"Butler Li, come back! Ignore him!" Lin Haoran didn't want to see his son again.
"Mom and Dad, don't worry. In a few days, he won't be able to survive out there, so he'll naturally come back," said Lin Rou, the second sister, with an indifferent expression.
"Yes, yes, he's playing hard to get. I bet he wants to negotiate with you. Mom and Dad, please don't be fooled by him. If he leaves home, how will he make a living?" Third sister Lin Xia chimed in.
Hearing her daughters say this, Zhang Wanru felt more confident, and her expression softened considerably. She believed that Lin An would be begging to come back within three days.
Seeing Lin An's behavior today, Lin Wan felt that things were not so simple and everything was different: "Butler Li, follow him and see where he is going."
Butler Li followed Lin An to the bus stop. The wind was biting cold, and Butler Li looked worried: "Young Master, let's go back. I know you've suffered a lot of grievances. Please bear with it until the college entrance examination is over."
"Uncle Li, the wind is too strong. You should go back now. Goodbye."
When the bus Lin An was waiting for arrived, he waved to Uncle Li, signaling him not to follow, and got on the bus and left.
Lin An only had a few hundred yuan on him, which was definitely not enough to rent a house. Now that school was on holiday, there was still more than a week left before the holiday ended. He couldn't move into the dormitory, so he had no choice but to go to the ramen shop near the school where he used to work for help.
The ramen shop is a famous century-old establishment in Shanghai. The owners, a husband and wife, are very fond of Lin An. Their daughter, Leng Lin, is Lin An's classmate. She is at the bottom of her class academically but has a lively personality.
The shop's staff has always been stable. They are willing to hire Lin An, whose working hours are irregular, because their daughter often praises Lin An's talent in learning in front of them, hoping that the two can become good friends.
It was three o'clock in the afternoon, past lunchtime, and there weren't many customers in the shop. Leng Feng looked at Lin An, who was dressed in thin clothes and had a wound on his head, and was a little surprised: "Kid, what brings you here?"
Lin An's face was red from the cold, and his lips were white: "Uncle Leng, can I stay here? I can work to pay for my lodging."
Seeing his embarrassed look, Leng Feng knew that the child must have encountered some difficulties. He didn't ask any more questions and set up a bed for him in the storage room: "No one has ever stayed in the shop before, so I'm sorry to trouble you."
Lin An said gratefully, "Thank you, Uncle Leng. Just let me do whatever work you need."
Leng Feng has a daughter who is in her final year of high school, so he understands that this is a crucial time: "You just stay here and don't have to do any work. We'll talk about it after you finish your college entrance exam."
Lin An quickly tidied up the bed in the storage room and then hurriedly took out his exercise book. In his previous life, he would inexplicably fall ill during every exam and end up only getting into a second-rate school. Now, he realized that all of this must have been related to Lin Zhe.
Having been reborn, he was unwilling to waste a single minute. He wanted to devote himself entirely to his studies. Fortunately, he still remembered the knowledge he had acquired in his previous life; he only needed to reinforce it. After his death in his previous life, he had unlocked a new skill: photographic memory. Now, learning was a piece of cake for him.
A knocking sound came from the door, and a cute face peeked out from behind it. Her face, with its red lips and white teeth, was beaming with a smile. It was the owner's daughter, Leng Lin. She held up the lunchbox in her hand and said, "Time to eat. You can study after you finish eating."
Leng Lin was the first classmate he met after transferring to this high school. When the school organized an autumn outing, he couldn't afford the activity fee, so Leng Lin paid for it for him and even introduced him to work at her home.
He took the lunchbox from Leng Lin and wolfed down his food. After finishing, his stomach felt warm, and so did his heart.
Leng Lin rested her chin on her hand, looking at him with eyes full of admiration: "Top student, please tutor me, I want to go to university too." She was only able to attend high school because Leng Feng paid a high sponsorship fee; with her grades, going to university was a pipe dream.
Lin An nodded. He couldn't just eat and stay at her place for free, especially since she was the only person in the school willing to help him: "No problem, I can help you with whatever supplements you need."
"Really? Thank you so much." Leng Lin was overjoyed. Lin An was the smartest person she had ever met. No matter how the teacher explained the questions, she couldn't understand them, but Lin An always managed to explain them in a clever way so that she could understand them thoroughly.
When Leng Lin left, she left him her own spare phone. He had been in the Lin family for so long, but his sisters, citing his poor study habits, only gave him an old-fashioned phone for emergency calls, even though Lin Xi and Lin Zhe were using the latest iPhones.
Without a smartphone or computer, he finds it difficult to look up information and integrate into his classmates.
Lin An thought about the tuition and material fees he would have to pay when school started, and he knew he had to earn some money. With his memories from his previous life, he actually knew a lot of ways to make money, but unfortunately he didn't have the start-up capital.
He remembered that at this time in his previous life, there was a famous wealthy man named Zhou Shengren in Haishi who went missing while hiking in the forest. It took a month for the search and rescue team to find him in a stone cave at the foot of Mingsha Peak. By the time they found him, his body had already decomposed. It made the news and caused a sensation throughout the city.
He took out his phone and searched through social news. He quickly found the reward notice issued by the Zhou family, offering a million yuan to find a missing person, and even providing clues would earn him a reward of 50,000 yuan.
Lin An didn't have a car, and it would be too difficult for him to go into the mountains to search for and rescue people on his own. So he dialed the number on the webpage and chose to provide clues: "Hello, I want to provide clues about Mr. Zhou's disappearance."
A tired female voice came from the other end of the line. She was Zhou Ya, Zhou Shengren's youngest daughter. She had received dozens of calls in the past two days but had not yet collected any useful information: "Tell me, as long as the clues are true, I will transfer the money to you immediately."
"Mr. Zhou is in a cave at the foot of Mingsha Peak."
Zhou Ya found it unbelievable. Other people who provided clues could only offer a direction, so why did this person provide such a precise address? "How did you know that?" she asked.
She needs to know the source of the information and determine its credibility. The rescue team has limited personnel and cannot afford to waste time on false information.
"I'm sorry, I have no comment, but please believe me, Mr. Zhou is in great danger and doesn't have much time left."
Zhou Ya's heart suddenly tightened. For some inexplicable reason, she was willing to believe this person; she wanted to take a gamble.
Lin An hung up the phone, calculating that he should be able to get the money in two more days, and his current predicament would be resolved.
His phone screen lit up at the right moment, and messages kept popping up. It turned out that he had been pulled into a senior high school chat group by Leng Lin at some point. The group was discussing the results of the final exams, and as the top student in the grade, he naturally became the focus of the discussion.
A student from an advanced class asked in the group chat:
"Who knows who Lin An, who got first place in the grade this time, is? How did he suddenly get first place?"
“He was a transfer student in our class, and his ranking in the midterm exams was quite low.”
"This is so strange."
"He might be a master craftsman."
"Hahaha, cheating skills?"
One after another, "I understand!" and "I've got it!" emojis popped up and flooded the screen.
Lin An's fist clenched involuntarily. Meanwhile, in the Lin family villa, Lin Zhe's lips curled into a mocking smile as he tapped on his phone screen and sent a message to the group chat.
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