The Goddess's Personal Doctor
Chapter 366 The Smell of Copper

Chapter 366: Chapter 366 The Smell of Copper

"Yeah," Yang Yu glanced at Cai Zhiqiang with a smile, "Classmate Cai Zhiqiang, congratulations on becoming the outstanding student representative of our class to attend the alma mater’s anniversary celebration."

Faced with Cai Zhiqiang’s mockery, Yang Yu chose to remain calm and composed.

If it had been in the past, he might have argued with the other party, determined to win or lose.

But now, he suddenly felt that even if Cai Zhiqiang had been admitted to Yanjing University, he still meant nothing in his eyes.

Would you endlessly argue with someone who is far beneath you? Of course not.

"Of course," Cai Zhiqiang thought Yang Yu had admitted defeat and was very smug, "They certainly couldn’t ask a bricklayer like you to be the student representative, haha!"

"Cai Zhiqiang, don’t go too far!" Zhang Wenjing couldn’t stand it anymore, "If it weren’t for Yang Yu’s family’s poor circumstances, how would he end up moving bricks? He has never lost to you; what are you so proud of?"

"These days, only the outcome matters, not the process," Cai Zhiqiang posed arrogantly, "Three years ago, he was indeed better than me. But now, he, a bricklayer, can only look up at me, a distinguished student from Yanjing University, shouldn’t I be proud?"

Zhang Wenjing wanted to say more but was stopped by Yang Yu, "It’s my honor that a distinguished student from Yanjing University deigns to compare himself with a bricklayer like me. Let’s go, Teacher Ding is waiting inside for us, let’s not waste our time here."

"Hmph," Zhang Wenjing snorted and left with Yang Yu.

"Feeling inferior, huh? Haha!" Cai Zhiqiang was self-satisfied, and only then did he realize something was off, "What did Yang Yu just say? Talking to me is a waste of time? Outrageous! This guy!"

Yang Yu arrived at the alumni reception, reported his year of graduation, class, and class teacher’s name, and the young teacher at the reception smiled slightly, "Yang and Zhang, Teacher Ding is in Class 1 (6). Just go directly to the class to find her."

The two reached Class 1 (6) and found that, aside from the kind-faced Teacher Ding, there were a dozen alumni of varying ages sitting in the class.

Seeing Yang Yu and Zhang Wenjing arrive, Teacher Ding, who was close to retirement age, smiled warmly, "Yang Yu, Wen Jing, welcome back. These are all your senior classmates; don’t be shy, just find a seat anywhere."

"Sure, Teacher Ding." The two sat down together, waiting for the school and teacher’s arrangements.

"Everyone is here; let’s have a brief meeting in the class first," Teacher Ding said with a smile, "The school will be reporting the alumni’s donations later, so whatever each class’s representative has to donate, report directly to me. I’ll tally it up and send it to the person in charge of the school anniversary celebration."

"Sure, Teacher Ding, our class has raised a hundred thousand in donations."

"Our class has gathered a hundred and fifty thousand."

"Our class will donate a new set of desks to the entire school."

The older alumni who were better off financially donated more, but most of the donations were between one hundred thousand to two hundred thousand.

Yang Yu and Zhang Wenjing reported a hundred thousand, which surprised Teacher Ding, "That’s quite a lot you’ve donated!"

Their classmates, mostly in university, didn’t have their own income, so it was already commendable to be willing to donate, and the total amount was less than fifty thousand.

After discussing it, Yang Yu and Zhang Wenjing decided to round up to a hundred thousand to make it look better.

Zhang Wenjing smiled slightly, "Teacher Ding, Yang Yu is now worth billions, so this amount of money really isn’t much."

"Haha..." the other senior classmates couldn’t help but laugh out loud, all thinking Zhang Wenjing was joking, no one took it seriously.

"You child," Teacher Ding also smiled gently, quickly noted down the donation information, took a photo of it, and sent it out.

The group started chatting in the classroom. Although from different years, they had some common topics thanks to having the same class teacher.

As they chatted, they realized that more than an hour had passed, and the school celebration had not yet begun.

"What’s going on? When did the efficiency and organizational skills of First Middle School become so weak?"

"Yeah, why haven’t they called us to the auditorium for the gathering?"

The senior classmates discussed among themselves, frowning slightly.

Teacher Ding hurriedly consoled everyone, "Please, don’t be anxious; the school said they would send a message when the auditorium is ready."

"Alright then." Since Teacher Ding said so, they could only continue to wait.

Another half an hour passed, and alumni from other classes had gradually left their classrooms, but Teacher Ding still hadn’t received the notice to go to the auditorium.

Yang Yu felt something was amiss but didn’t say anything, though some of the senior classmates were losing patience, "What’s with the organizer? Leaving us hanging in the classroom for so long, what’s the meaning of this?"

"Right, this organization capability is just absurd!"

Teacher Ding’s face was filled with difficulty as if she had something unspeakable to hide.

Just as Yang Yu was about to ask Teacher Ding about the situation, Teacher Ding finally received the notice and was overjoyed, "Classmates, let’s go, to the school auditorium."

The crowd followed Teacher Ding to the school auditorium, only to be stunned, "What’s going on? The auditorium is full? Where will we sit?"

Teacher Ding’s face also instantly turned very unsightly as she asked the logistics staff outside, "Xiao Chen, what’s going on here?"

Xiao Chen gave a helpless and bitter smile, "Teacher Ding, didn’t you take the school’s words seriously?"

"Even if I didn’t take the school’s words seriously, you can’t treat the alumni like this!" Teacher Ding was very angry and was about to explode when a balding man with black-rimmed glasses came over, hehe laughing, "Teacher Ding, don’t worry, I’ve already asked someone to move chairs. The auditorium is already full, so the student representatives from your class can just sit outside, just make do with it."

"Teacher Ding, what exactly is going on?" Yang Yu asked, "Are you hiding something from us?"

"Oh, Teacher Ding didn’t tell you!" the balding man said with a falsely smiling face, "It’s like this, because the school auditorium has limited seats, so they are arranged according to the amount donated. Those who donated more naturally sit at the front, those who donated less sit at the back."

"As for your class, well, it’s the least throughout the school, and just as the seats were filled, you’ll have to make do, surely we can’t make the alumni who donated more sit outside, can we?"

Everyone then understood what was happening and turned dark with anger, "If there weren’t enough seats, you could have told us beforehand, we could have chosen not to come. Having come and then not having seats, is this your way of humiliating us?"

"Right, regardless of the amount, the donations are all from the hearts of the alumni, and the school is arranging seats based on how much money is donated. Is this still a school?"

"Teacher Ding, why didn’t you tell us in advance?"