"Xiao Hao..." Zhang's father began to speak, but looking at Wang Hao's calm face, he didn't know how to start. His eyes felt a bit sour after his encounter with Lan Wei and his son. He had not expected this eighteen-year-old boy to have such a broad mind. He and his wife had not provided Wang Hao with any living expenses. If there was any expense to speak of, it might just be the rent for that house; everything else Wang Hao spent was from his own resources.

The municipal authorities sent a subsidy to Wang Hao every month, and he roughly guessed that the books and desks and chairs Wang Hao bought for the middle school students in this village were all saved by Wang Hao himself every day.

This village is very poor and is also one of the severely affected areas by mountain floods. Like Lan Wei, whose parents are still alive, is indeed a minority. The vast majority of families were broken due to the mountain floods caused by that particularly heavy rainstorm... leaving many orphans, or families taken care of by single parents or even grandparents.

In the face of nature, human power is hard to resist... Over the past three years, Wang Hao has only spent three hundred yuan each month. Fortunately, because he belongs to a special group, Ganzhou No. 1 Middle School, after considering the situation, did not charge Wang Hao any tuition or miscellaneous fees.

This is also something Wang Hao is quite grateful for to Ganzhou No. 1 Middle School, because asking for help is really not something he can bring himself to do.

"Dad, I will save money on food and expenses in the future, and the money saved will be given to my brother," Zhang Xin said with a hint of sourness in her eyes. She had not expected her brother to take out most of his money every month to support this flood-affected mountain village, buying books for the children here.

What can three hundred yuan do?

Even if it was barely enough for one person's meals, it would probably only cover the cost of breakfast if there were larger expenses. Yet, Wang Hao managed to get by on just three hundred yuan a month for a full three years. "I don't usually have any big expenses..." Wang Hao said with a gentle smile, his expression calm and carefree, as if the days of careful budgeting were not his at all. "Xiao Hao." Mrs. Zhang's eyes reddened slightly. Every time she came, she saw Wang Hao wearing clothes she bought for him. She had thought it was just the shyness of a young boy, too embarrassed to buy his own clothes, but now it seemed clear that he simply had no extra money for new garments. "You guys, didn't know?" Lan Wei looked at the emotional state of the Zhang family and spoke uncertainly, but he had his own speculations in mind. He had always thought that the teacher's assistance was supported by his parents, but now it seemed that neither the teacher nor the parents had any idea. His mind suddenly shook... staring blankly at Wang Hao. "There's nothing much to talk about, let's eat... eat... After we finish eating, Lan Wei, take my parents, sister, and brother for a walk around," Wang Hao stopped Lan Wei with a look in his eye and quickly changed the subject. He really couldn't stand it, seeing his foster parents looking at him with reddened eyes, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable. "Xiao Hao, be honest with me... What are you hiding from us..." Mr. Zhang said with a serious face. "There shouldn't be anything..." Wang Hao thought for a moment with his head down, then shook his head uncertainly. "Really nothing?"

“So, can you explain what's going on with your academic performance? You clearly have the ability to be number one... so why aren't you?” Mr. Zhang felt as if he was seeing Wang Hao for the first time. If he hadn't followed him into the mountains, he wouldn't have known about this secret for who knows how long. “Uh... there's no reward for being number one in school, and I don't want to draw too much attention at school, so I usually rank around a hundredth place...” Wang Hao was taken aback, scratching his head as he spoke. He needed time to work on perfecting the Dragon Brain, and moreover, he wasn't the type of person who sought to show off. Everyone looked at Wang Hao somewhat speechlessly, having not expected such an answer. Blaming the school for not having scholarships, and then he didn't want to be number one. However, Mr. Zhang thought about it and realized this possibility was indeed plausible. He had noticed that his adopted son was someone who concealed his talents, had clear goals, was good at hiding, and he guessed that if Ganzhou No. 1 High School really had scholarships, Wang Hao would definitely come in first place. Just based on his pure heart, he was even compressing his own living expenses for the sake of providing assistance. “Anything else?” Mr. Zhang continued to ask. “Does helping someone with their studies count?”

Wang Hao looked at Zhang Fu's serious face and said weakly. Zhang Fu's eyes bulged, 'Do you think it counts... or is there any more...' 'There really isn't this time...' Wang Hao shook his head. His abilities were indeed limited; otherwise, he would probably have helped some more people in need. Ever since he was rescued by the mountain flood, he had been filled with a grateful heart. He was somewhat autistic in the first one or two years, but after he stepped into the mountains again and taught the first lesson to the villagers of Lanjia Village, he felt his own value. It also made him grateful, no longer dwelling on the past, but looking towards the future. Because of this, the progress of the development of dragon brain has been lagging behind a lot, but he didn't dwell on it too much, because research made him happy, and helping those in need also made him feel happy. In his learning system, besides having a level 7 in computing, his skill in teaching had reached level 6, and was even close to being fully level 6, because he could be said to have been a teacher for three years. This is also why what he teaches is easy to understand upon hearing. His music level is only 5, but Zhang Xin feels that he is better than any music teacher who has taught her, because many skills are actually complementary, and teaching skills are just like that. Wang Hao can make people who listen to his lessons understand and master what he knows through his level 6 teaching skills. 'You know, take the money from that card and use it...' Zhang Fu looked at Wang Hao about to speak and immediately stopped him, continuing, 'Consider it a loan from me, you can pay me back when you start working, with interest calculated according to the bank's rate, is that okay?'

Zhang's father looked at Wang Hao speechlessly; he had never seen such a stubborn person, resolutely refusing to ask others for help... It stirred some emotions in his heart, and he felt a sense of admiration, yet he also knew that if this kind of character were exhibited by his own child, it would drive him to distraction. 'Alright...' Wang Hao hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement. If it were for free, he definitely wouldn't accept it, even if the other party was his foster father. It wasn't that he was being pretentious, but he had his own principles and bottom line. Call him stubborn or obstinate, this was who he was—a person who did not wish to change. Seeing Wang Hao agree, Zhang's father felt an inexplicable sense of relief, but then he couldn't help but chuckle wryly. His own money was refused, insisting on calling it a loan, and even then, it had to be with interest for the other party to accept it. This was perhaps the most lovable and respectable person he had ever met. A child of only eighteen years old could dedicate his kindness to such an extent and still maintain his own principles, a quality that was rare and precious in his many years of teaching. After the meal, Wang Hao asked Lan Wei to take his father, younger brother, and sister to take a look at Lanjia Village. There were still many beautiful sceneries here, which indeed made Zhang's family of four somewhat envious, so they did not refuse. Wang Hao, on the other hand, went back to the classroom with windows on all four sides to continue teaching the dozen or so children of Lanjia Village.