The sun hung high over the university campus, casting a warm glow on the bustling charity event. Students moved between stalls, chatting and laughing as they browsed handmade crafts, auctioned memorabilia, and donation drives.
Lin Feng walked through the crowd at an easy pace, hands in his pockets. Compared to last night's high-stakes auction, this was a completely different atmosphere. No scheming elites or hidden agendas—just students trying to raise money for a good cause.
At one of the booths, Guo Yuwei, a well-known figure on campus, was busy managing donations. With her long, dark hair tied back in a neat ponytail and a simple white dress that made her look effortlessly elegant, she stood out even in a crowd.
"Lin Feng?" She blinked in surprise as he approached. "I didn't expect to see you here."
He smirked. "Why? Because I don't seem like the charitable type?"
She chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "More like… you don't seem like the type to show up at school events at all."
Fair point.
But before he could respond, a voice cut through the air.
"Hah, even this guy thinks he can act generous?"
Lin Feng turned lazily to see Luo Zixuan, the same heir he had humiliated at the auction, standing nearby with a group of his usual followers. His smirk was filled with mockery.
"What's the matter, Lin Feng?" Luo Zixuan crossed his arms. "The stakes too low for you here? Or do you only flex when the bids start at a hundred million?"
His little entourage snickered.
Guo Yuwei frowned. "Luo Zixuan, can you not start trouble here?"
"Oh, relax." Luo Zixuan waved dismissively. "I'm just saying, people like him don't actually care about charity. He's probably just here to show off again."
Lin Feng sighed, shaking his head. "You're still upset about last night? I thought you'd be used to losing by now."
The smirk on Luo Zixuan's face twitched.
Before he could fire back, a volunteer ran up to Guo Yuwei, looking flustered. "Yuwei, we have a problem. The charity fund is still way short of the target, and we're running out of time."
Her expression tightened. "How much are we short?"
The volunteer hesitated. "…About two million."
The air seemed to shift.
For most students, that was an impossible amount. The entire event had taken weeks to plan, with everyone pitching in what they could. But even after all that effort, they were still so far behind.
Lin Feng pulled out his phone. "What's the donation account?"
Guo Yuwei blinked. "Wait, what—?"
"Just tell me."
She hesitated for a second before reciting the details.
With a few taps, Lin Feng transferred five million directly into the charity fund.
The volunteer's phone buzzed with a notification, and his eyes nearly popped out. "T-The donation just jumped by five million! We exceeded the target!"
A wave of murmurs spread through the crowd.
Luo Zixuan's expression turned stiff.
Guo Yuwei looked at Lin Feng in shock. "You… You really just…"
Lin Feng tucked his phone away like it was nothing. "Now you don't have to worry about it."
The people around them were stunned. A donation that big wasn't something they'd ever expected—especially from someone who barely showed up to campus events.
Luo Zixuan gritted his teeth. "Tch, acting all high and mighty…"
Lin Feng glanced at him lazily. "Oh? You were saying something about me not actually caring about charity?"
The silence that followed was satisfying.
Guo Yuwei's gaze softened as she looked at Lin Feng. "I… I don't even know how to thank you."
He shrugged. "No need. Just keep doing what you're doing."
Somewhere in the crowd, a student muttered, "Damn… I wouldn't mind him donating to me too."
Another whispered, "Forget charity, can I apply to be his girlfriend?"
Lin Feng ignored the growing whispers. He wasn't here for attention—just to shut up idiots like Luo Zixuan and help out people like Guo Yuwei when they needed it.
As the event continued, one thing became clear—no one would be forgetting what happened today anytime soon.