Starting Off By Confessing To My Classmate's Mother

To ask Aunt Fang to willingly show him her beautiful legs seemed like an impossible task. Her deeply traditional mindset was a formidable barrier, leaving Li Zhiyan feeling a little troubled.

Still, there was no way he could ignore the task. If the class monitor wanted to send his mother to him on a silver platter, who was he to refuse?

"Aunt Fang, let me take you home," Li Zhiyan offered gently. "Once you've calmed down, you can think about setting up your stall again."

"Alright..." Aunt Fang nodded faintly, her voice subdued.

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At noon, after dropping off Aunt Fang, Li Zhiyan found himself at his internet café, "Brothers Net Café." He ordered a plate of fried rice paired with an icy cold cola—a modest but satisfying meal.

"Zhiyan, the start of the school year is creeping closer, huh?" Li Shiyu, his best friend, remarked with a wistful sigh. He seemed to harbor a mix of dread and anticipation for the coming days.

"For you, it just means more gaming, doesn't it?" Li Zhiyan replied, smirking.

"Zhiyan, how's the whole 'revenge' thing going? How far have you gotten with the teacher's wife? Any progress… romantically?" Li Shiyu teased, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"..." Li Zhiyan was left speechless.

"You know what, I'll introduce someone to you. Her name's Li Meifeng."

Li Shiyu looked confused but didn't press further. Instead, he nudged Li Zhiyan toward gaming. The two spent hours engrossed in virtual battles until the class monitor, Liu Yaolong, showed up around 3 p.m., his voice unmistakable.

"My dad's out of jail now. Everything before was just a misunderstanding, so don't worry. I'll cover everyone's internet fees and tonight's karaoke expenses!" Liu Yaolong boasted.

Li Shiyu turned to him, incredulous. "Isn't the monitor's dad in prison? How does he suddenly have money to throw around? The world sure changes fast."

"Don't believe everything you hear," Li Zhiyan replied with a knowing look. His best friend was still too naïve.

Just then, another familiar voice chimed in.

"This café has gotten so popular lately! My friends said it's the best place for gaming because the computers are super fast."

It was Wang Xinyue, a classmate with a sharp tongue and an inflated sense of self. As she glanced around, her eyes landed on Li Shiyu, who stood upright with a smug air.

"Li Shiyu? What are you doing here?" Wang Xinyue asked, surprised.

Lately, she'd noticed something strange—her once-devoted admirer, Li Shiyu, had stopped fawning over her. In fact, he barely acknowledged her anymore. Even when she tried to rekindle the attention, he remained distant.

"What's with the cold shoulder?" Wang Xinyue thought indignantly. "A loyal admirer like him doesn't come by often!"

"Why are you here?" she pressed again.

With a casual gesture, Li Shiyu tapped the badge pinned to his chest. "I'm the manager of Brothers Net Café," he declared smugly, savoring her stunned expression.

"Manager?" she echoed, blinking.

"Yes. Actually, this place was bought and revamped by none other than Zhiyan."

The revelation left Wang Xinyue and her group silent. The fact that Li Zhiyan, at just 18, owned his own internet café was almost too much to process.

For Wang Xinyue, her heart raced. If Yu Sisi—another classmate—found out, she'd surely regret missing her chance with him. A pang of competitiveness surged through her.

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By the evening, Liu Yaolong hosted a karaoke outing, flaunting his newfound wealth. His classmates, showering him with "Young Master Liu" praises, stoked his ego further. Even Wang Xinyue seemed charmed by his generosity.

Afterward, walking home, Liu Yaolong felt a growing emptiness in his wallet. His facade of affluence needed constant funding, and an idea struck him.

"I'll just call Mom for money," he muttered.

He dialed the number, and after a few rings, his mother's voice came through. Hearing her son's voice, Fang Zhiyun's heart filled with surprise and joy.

"Son? Is everything alright?"

"Mom, I need 10,000 yuan. I'm signing up for a pre-college prep course to get a head start on my major. It'll help me win scholarships and get ahead academically."

The excuse rolled off his tongue with practiced ease. He knew his mother wouldn't question it.

"Ten thousand..." Fang Zhiyun hesitated. Money was tight. Between running her street stall and paying for rent, she barely had anything left.

But education was important. No matter how difficult, she couldn't let her son's future suffer.

"Can I give it to you next month?"

"No, Mom, I need it now," Liu Yaolong insisted. His facade of wealth couldn't wait.

"Alright, I'll figure something out," she sighed. "Are you coming home?"

"No, I'm fine," he replied dismissively. The thought of returning to their cramped, sweltering apartment was unappealing.

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In the following days, Fang Zhiyun scrambled for money. She called old friends and acquaintances, but the moment she mentioned borrowing 10,000 yuan, their attitudes changed.

Some hung up abruptly. Others made indecent proposals. Each rejection chipped away at her hope, leaving her in despair.

Her heart heavy, she sat at her stall one evening, staring at the flickering streetlights. The world felt unbearably harsh.

Suddenly, an image of Li Zhiyan flashed through her mind.

"That boy… he'll help me," she thought, clinging to a fragile sliver of hope.

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