Top-Tier Superpower Student

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Lin Tian was about ready to curse his mother; he had just dealt with one big fool, and now here came another ostentatious rich guy. Why were there so many love rivals tonight?

He Qianqian felt embarrassed once more as she glanced at the rich guy's gold necklace and the large gold watch, her face full of contempt. Finally, she said, "I'm sorry, I already have a boyfriend."

"Boyfriend? Who, and where? Is he richer than me?" the rich guy asked, betraying a hint of panic.

Lin Tian thought to himself on the side, "If we're comparing wealth, I could crush you with money."

He Qianqian pointed to Lin Tian and cautiously said, "It's him."

"You."

The rich guy looked Lin Tian up and down with deep meaning. This man didn't care about appearance or temperament, only money. If Lin Tian was wearing clothes even pricier than his, he would have left immediately, but Lin Tian's outfit today, including underwear, cost no more than two hundred yuan.

Convinced that Lin Tian was dressed in cheap street stall clothes, the rich guy disdainfully said, "Qianqian, how can you have such poor taste? Why choose a poor boy? The watch I'm wearing could be worth his whole life's struggle."

He Qianqian remained silent, unsure of what to say.

Lin Tian also stood nearby, just watching without a word.

He Jing couldn't stand it any longer. Although she was the ultimate frenemy, at the end of the day, she sided with He Qianqian. Hearing the rich guy insult Lin Tian, He Jing couldn't bear it.

"Rich guy, what's wrong with you? Do you have to insult people like this? Just because you have some stinky money, you think you're something special? Our Qianqian chooses a boyfriend for his quality and depth, depth, do you understand that?"

"Jingjing," He Qianqian tugged at He Jing's sleeve, signaling her to stop talking. She believed Lin Tian could handle the situation.

He Jing shook off He Qianqian and complained, "Sister Qianqian, you're too soft, that's why people dare to talk to you like this. He's insulting your boyfriend, and you should yell at him. He's rich, but we're not afraid of him, no worries, I'm here. If nothing else, I can scratch him to death."

He Jing puffed up her chest, her five fingers forming a claw-like gesture, resembling Mei Chaofeng in her aura.

Perhaps out of a sense of justice and jealousy, several old classmates standing nearby also began to criticize the rich guy.

"Rich guy, you were a bit harsh. How can you look down on Qianqian's boyfriend? If we don't have as much money as you, does that mean you look down on us too?"

"As long as Qianqian is happy, that's what matters. You can pursue her generously, but don't demean her boyfriend!"

In the eyes of someone like the rich guy, who esteemed money above all, he believed that with money, one could possess everything, and everything was built upon the foundation of money.

He slammed the table, silencing everyone, "How can you talk like that? Are you even Qianqian's classmates? Have you considered Qianqian's feelings?"

"Qianqian is so beautiful; she should enjoy a carefree life without worrying about clothes and food. Should she suffer and struggle following this poor boy?"

"If Qianqian is with me, I can ensure she lives a worry-free life, adorned with gold and silver. What's wrong with that?"

"As Qianqian's classmates, can you really bear to see her suffer and struggle?"

The rich guy's speech had swayed the classmates' stance. They nodded in agreement; Qianqian was their goddess, and a goddess should live without worries, draped in gold and silver. However, looking at Lin Tian, it didn't seem like he had the rich guy's advantages.

Even He Jing became quiet; she didn't have high hopes for Lin Tian, partly because he was younger and partly because he was "poor."

The group of classmates quickly turned around to advise He Qianqian, with a change-of-heart speed faster than a rocket.

"Qianqian, what the rich guy says does make some sense. Why don't you think it over?"

"Qianqian, I feel like you two aren't really suitable. In today's society, you need to consider reality."

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Seeing that he had everyone's support, the rich guy was delighted. This time, his target wasn't He Qianqian; it was Lin Tian.

"You see that, kid? You're clearly not right for Qianqian. Everyone thinks so. For He Qianqian's sake, for her future happiness, please leave her!"

Lin Tian stepped forward with a smile and asked, "Why do you say I'm not suitable for He Qianqian?"

"It's obvious to everyone, you're a poor kid. Your entire outfit doesn't add up to two hundred yuan, while my clothes cost a full forty thousand. The watch and gold necklace I'm wearing are worth more money than you could earn in your whole life. Men and women alike, we all like to save face, and face is bought with money. Today, this private room costs at least thirty thousand. I can afford it, can you?"

The rich guy's words were laden with severe insult, wishing he could trample Lin Tian into the mud. He Qianqian was now somewhat worried, not for Lin Tian, but for the rich guy.

He Qianqian pulled on Lin Tian's hand and urged, "Lin Tian, let's not get angry, let's just go, go home."

The rich guy said, "Qianqian, leave this to me. Don't worry, I won't make it hard for him. After all, he's your ex-boyfriend. For your sake, I won't make it tough for him."

He Qianqian gave an awkward smile, thinking, I'm not worried about you giving him a hard time; I'm worried about him giving you a hard time. How can you be so clueless?

"Rich guy, you're being too harsh. Enough is enough!"

"Yeah, rich guy, don't make it hard for him. We're all struggling out here; it's not easy."

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"Give Qianqian some face, stop making it hard for others."

Everyone hastily advised.

At this moment, Lin Tian approached the flashy rich guy. He Qianqian, worried that Lin Tian would go too far, latched on to him and urged, "Don't get agitated, keep your cool, we are all classmates here—talk it out. Whatever grievances you've suffered, I'll make it up to you when we get home."

The flashy rich guy still wore an indifferent expression and said, "Qianqian, it's fine. Whatever needs to be said, we can talk it through. This young man clearly seems sensible. He knows the difference between him and me, and he'll make the right choice."

Lin Tian laughed scornfully, "You just said that you were going to treat everyone today."

The flashy rich guy replied, "Yeah, I spent over thirty thousand today, it's on me. I have the capacity, I have money so I can be capricious!"

"Waiter." Lin Tian called out.

The flashy rich guy thought Lin Tian was about to order more and casually said, "No worries, man. I might have been a bit harsh earlier. Anything you like here, just order. The money—I'll cover it for you as compensation."

"Good evening, sir. What would you like to order?" the waiter asked very politely.

Lin Tian took out a card, golden in color, handed it to the waiter, and said, "This card doesn't have a password. Tonight, I'll foot the bill for all the expenses at your bar."

Everyone was taken aback, the flashy rich guy was stunned, the waiter was even more so, and He Qianqian watched the rich guy with a look of sympathy. She knew Lin Tian was about to play his trump card; the rich guy was in for it.

There was a long moment of silence before the waiter was the first to snap back to reality and said, "Sir, this is an upscale bar. Our daily revenue is at least one and a half million. Are you sure you want to cover the bill for everyone?"

Lin Tian nodded. The waiter, somewhat anxiously, accepted the bank card. He wasn't certain if it contained one and a half million. By Lin Tian's attire, he didn't look like a wealthy person.

Just as the waiter was about to leave, He Jing ran over in a huff, snatched the bank card, and started furiously berating Lin Tian.

"Lin Tian, what's with the act? Qianqian said you work at a pharmaceutical factory with an annual salary of a hundred thousand. You're trying to show off tonight, but there goes half a lifetime's salary. Just take your card back. Let's pretend we never heard what the flashy rich guy said. Our Qianqian isn't the kind of woman who only cares about money. As long as you treat her well and love her, even if you are penniless, she'd still marry you. You'll still be happy,"

Lin Tian, moved by what He Jing said, heard her speak earnestly for the first time.

The usually team-betraying He Jing actually had such a sincere side.

The flashy rich guy nearby also advised, "Dude, don't be so impulsive. A hundred and fifty million isn't a small amount. That's enough to marry another wife."

Lin Tian didn't argue with the flashy rich guy, nor did he dispute with He Jing. He smiled and pulled out a watch hidden up his sleeve, tossing it on the table.

"Flashy rich guy, you know your stuff. Take a look at this and you'll know if I can pay the bill."

He Jing was the first to pick up the watch. It was silver and otherwise unremarkable. By appearance alone, it looked far inferior to the flashy rich guy's gold watch.

The flashy rich guy snatched the watch from He Jing's hand with disdain, glanced at it, and said, "Isn't this just a Rolex?"

After examining it more closely, his expression went through an astonishing transformation.

First, disdain, followed by surprise, then amazement, and finally, terror!

This was the first time they saw the flashy rich guy sport such an expression. He Jing, ever so blunt, asked, "What's wrong with you? What kind of watch is this? Is it valuable?"

The flashy rich guy stared at Lin Tian as if he were staring at a mountain of gold.

"The Rolex company took a century to produce just ten watches of this supreme level. They serve as the centerpiece of their brand, with a market price of at least sixty million!"

"Huh..."

Everyone gasped. They looked at Lin Tian as if they were looking at the God of Wealth. They had thought Lin Tian was poor, but it seemed they were gravely mistaken.

"Really? You didn't mistake it, did you?" He Jing snatched the watch back, questioning in disbelief. She couldn't see what made this watch any different.

The flashy rich guy hurriedly took back the watch and carefully placed it on the table, saying, "Don't touch it recklessly. If you chip the paint, you won't be able to afford it in your lifetime."

The flashy rich guy's judgment couldn't be flawed, and He Jing believed it. Lin Tian was a wealthy tycoon, a tycoon among tycoons. She subconsciously handed the bank card back to the waiter, who quickly ran off, feeling as if he had received a royal pardon. He was truly relieved he hadn't said anything to offend Lin Tian earlier.

Before long, the waiter came back, carefully handing the bank card back to Lin Tian.

Curious, He Jing quietly asked the waiter, "How much is left on the card?"

The waiter dared not speak and showed five fingers.

"Fifty million," guessed He Jing.

The waiter shook his head.

"Five billion." He Jing guessed again. Even as she spoke the number, she barely believed it.