He was actually being impeached by several classmates in a joint letter, the reason being that he occupied the position of class monitor yet did nothing, was absent from class all day, and his shadow couldn't be seen anywhere, rendering him unfit for the duties of class monitor.

"I never intended to be class monitor anyway," Wang Zhuo dismissed it with a smile.

Geng Bin was the one who specifically came to deliver the message, and he didn't see it that way: "Wang Zhuo, whether you want to do it or not is your business, but those guys are conspiring behind your back. You can't just let this go, or they'll think you're a pushover they can squeeze easily."

Wang Zhuo smiled and nodded; when it came to experience in struggle, he certainly wasn't lacking. It was just that the matter at hand was far too childish. He felt he was someone who earned thousands per minute and it wasn't worth haggling over such trivial nonsense.

"What about Old Liu? What did he say about this?" Wang Zhuo asked.

Old Liu was the head teacher, Liu Cheng. This elder gentleman was already over fifty and would retire before their class graduated. He typically ignored minor issues, delegating major ones to the department, essentially managing nothing at all.

"Old Liu said he's busy and told them to take it up with the department head, Wang Taiping," Geng Bin chuckled gleefully.

Wang Zhuo also thought Old Liu’s handling of the matter was somewhat unreliable, and asked with a smile, "So, have they gone to see him?"

Geng Bin shook his head. "Not yet, but I suspect they will soon. Christmas and New Year’s Day are coming up, and it’s also finals. The school is busy with a lot of things; having no class monitor really won't do."

Wang Zhuo nodded thoughtfully. Why was university so attractive? Wasn't it precisely these rich and colorful activities? Since enrolling, he had only participated in military training and hadn't attended many classes. It seemed he should squeeze some time out lately to enjoy the life of the ivory tower.

"Oh, right, I went out on this trip and bought some trinkets to bring back. I'll give this one to you."

Wang Zhuo reached into his pocket, pulled out the small jade Buddha that Old Man Myanmar had given him, held the hanging cord, and handed it to Geng Bin.

This small Buddha could fetch a price of eight or nine hundred yuan in Ruili; Wang Zhuo's casual gift was quite valuable.

"It's jade, right?" Geng Bin took it casually, examined it closely, and smiled, "It's quite fun. Thanks, Class Monitor."

He treated it like a cheap stall item, casually hung it around his neck, and walked away happily.

Wang Zhuo was at a loss, finding it truly like casting pearls before swine, but he didn't dwell on it. He had always been generous to his friends; even Fatty Long got a Dragon-Woven Pendant worth several thousand yuan. Since Geng Bin considered him one of his own, giving him a small trinket was a simple matter.

He turned around and promptly forgot about the incident, unaware that a small interlude would soon occur.

Geng Bin was also a chubby fellow, but life in the Medical School was genuinely conducive to weight loss. Moreover, he had become the head of physical education this time, truly determined to shed weight.

So, every time he entered the cafeteria, he would start visualizing dissections or morgues, which lowered his appetite. Furthermore, he insisted on playing two rounds of basketball every day. And indeed, it showed results. In the three months since the semester started, besides losing ten pounds during military training, he had shed another twenty-plus pounds in these three months, transforming from a big fatty into a big lad.

Having received Wang Zhuo’s gift, he went to his usual spot on the basketball court that afternoon to play forward. Since the small Buddha wasn't large and he thought it was a cheap stall item, he didn't take it off and played with it hanging around his neck.

This impromptu game happened to be a face-off between the Stomatology and Clinical Medicine majors. Initially, both sides were relatively restrained, but as the game progressed, some competitive fire emerged, which was common and hadn't escalated to arguments or conflicts.

A handsome guy from the Stomatology major was stealing the show today, having already hit two consecutive three-pointers, drawing a few shrill cheers from the pretty nurses visiting from the nursing school in the stands. His head heated up, and while defending, he gave Geng Bin, who was driving for a layup, a clothesline block from behind.

This move, which easily led to injury, was a clear foul. Geng Bin was brought down, landing squarely on his backside, and the referee blew the whistle for a foul shot.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute, something ripped off the fat guy's thing!" Li Jiuning, the political representative, trotted over, crouching down to pick up an item.

As mentioned before, under the brilliant leadership of Head Teacher Liu Cheng, all students in Wang Zhuo's class held some position; the most idle among them was still a class representative. Li Jiuning was one of them.

When the item was picked up and everyone looked, it was a disaster: on the small red string hung the head of a Buddha, but the two large round bellies below were gone.

The Stomatology heartthrob's eyes widened instantly, and he stammered, "Fat—Fatty, why would you wear a jade Buddha while playing ball? I—I can’t afford to compensate you for the whole thing!"

Geng Bin didn't know what jade was, but the university was full of talent. Not only the Stomatology handsome guy recognized this thing, but even the temporary referee wearing small glasses was knowledgeable.

"Damn, this is a mess," he took the belly of the Buddha that a player had picked up, held it in his palm, and said with a wry smile, "This is a glutinous jade blue water piece. Geng Bin, how much did you pay for it? Must be a few thousand, right?"

"Jade?" Geng Bin was utterly bewildered. This thing was just casually given to him by Wang Zhuo; he hadn't mentioned jade. Was it not jade?

Hearing it was worth a few thousand, the Stomatology guy's face contorted into a grimace: "Everyone, speak fairly. He was wearing such an expensive item while playing; the responsibility isn't entirely mine. I'll agree to compensate, but paying the full price feels too unfair."

That statement was quite magnanimous. In reality, if he had stubbornly insisted that it was Geng Bin's fault for wearing it and refused to pay anything, no one could have forced him to.

Everyone sympathized with and understood the Stomatology guy's grievance, but Geng Bin's loss couldn't just be ignored. People stopped playing ball and gathered to see what he planned to do.

With people crowding around, it was Geng Bin’s turn to offer a wry smile: "Everyone, I truly didn't know what this thing was worth. Wang Zhuo just gave it to me casually this morning. I thought it was just a piece of common jade, not worth much. Are you perhaps mistaken?"

Hearing this, the direction of the discussion immediately shifted.

"Ma Youcai, did you misidentify it? If this were genuine, even if Wang Zhuo gave it to Geng Bin, wouldn't he have mentioned it?"

"I knew it! Who would wear a porcelain piece worth several thousand to play ball? Turns out it was just pretending to be humble."

"Haha, look how scared Wang Gui'er is. He was worried about losing half a year's food money."

Only the bespectacled guy nicknamed Ma Youcai stood firm, insisting it was a genuine article; even if it wasn't worth a few thousand, it wouldn't be something you could get for two or three hundred. Under his insistence, Geng Bin finally called Wang Zhuo.

"It shattered?" Wang Zhuo was drinking rabbit soup stewed by Li Guangran. Hearing the news, he nearly spat it out: "Geng Bin, you've only worn it for half a day? It broke before it was even warmed up?"

"Class Head," Geng Bin also felt apologetic, smiling wryly, "The moon has its dark and bright periods, and people have unforeseen fortunes and misfortunes; accidents are everywhere. Everyone is waiting for news. Tell us, is this Maitreya Buddha truly jade, and how much is it worth?"

"It’s not worth much," Wang Zhuo said. Encountering such a thing was also unexpected, and he certainly wouldn't fuss over it. He comforted casually, "It is the real deal, but it's only worth a few hundred yuan in Yunnan. If it broke, it broke. Bring back the belly of the Buddha, and I'll find a craftsman to make it into a mobile phone charm for you."

In truth, that small Buddha belly piece wasn't worth much for modification; Wang Zhuo said that mainly to soothe the kind-hearted kid named Wang Gui'er.

The small commotion temporarily subsided. The handsome Stomatology guy nicknamed Wang Gui'er understood the situation and his favorable impression of Wang Zhuo increased greatly. Geng Bin finally realized what kind of gift Wang Zhuo had given him, and Wang Zhuo's standing in his heart immediately rose to the level of a true buddy.

The others were all discussing it: Wang Zhuo was truly loaded! He casually gifted a classmate something worth several hundred yuan, and what was more crucial was that he didn't even specify the item's value—he treated money like dirt.

The news spread in a small circle on the basketball court. The next day, when Wang Zhuo and Geng Bin went to play ball together, everyone had unearthed even bigger gossip. Their gazes toward Wang Zhuo were a bit strange because that guy hadn't stayed in the dorms last night; someone had seen him drive a Range Rover to school this morning.

The school parking lot was quite large, and there were many luxury cars inside, but Wang Zhuo was absolutely the only one who drove such a large SUV to school.

After forming a temporary team, a fellow from the Pharmacy major specifically ran up and examined Wang Zhuo's hands, which left him somewhat perplexed.

The guy looked up after inspecting them, with a pitiable expression, and said, "Brother, you didn't happen to be wearing a ring or bracelet, did you? If we break it, we can't afford to compensate..."

After the well-intentioned jokes and teasing ended, the referee blew the whistle, and the game began.

Wang Zhuo quickly noticed something unusual. It seemed both sides in today's game were fighting especially hard. Was it because there were more pretty girls on the stands than usual?

Wait a minute, what day was it? Why were so many pretty girls watching basketball, and they even brought small cushions?

With this distraction, he almost got hit in the face by a teammate's pass. The Pharmacy major took advantage, scoring a fast break and getting two points.

The captain on the court saw Wang Zhuo distracted and jogged over, whispering an explanation in his ear: "They're all the little girls from the Nursing College. They usually come to watch too, but today there are inexplicably more of them."

Wang Zhuo uttered an "Oh" and shifted his focus back to the court. A moment later, he caught a pass for an offensive rebound and jumped up easily from outside the three-point line, releasing a high lob shot.

The basketball swished through the net with a swoosh, and a burst of cheers and screams suddenly erupted from the stands. Then, a synchronized wave of encouragement caused Wang Zhuo, who was turning back toward the backcourt, to almost twist his ankle.

"Coach Wang is mighty! Go, Coach Wang!"

The ten big guys playing on the court looked at each other. Turns out this was Wang Zhuo's personal cheering squad.

Wang Zhuo’s brain momentarily crashed. He had been away for half a month, and upon returning, he had forgotten his celebrity status. Even if these girls came here to cheer, with a large element of mischief, or perhaps purely to mess around, it was enough trouble for him. He wouldn't need until tomorrow; the school's BBS would be booming tonight across the University...