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Some of the girls in the class were even getting eager. As long as they found out who this rich young master was, they would definitely try every possible way to get close to him.
Once they succeeded, they'd go from sparrows to phoenixes.
"What a shame! The notice didn't include a name or class—just said the student donated anonymously!"
"Exactly! People in the forums and chat groups are all asking around, dying to know who this mysterious rich kid is, but no one has a clue."
…
The classroom buzzed with discussion.
Hearing everyone talking about him, Lin Yun couldn't help but smile. He hadn't expected his donation to become school-wide news so quickly.
Thankfully, before he left the principal's office, Lin Yun had specifically reminded the principal not to reveal his name or class. That saved him a lot of trouble.
Zhang Hu, hearing all the chatter, couldn't help but scoff:
"Damn, what's this guy thinking? Anonymous? You donate that much and still try to stay low-key? Isn't the whole point of donating to show off? If it were me, I'd have made the school put my name and class right on the notice!"
None of the students knew that the rich young master they were so curious about… was sitting right there in the same classroom.
The chubby guy next to Lin Yun chuckled and said, "Man, this rich dude is crazy loaded—just casually donates ten million. Must be awesome being friends with someone like that, hehe."
Lin Yun chuckled silently. Aren't we already friends?
"Oh right, Fatty, here's that thousand yuan I borrowed from you." Lin Yun took out ten 100-yuan bills.
"Lin Yun, keep it for now! I don't really need the money." Fatty pushed the cash back. He knew Lin Yun came from a poor family and really needed the money.
Fatty's dad ran a small business. He wasn't rich, but his family situation was way better than Lin Yun's.
Hearing this, Lin Yun felt a bit touched. Back when he was poor, nobody wanted to be friends with him—except for Fatty, who had lent him money more than once to help him out of tough spots.
"Fatty, thank you. But I really have money now. Don't worry about me." Lin Yun forced the money back into his hand.
He had originally wanted to repay Fatty tenfold, but knowing Fatty's personality, he wouldn't accept it anyway. It would be better to help him out more in the future.
"Alright, but if you ever need more, just let me know." Fatty didn't insist further.
"Yo, Lin Yun, you suddenly have money now? Pulling out a thousand like it's nothing—what, did you go sell your ass over the weekend?" Zhang Hu laughed loudly.
Lin Yun frowned. "Zhang Hu, watch your mouth."
"What? You talking back to me now? Looking for a beating?"
Zhang Hu slammed the table, looking pissed and ready to throw hands.
In Zhang Hu's mind, Lin Yun was just a pushover—someone he could bully as he pleased. If Lin Yun dared to fight back, it could only mean he had a death wish.
"Zhang Hu, if you touch me today, I swear I'll make sure you regret it," Lin Yun said coldly, his eyes narrowing.
Zhang Hu's past bullying had already pissed Lin Yun off, and now he was pushing it even further.
Lin Yun might've been afraid of Zhang Hu in the past—but now, as the grandson of the richest man in Southwest China, why would he fear someone like Zhang Hu?
If he really wanted to, the consequences for Zhang Hu would be unimaginable.
"Make me regret it? You? Hah! I'd love to see how a broke nobody like you plans to do that after I beat your ass!" Zhang Hu rolled up his sleeves.
Fatty quickly stepped in front of Lin Yun and tried to calm Zhang Hu down with a forced smile:
"Tiger bro, Lin Yun's not himself today, talking nonsense. Let me apologize for him—please don't take it seriously!"
"Apologize your ass! Get out of the way or I'll beat you too!" Zhang Hu yelled and shoved Fatty aside.
"Stop right there!"
A crisp female voice suddenly cut through the noise.
Lin Yun looked up—it was the class monitor, Wang Xue.
Wang Xue had a beautiful face, fair skin, long black hair draped over her shoulders, and stood about 1.65 meters tall. Her figure was stunning, and she wore a floral dress that made hearts race.
She was the class beauty, and even in the whole school, she was considered one of the top.
"Zhang Hu, this is a classroom! And it's during class time! If you try anything, I'll report you to the counselor!" Wang Xue said firmly.
Her sudden intervention surprised Lin Yun. They had never interacted before—not even a private conversation—and yet, here she was, standing up for him.
"Wang beauty, are you really taking his side? You do know he's dirt poor, right? Nothing about him is worth helping," Zhang Hu sneered.
Wang Xue bit her lip. "Precisely because he's poor, as class monitor, I can't let you bully him!"
"Is that so? Then I'm definitely going to bully him!" Zhang Hu said arrogantly, and threw a punch at Lin Yun.
"Lin Yun, watch out!" Fatty shouted in panic.
Wang Xue's face showed clear worry.
Under everyone's gaze, Lin Yun dodged the punch, then grabbed a pen off the desk and stabbed it into Zhang Hu's shoulder.
"AAARGH!"
A blood-curdling scream rang out as the pen plunged into Zhang Hu's shoulder, blood gushing instantly.
The entire classroom turned pale in shock.
"Damn! He really went for it!"
"He actually dared to stab Zhang Hu! Doesn't he know Zhang Hu's background? Is he crazy?!"
To everyone, Lin Yun had always seemed like a weak pushover. No one expected him to fight back so viciously!
Not even Zhang Hu could believe what just happened.
"You think you're the only one who can be aggressive? I'm gonna teach you a lesson today!" Lin Yun's voice was icy.
"F**k you! Get him! Kill this bastard!" Zhang Hu screamed at his lackeys.
Lin Yun grabbed another pen and roared:
"Anyone who touches me, I'll mess you up! Come at me if you're not afraid to die!"
Gulp... gulp...
Zhang Hu's lackeys all swallowed nervously. They were visibly scared.
Lin Yun's ruthlessness had shaken them to the core.
The weak fear the strong. The strong fear the reckless.
Zhang Hu's thugs might act tough, but in a real fight, they chickened out—they were just students, after all.
"Uh... Tiger bro, you're bleeding pretty bad. Maybe we should get you to the hospital first?" one of them suggested.
"Yeah, good idea!"
The rest nodded quickly, then moved in to support Zhang Hu. None of them wanted to fight Lin Yun.
Zhang Hu, seeing the blood and feeling the pain, had no choice but to relent.
"Lin Yun! You dared to stab me?! You're dead meat! Just wait and see!" Zhang Hu shouted as they helped him out.
"Good. I'll be waiting," Lin Yun said with a cold smile.
At that moment, all the classmates looked at Lin Yun with a mix of admiration and concern.
What Lin Yun did felt satisfying to watch—Zhang Hu had been a bully for so long and no one dared fight back.
But everyone also knew… hurting someone like Zhang Hu wasn't something a poor kid like Lin Yun could afford.
"Lin Yun, stabbing Zhang Hu with that pen—damn, that was so satisfying!" Fatty exclaimed.
Then, he added worriedly, "But Zhang Hu's a rich kid with connections. He's bound to retaliate. What are we gonna do?"
"Retaliation? I'll be waiting for it." Lin Yun grinned.
In the past, Lin Yun might have been no match for Zhang Hu—not because he was weak, but because he had to be mature and responsible.
A real man needs to have courage, but also maturity—he must understand the weight he carries.
But now, as a top-tier heir, Lin Yun could let his courage shine freely. Even if he killed Zhang Hu, there would be no consequences.
"Ah..." Fatty sighed deeply. Things had gone this far—what else could they do?
Elsewhere.
The principal's office.
"Principal, here's Lin Yun's file."
The secretary handed over a document.
The principal eagerly took it and read through.
"A single-parent household? Impoverished family?"
He looked astonished. According to the records, Lin Yun came from a poor background and had applied for financial aid a few years ago.
How could someone like that casually donate ten million?
"Maybe this file's fake. With his kind of resources, faking documents wouldn't be hard. He probably just wants to stay low-key. That's probably why he insisted on donating anonymously," the secretary said.
The principal nodded. "Makes sense. I've got a feeling he's not just some average student. We must be very cautious and never offend him."
That night.
At Starlight Bar.
Lin Yun sat at the bar.
"Miss, I want information on someone. Name: Zhang Hu, sophomore at Qingyang University." Lin Yun handed a stack of money to the sexy woman behind the counter.
The woman had long, wavy, wine-red hair, thick lashes, seductive eyes, and bold red lips. She oozed charm from every pore—an enchantress to her core.
Lin Yun had come to her before to get insider info about Huading Group's Qingyang branch.
"Well, well, it's you again, handsome. Have a drink first. Your info will be ready in a bit," the woman said, smiling as she took the money.
Lin Yun sipped his drink while he waited.
He knew Zhang Hu would try to retaliate after today. Someone like him wouldn't just let it slide.
So Lin Yun wanted to get the full picture first. Know your enemy before you strike.
Ten minutes later, a folder was handed to him.
Zhang Hu, student at Qingyang University. Arrogant personality. Typical spoiled rich kid. Father: Zhang Guoming, owner of Qingyang Hongda Construction Materials Company. Assets: close to 100 million yuan. One of the main suppliers for Huading Group's Qingyang branch.
"Well, well… interesting," Lin Yun murmured with a smile.
He hadn't expected this at all—Zhang Hu's family business was a supplier for his company.