get the Outstanding Teacher award?" Zhang Yang opened the watch box. "Here, this is a gift for you. Try it on."

"What is this?" Teacher Meng looked down and then widened her eyes slightly.

Inside the watch box, the exquisite dial reflects the sunlight, exuding an air of undeniable luxury.

Although she didn't know much about watches, she recognized it as a Patek Philippe.