Wang Peng didn't go home; instead, he went directly to the school classroom to find chalk.

"Goodness!" He looked at the six geniuses studying in the classroom. "It's vacation time, aren't you all going home?"

“Class monitor, my home is 70 miles away from the school. If I go home today, I'll have to come back tomorrow at noon. It's not worth it.”

The boy with the buzz cut laughed and said, "Since I'm not going home, I'll come to the classroom to preview the lessons."

"My God, if you don't get into university, there's no justice in the world." Wang Peng gave him a thumbs up.

He bent down to take two white chalks from the lectern, put his hands in his pockets, and went down to the teaching building.

The teaching building has three staircases, and there is a blackboard at the entrance of each staircase.

He wrote on the blackboard with chalk.

"Dear classmates, I am Wang Peng, a freshman in Class 1 of Senior High School. My family runs a fried rice stall at the gate of the house. It costs one yuan a bowl."

"Starting today, you can ask me for meals during breaks, and I will deliver them to your classrooms and dormitories free of charge."

"We're only adding services, no extra charge. Thank you everyone."

He plans to compete with the Dong family using a food delivery service.

All three blackboards were covered with advertisements. Wang Peng put the chalk in his pocket, put his hands in his pockets, and walked home.

Half an hour later, Principal Song Wei and Vice Principal Wang Changzheng strolled around the school.

The two walked and talked, stopping at the entrance of the teaching building to look at the advertisements on the blackboard.

Wang Changzheng frowned. "Wang Peng has gone too far. It's one thing to do business while in school, but he even dares to put small advertisements on the school grounds?"

“His chalk handwriting is quite nice,” Song Wei said. “You know his situation; he’s just a poor kid who’s struggling to breathe under the weight of life. Let’s make things easier for him.”