Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Inside the school.

The dean of students, the principal, and Mr. Zhang, the homeroom teacher, surrounded Lin Tian as if they were watching some rare animal.

"Lin Tian, ​​you said you've already finished learning all the material from second and third grade?"

The head of student affairs pushed up his glasses. "You've been at school for less than a week, haven't you?"

Lin Tian nodded: "I can take the test. You can give me any questions, Chinese or math."

The head of teaching and the principal exchanged a glance.

They've seen geniuses before, but never one this confident.

The principal flipped through Lin Tian's file. He was from mainland China, with no entrance exam scores or past records, only a recommendation letter from the Kadoorie family.

"Lin Tian, ​​it's not that we don't believe you."

The principal's voice was gentle, "But skipping a grade is a big deal and requires careful consideration. Are you sure you're ready?"

"I'm sure."

Lin Tian took a stack of test papers out of his schoolbag and placed them in front of the principal. "These are the ones I did myself. You can take a look."

The principal took it and flipped through it, his expression slowly changing.

He handed the exam paper to the head of the teaching department, who glanced at it and his expression changed.

The homeroom teacher leaned over for a look and his mouth dropped open wide enough to fit an egg.

"This...this is a first-year student?"

Her voice trembled slightly, "This is a third-grade question."

Lin Tian smiled and said, "I was afraid that showing you the first-year students would scare you."

The office was quiet for a moment.

The head of the teaching department took off his glasses, wiped them, put them back on, and looked at the exam paper again.

"Lin Tian, ​​now that you have mastered this knowledge, we can consider letting you skip a grade."

"But skipping a grade is a big deal; we need to discuss it with your parents. Could you please invite them over?"

"No."

Lin Tian waved his hand, "I don't want to skip a grade."

Everyone was stunned. Didn't they want to skip a grade?

What do you mean by taking out a stack of third-grade test papers?

Are you playing us for a fool?

Lin Tian's expression was serious: "I don't want to skip a grade, but I want to have free time. Can I study by myself during class? Or go to the library? In short, I don't want to stay in the classroom."

The head of the teaching department frowned: "This is against the rules."

Lin Tian took out a wad of cash from his backpack and placed it on the table. It was thick and tied with a rubber band; it looked to be at least tens of thousands of yuan.

The office fell silent again.

The head of the teaching department looked at the bundle of money, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

The principal nearly dropped his glasses when he saw the bundle of money.

The homeroom teacher stared wide-eyed at the bundle of money.

She only earns two or three hundred yuan a month, and this bundle of money is enough for her to earn for several years.

"This is what I truly feel for you."

Lin Tian said, "I hope the teachers can understand."

The head of teaching subconsciously glanced at the principal, the principal subconsciously glanced at the homeroom teacher, and the homeroom teacher subconsciously glanced at the bundle of money.

"Lin Tian," the dean of students cleared his throat, "what you did was wrong. The school does not accept gifts."

"This isn't a gift; it's my tuition fee. You can use it as library maintenance fees or money to buy books, whichever you prefer."

Lin Tian pushed the money towards the dean of students, saying, "Just let me do whatever I want."

The head of the teaching department stared at the bundle of money for a long time, then exchanged a glance with the principal.

The principal's lips twitched slightly, and he nodded slightly.

The head of the teaching department took a deep breath: "Since Lin Tian loves learning so much, we can't dampen his enthusiasm."

Free time is allowed, but you cannot leave the school grounds or disturb other students. You must ask your teacher for permission before each activity.

"no problem."

Lin Tian stood up, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and said, "Goodbye, teachers."

He walked out of the office, leaving several people looking at each other in bewilderment.

The homeroom teacher watched his back disappear through the door, then glanced at the bundle of money on the table, muttering, "This child doesn't seem like he's eight years old."

The head of student affairs glared at her: "Don't talk nonsense."

Then he picked up the bundle of money. "This is the library's maintenance fee. I'll hand it over to the finance department later."

The principal stood up: "I have a meeting, I'll be leaving now."

He walked quickly out of the office, his back view showing a hint of panic.

The homeroom teacher also stood up and followed them out.

Only the dean of students remained in the office. He sat there looking at the bundle of money and sighed.

He was willing to compromise his principles for a monthly salary of two or three hundred yuan.

In the parking lot, Mr. Liu sat in the driver's seat, his eyes fixed on the direction of the teaching building, his hands sweaty as he gripped the steering wheel.

My heart has been racing since this morning.

The young master told him not to talk nonsense, so he didn't mention it to anyone, not even the madam.

But when news came in the afternoon that Jiang Tianyang, who had sent people to hunt them down, was dead, he was shocked.

He didn't believe that the young master wasn't behind this, especially when he thought about the young master chopping down more than thirty people with an axe, his heart was trembling.

The car door opened, and Lin Tian got into the back seat.

"Master Liu, let's go home."

Master Liu snapped out of his daze, started the car, and said in a dry voice, "Okay, young master."

The car drove out of the school gate.

Master Liu glanced at Lin Tian secretly in the rearview mirror.

He was flipping through a comic book, his expression calm and showing no signs of anything amiss.

"Master Liu," Lin Tian spoke without looking up, "is there something you want to say to me?"

Master Liu paused for a moment, then hesitated before asking, "Young Master, what happened to Jiang Tianyang... did you do it?"

"no."

Lin Tian turned a page of the comic book.

Master Liu fell silent.

He didn't know whether he should believe it or not, but he knew there were some things he shouldn't ask.

Lin Tian put down his comic book. "Master Liu, are you scared?"

Master Liu shook his head: "Don't worry, young master. I've lived in Hong Kong for so many years and have seen a lot of gang violence. I've seen through it all."

In this world, you can't get away with anything just because you're afraid of others. You've helped me, saved me, and I know you're a good person—that's enough.

Lin Tian leaned back in his seat, looking out the window.

Although Master Liu did not say it explicitly, he knew that Master Liu had already concluded that he was the one who killed Jiang Tianyang.

"Master Liu, you'll be working for me from now on. I won't treat you badly."

Master Liu was secretly delighted, but he didn't show it on his face: "Thank you, young master."

He's latched onto a powerful figure.

The car stopped at the foot of Victoria Peak. Mr. Liu went to park the car, and Lin Tian went inside first.

The housekeeper came forward and took his schoolbag: "Young Master, why are you back so early today?"

"School's out early." Lin Tian changed his shoes and walked into the living room.

Tangtang was sitting on the carpet building blocks when she saw him come in, her eyes lit up: "Brother!"

She scrambled to her feet, ran over, and hugged his leg. "Honey, look how tall Tangtang's castle is!"

Lin Tian squatted down to take a look and nodded: "Very tall. Tangtang is great."

Tangtang grinned, revealing two little tiger teeth.

JoJo came downstairs and saw that Lin Tian's expression was a little strange.

"Xiao Tian, ​​come here for a second."

Lin Tian walked over, and JoJo pulled him to the sofa and sat down, staring into his eyes for a long time.

Lin Tian felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

"Teacher Zhang called home today."

JoJo lowered her voice and said, "I'll tell you that you threw money at a teacher in the school office."

Lin Tian paused for a moment, then smiled: "I just donated some money to the school."

"Donate money?"

JoJo didn't believe her, so she asked again, "How much did you donate?"

Not many.

"How much is a little?"

Lin Tian held up four fingers, then changed it to one under JoJo's suspicious gaze.

"Ten thousand?"

"Pretty much, just adding a few books to the library."

Lin Tian smiled and said, "The teachers were very easy to talk to, so they agreed."

JoJo looked at him, her eyes clearly saying, "Do you think I'd believe that?"

"Alright, alright."

She sighed. "I can't control what happens to you, but you have to promise me you won't do anything bad."

I promise you.

JoJo stared at him for a few seconds, then stood up: "I'll go check if the food is ready in the kitchen."

she left.

Lin Tian sat on the sofa, watching her back, and a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

Tangtang ran over, climbed onto the sofa, and snuggled into his arms.

"Hey bro, what are you looking at?"

"It's nothing."

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