The university forum had turned into
a battlefield
overnight.
In just a few hours, the post about Lin Feng’s unexpected wealth had amassed
hundreds of comments
, most of which were either wild speculation or blatant accusations.
"How does someone go from taking taxis to riding in a Rolls-Royce Phantom overnight? Smells fishy!"
"Either he’s a hidden young master or he’s running some illegal business. My bet’s on money laundering."
"Bro might be selling organs on the dark web."
Lin Feng sighed as he scrolled through the nonsense.
"Organ selling? That’s a new one."
[System: Congratulations, Host. Your classmates have the deductive skills of a damp sponge.]
Standing next to him, Guo Yuwei frowned while skimming through the comments. "This isn’t just some random gossip. Someone is deliberately pushing this."
Lin Feng smirked. "Of course. The only question is—who benefits from it?"
Ding!
A new message popped up on his phone.
Luo Zixuan:
I warned you, didn’t I? Stay out of my way.
Liu Zhen:
Enjoy the spotlight, "mystery tycoon."
Lin Feng chuckled. "Ah. So those two clowns teamed up."
Guo Yuwei’s expression turned serious. "They’re trying to ruin your reputation."
Lin Feng leaned back, unfazed. "They’re trying. But they just gave me the perfect opportunity to flex even harder."
Instead of denying the rumors or trying to explain himself, Lin Feng did something far more
entertaining
.
He
clicked on the forum post, hit reply, and typed—
Lin Feng:
Ah, you caught me. I’m actually a time-traveling billionaire from the year 2099. My main income comes from betting on future events. Also, I sell organs—only my own, since they regenerate instantly. Hope that clears things up.
The
comment section exploded.
"LMAO WTF?!"
"This guy doesn’t care at all! XD"
"Billionaire time traveler? Bro is hilarious."
And before anyone could take the joke too far, Lin Feng followed up with another post.
Lin Feng:
Jokes aside, you guys sure are obsessed with my money. Let’s make it interesting—meet me at the university plaza tomorrow. I’ll answer any questions you have. Oh, and bring your wallets.
The Next Day – Lin Feng’s ’Press Conference’
By
noon
, the university
plaza
was packed.
Students had gathered in
large numbers
, all buzzing with excitement and curiosity.
"Is he actually going to explain where his money comes from?"
"No way. He’s probably just messing with us."
"I bet he just throws money in our faces."
And then—
Lin Feng
arrived.
Dressed in a
plain white t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers
, he strolled in like he had all the time in the world.
Luo Zixuan and Liu Zhen stood near the front, arms crossed, smirking.
"Alright,"
Lin Feng said lazily, stretching.
"Let’s settle this nonsense."
Lin Feng pulled out his phone and tapped the screen.
A
delivery van
suddenly pulled up behind him.
The back doors swung open, revealing
dozens of luxury shopping bags
—designer clothing, handbags, perfumes, and watches.
The crowd
gasped.
Lin Feng smirked.
"Since you’re all so curious about my wealth, let’s play a game. Here’s the rule—if you can prove you’re richer than me, I’ll answer any question you want. But if you can’t..."
He casually tossed a
10,000-yuan Louis Vuitton handbag
at a random girl in the crowd.
"Then enjoy the free gifts."
The girl
screamed.
"W-WHAT?!"
Before the crowd could react, Lin Feng
kept going
—tossing high-end items like they were promotional flyers.
"Here, take this Gucci wallet."
"Oh, a Rolex? Never mind, you can have it."
"Liu Zhen, you wanted a Lambo? Too bad, here’s a BMW key instead."
The students were
losing their minds.
"HOLY SH*T, HE’S JUST GIVING THEM AWAY?!"
"WHAT KIND OF FLEX IS THIS?!"
"BRO IS BUILT DIFFERENT!"
Luo Zixuan’s face
turned red.
"You—this doesn’t prove anything! You’re just recklessly throwing money around!"
Lin Feng
grinned.
"Exactly. And you can’t keep up, can you?"
Liu Zhen clenched his fists. "This still doesn’t prove you’re not shady!"
Lin Feng
chuckled.
"And? If I were hiding something illegal, do you really think I’d be spending money like an idiot in front of the entire campus?"
The crowd
paused.
He had a point.
If Lin Feng was really laundering money or running a shady business, he wouldn’t be
openly flexing
like a madman.
[System: Ding! Achievement Unlocked—"Publicly Drowning Peasants in Luxury."]
Lin Feng smirked.
"Anyway, I’m done here. Keep investigating if you want, but good luck keeping up."
With that, he turned and
walked off
, leaving behind a stunned crowd and two speechless rich brats.
Guo Yuwei caught up to him after the event, shaking her head with a soft smile.
"You really don’t hold back, do you?"
Lin Feng shrugged. "They wanted a show, so I gave them one."
She looked at him for a long moment before sighing.
"I don’t know if you’re a genius or a lunatic."
[System: Why not both?]
She laughed softly. "Either way... thanks again. For yesterday."
Lin Feng smirked. "I told you, don’t worry about it."
Guo Yuwei hesitated, then asked,
"Why do you spend your money like this?"
For a moment, Lin Feng didn’t answer.
Then, he gave her a
rare, genuine smile.
"Because I can."
She stared at him before letting out a soft chuckle.
"Fair enough."
As they walked back toward campus, Lin Feng glanced at his phone.
A
new message
had arrived.
[Unknown Number]: You’ve drawn too much attention. Be careful who’s watching.]
His smile didn’t fade.
Let them watch.