Chapter 109: Do You Know Who Zhang Yifei’s Father Is?

“What did you just say?!”

Cao Shuang immediately exploded, grabbing the iced tea on the table as he stood up, but Lu Yuanqiu reached out and pressed him back down.

Zhang Yifei glanced calmly at Cao Shuang before speaking again, though this time his tone held a bit more emotion than before.

“Sorry, my earlier words may have caused a misunderstanding between you two. What I meant was, I’m asking you to forfeit.”

“Forfeit?” Lu Yuanqiu gave him a discerning look, nodding silently to himself. This guy was different from the other high school students.

In simple terms, Lu Yuanqiu sensed a kind of emotional stability in him that he hadn’t seen in other students.

Zhang Yifei nodded expressionlessly. “Yes, that’s it. No disrespect intended toward Senior Lu. In fact, after watching your performance on the basketball court yesterday, I admire you. If you’re willing, I can invite you to join the school team.”

Lu Yuanqiu scoffed. “Then first tell me why you want me to forfeit.”

“Because this basketball game is very important to me.”

“Why is it so important?” Lu Yuanqiu pressed.

During dinner yesterday, he had overheard Cao Shuang mention Zhang Yifei’s attitude toward this match.

Hearing Lu Yuanqiu’s question, Zhang Yifei studied him quietly for a moment. His tone grew tinged with the arrogance of the wealthy class as he curled his lips slightly. “Sorry, even if I told you, you wouldn’t understand. In short, this game means a lot to me.”

So he’s treating me like an ordinary student... Lu Yuanqiu detected the implication.

Indeed, Zhang Yifei was the current heir to the White Rhino brand—a figure of a completely different realm compared to regular high schoolers.

But you know what? The aura you carry originally belonged to another girl.

Lu Yuanqiu’s gaze sharpened silently.

At that moment, he realized one thing clearly: Zhang Yifei had no idea that Lu Yuanqiu’s true identity was one of the third-generation heirs of the Lu Corporation.

Or rather, Zhang Yifei was unaware of who currently opposed the White Rhino brand and had never bothered to investigate.

You’re a pretty poor “prince heir,” huh? Of course, at heart, you’re still just a sixteen-year-old brat.

Lu Yuanqiu shrugged and asked with a puzzled smile, “You come at me asking to forfeit out of nowhere? Brother, I could have won the championship. You’re asking me to just give up the honor and the prize?”

Liu Yang crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. “Don’t rush. Since Brother Fei made the offer, there’s definitely something in it for you.”

Lu Yuanqiu immediately placed his hands on the table, smiling. “Something in it for me? Say it.”

Zhang Yifei’s expression remained indifferent as he spoke, “I’ll give you five thousand yuan. Five thousand yuan should be enough for a while.”

Indeed, most high school students’ parents only earned about a thousand or two a month, so for a student, five thousand yuan was a fortune.

Liu Yang looked toward the other side with envy.

Lu Yuanqiu silently turned to look at Cao Shuang, who couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing.

“Five thousand?! Brother Qiu, he said five thousand?! Ahahaha—”

Cao Shuang sat laughing like a star comedian, clutching his stomach.

Lu Yuanqiu shook his head with a helpless smile, as if hearing the childish talk of playing house.

Zhang Yifei’s expression turned cold. “Lu Yuanqiu, I know you might not agree so easily because of pride, but I hope you think carefully and don’t let money stand in your way.”

“This is five thousand yuan. If you think it’s too little, ten thousand is fine. If you forfeit tonight, I’ll give you twenty thousand.”

Liu Yang was getting restless, turning to Zhang Yifei quietly, “Brother Fei, no, that’s too cheap for him…”

Zhang Yifei didn’t respond, his eyes fixed on Lu Yuanqiu.

“Ahahaha—” Lu Yuanqiu and Cao Shuang exchanged looks, laughing hysterically in their seats.

Zhang Yifei’s face began to darken.

“Lu Yuanqiu, may I ask, what’s so funny?”

Lu Yuanqiu waved his hand. “Sorry, sorry. The last time something made me laugh this hard was when I saw Mao Sheng’s face.”

He cleared his throat, straightened up, and his expression grew serious again.

Looking across the table, he spoke clearly and deliberately, “I—I—am—not—willing.”

“What’s your reason?”

Lu Yuanqiu leaned forward with a knowing look. “No reason at all.”

Liu Yang exploded, slapping the table. “Lu Yuanqiu! Do you know who Zhang Yifei’s father is?”

Lu Yuanqiu looked at him. “If you want to know who his dad is, ask his mom! What’s the matter? You want to do a paternity test with me?”

Liu Yang was stunned by the retort, while Zhang Yifei’s brow furrowed tighter.

Lu Yuanqiu pointed at the two across from him and looked amusingly at Cao Shuang. “They’re really something.”

Cao Shuang threw his head back and laughed loudly. “Ahahaha—”

Lu Yuanqiu stared at Zhang Yifei, then reached over and slapped Cao Shuang’s face with the back of his hand, instantly stopping the laughter.

“Huh? Brother Qiu, no laughing this time?”

“Don’t pretend to be rich in front of me. I don’t care if the basketball game is important to you. I’m playing against you, got it?”

Lu Yuanqiu pointed a finger at the person across the table.

Zhang Yifei stared coldly at the short-haired youth for a moment, then smiled. “Fine, see you in the finals.”

“See you in the finals,” Lu Yuanqiu replied.

Zhang Yifei stood and left. Liu Yang glared at Lu Yuanqiu and quickly called out “Brother Fei,” chasing after him.

Only after those two left the cafeteria did Cao Shuang curiously turn to Lu Yuanqiu and ask, “Brother Qiu, is your grudge with their father really that deep?”

Lu Yuanqiu didn’t look at him and slowly said, “Let’s just say, my reason for being here again is to fight them.”

“Bang!” Cao Shuang suddenly slammed the table, startling Lu Yuanqiu, who turned and glared at him.

“Damn, I don’t understand it either, but it’s so inspiring! I’m going back for another chicken leg!”

After saying that, he ran toward the cafeteria window.

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As the first period Chinese class neared its end, Liu Wei closed her textbook and addressed the students below.

“I’ve planned a little pre-class speech. Starting from tomorrow’s Chinese class, one person each day will take turns giving a five-minute speech before class. No one can skip it.”

“What? Why? Why suddenly speeches?!” Gao Qiang asked in confusion.

Liu Wei adjusted her glasses seriously. “This is to train you in advance. You know, once you get to college, you’ll have to give speeches a lot.”

Wang Haoran asked, “Teacher, what should we speak about?”

Liu Wei shrugged. “Anything at all. Whether you want to speak nonsense or let your imagination run wild, say whatever you want. Just speak for five minutes in front of everyone on the podium.”

“I calculated it. One person per day, five times a week, before graduation everyone will have spoken two or three times.”

(End of chapter)