As soon as Su Cheng stepped into the classroom, another unbearably awkward situation unfolded.
Wang Guancong and the rest of the class were huddled together, chattering excitedly about something. The moment Su Cheng entered, Wang Guancong raised his hands above his head and began performing an elaborate hand dance—a "flower hand" routine.
The rest of the class erupted into cheers. Some girls covered their mouths to stifle giggles, others whistled, and a few clapped and egged him on, demanding that Su Cheng "show off his skills."
He immediately understood—his impromptu "flower hand" performance outside the club building yesterday had somehow spread like wildfire through the class.
With no choice, Su Cheng awkwardly waved his hands, forced a smile, and slumped into his seat, resigned to his fate.
"Gotta admit, I couldn’t pull that off even if I tried," Wang Guancong teased, grinning. The others laughed along, and Su Cheng could only respond with an embarrassed chuckle.
"Su Cheng, were you some kind of ‘spiritual bro’ in the past?" Zhang Qi, a lively girl who usually joked around with the boys, piped up from the corner. "There’s no way you could do that move without serious practice. And someone said your hands moved so fast—over 600 meters per second—that you literally created a circular shield above your head, blocking the rain!"
Su Cheng barely knew Zhang Qi, so he just gave her a faint smile and stayed silent.
But inside, he was seething. He wanted to unleash a full combo—E into A into W, followed by an outer-circle sweep, and finish her off with a jumping guillotine choke. Roaring: "Total madness!"
"That was clearly a Counter-Strike move. What are you even talking about?" Chai Hao shot back, rolling his eyes at the short-haired girl. His aggressive tone only made everyone laugh harder, keeping the mood light.
"Alright, enough," Gao Ye scolded playfully. "Su Cheng only did it yesterday because he didn’t want to accept someone’s goodwill for nothing. It wasn’t some grand performance like you’re making it out to be."
"Yeah, we know," Chai Hao said, flashing a grin before turning serious. "But next time, just say no if you don’t want to. Why force yourself to please someone who doesn’t even care about your feelings?"
"Exactly!" the others chimed in.
Su Cheng nodded stiffly. He knew they meant well—yesterday, he really hadn’t been thinking straight, failing to consider the consequences.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the school, three girls were whispering in a secluded corner, deep in discussion.
"Should we give Su Cheng a heads-up about Friday?" Xuan Ying asked first.
Zhao Yan thought for a moment before shaking her head. "I don’t think it’s necessary. We’re just going to see senior sister Liu from the second year. It’s not like it involves Su Cheng."
Both then turned to Li Guanqi, who had been silent the whole time, waiting for her input.
Li Guanqi’s expression remained indifferent as she spoke calmly, "As long as you don’t visit his old school or the welfare home, there’s no need to mention it. No point making him overthink."
Her words were emotionless, almost quiet, but the moment she finished, the other two girls widened their eyes, their bodies trembling slightly.
Xuan Ying even gulped, her face practically screaming, "I want to go! I have to go!" But she held back, keeping her thoughts to herself.
Zhao Yan, however, felt a bold idea sprout in her mind. Still, she hesitated outwardly. "Wouldn’t barging in like that just cause trouble for Su Cheng?"
"Right, right!" Xuan Ying quickly agreed. "But then again, since I’m just going to see senior sister Liu, there’s really no reason to bring it up with Su Cheng."
"Oh?" Li Guanqi gave them both a sidelong glance before turning away leisurely. "Class is about to start."
And so, the discussion ended—each girl harboring her own secret agenda.
When the first period began, Xuan Ying pulled out her phone and searched:
"How to make kids at a welfare home like me and accept a stranger?"
She had already decided—she was going to Su Cheng’s welfare home this Friday.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yan had found the contact details for Su Cheng’s welfare home and was inquiring about their most urgent needs.
But she didn’t plan to show up in person—instead opting for an anonymous donation.
However, the reply she received left her stunned:
"Thank you for your kindness and generosity. However, our welfare home is currently operating smoothly with no pressing difficulties."
Zhao Yan was speechless. This wasn’t the response she’d expected.
She had imagined countless scenarios—but never one where the welfare home had no problems at all.
Had someone else already stepped in to support them?
Puzzled, she dug deeper into the welfare home’s background—only to be even more shocked.
The home was backed by the Ji Family Foundation.
And the more she read, the more astonished she became.
Food, clothing, daily necessities, facilities, education, vocational training, healthcare—everything was fully funded and managed by the Ji Family.
Volunteer groups rotated in daily to help.
The entire operation was a perfect model of philanthropy.
In fact, this welfare home was now considered one of the happiest in the region, with even the local government actively supporting its initiatives.
But the real shock came when she discovered that the entire impoverished county had undergone a transformation—roads built, schools established, education and employment programs launched—all quietly propelled by the Ji Family’s influence.
The county was on its way to becoming a thriving new town.
Zhao Yan stared at the reports, her mind reeling.
Then, suddenly, it hit her.
She looked up sharply at Su Cheng, who was sitting by the window, propping his chin on his hand, lost in thought as he gazed outside.
"So… he’s already achieved his dream?" she murmured, her eyes shining with admiration. "He’s already done so much for his hometown…"
If someone like this wasn’t a hero, then who in this world could ever be called one?
………………………………
Meanwhile.
In the hero’s hometown.
Back row, by the window.
"How do I trick Hoshino Mirai into giving me her stockings?"
Su Cheng sighed, realizing this was trickier than he’d thought.
"Maybe I should ask Yaya for help."
He rubbed his chin, suddenly remembering his pet raven’s existence.
As soon as class ended, he slipped into a quiet corner, pulled out his phone, and dialed his home landline.
Ring—
Click.
"Hello, Yaya?"
No response.
Only a low, gloomy croak:
"Caw—"
"Come to the school. I need your help with something."
Su Cheng said to Yaya.
"Gah!"
The sound of flapping wings came through the phone, followed by the call abruptly ending.
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