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The old man's expression changed instantly as he grasped Lin Xiaofan's hand with surprising strength. "Benefactor! The children can finally eat meat!"
Lin Xiaofan smiled awkwardly, unsure of how to respond. His gaze swept over the children, noticing that several were barefoot, and one little girl had a backpack made from a fertilizer bag.
"Mr. Lin has traveled a long way; why not take a look at our classroom first?" Principal Li suggested enthusiastically.
The classroom looked even worse than it appeared from the outside. Under a leaking roof were a dozen crooked desks, and the blackboard was made from wooden planks painted black. In one corner, there was a stack of worn-out notebooks, each filled with dense writing, used on both sides.
"Due to a lack of paper, we ask the children to write with pencils so they can erase and reuse," Principal Li explained.
[System Mandatory Notification]
[Please participate in at least one assistance action]
[Otherwise, all funds will be frozen]
[Remaining time: 2 hours]
Lin Xiaofan gritted his teeth. "Is there anything I can help with?"
Principal Li's eyes lit up. "We just happen to need to repair the roof today!"
Half an hour later, Lin Xiaofan cautiously climbed a bamboo ladder that looked like it could collapse at any moment. He held a piece of plastic sheeting and covered the leaking area as directed by the villagers. The mountain wind howled, making him feel unsteady.
"Move to the left! A bit more to the left!" the excited children shouted from below.
Lin Xiaofan shifted his position but suddenly slipped. Amidst the gasps of everyone around him, he fell into a pile of straw, the plastic sheet landing on his head like a parachute.
The children burst into laughter, and even the usually serious Principal Li couldn't help but smile. Lin Xiaofan awkwardly crawled out of the straw pile, only to meet Su Yuqing's gaze—she stood with her arms crossed, her face clearly saying, "I knew it."
"City folks are so delicate," one villager muttered under his breath.
Lin Xiaofan's face burned with embarrassment. He shook off the straw and was about to retort when a little girl timidly handed him a cup of water. "Uncle, drink some water."
The clarity in her eyes deflated his frustration. He took the cup and noticed it was made from an old can, carefully wrapped with twine to prevent burns.
"Thank you," he said softly, feeling a tightness in his throat.
The afternoon donation ceremony was simple yet solemn. As the children lined up to receive their new stationery, their smiles shone brighter than the sun. Lin Xiaofan stood to the side when suddenly a message popped up from the system:
[Assistance action completed]
[Rewards have been issued]
[Special reminder: Sincere emotional engagement detected; return multiplier increased to 150 times]
He was taken aback. Not because of the change in numbers, but because a little boy had suddenly run over to hug him after receiving a new pencil, only to shyly run away afterward. It felt strange, like a warm current spreading from his chest throughout his body.
As night fell, the village experienced a power outage. Lin Xiaofan lit a candle and stepped outside for some fresh air, inadvertently catching a glimpse of Su Yuqing's silhouette on the papered window next door. She had a thick ledger spread out in front of her, meticulously checking something line by line.
Driven by an inexplicable urge, Lin Xiaofan tiptoed closer to the window. Through the gap, he saw Su Yuqing carefully calculating every penny with a calculator, even recording the few yuan spent on pencils and erasers with precision. The candlelight flickered on her face, illuminating her furrowed brow and serious expression.
"Have you seen enough?" Su Yuqing suddenly spoke up, startling Lin Xiaofan so much that he nearly stumbled.
He awkwardly pushed the door open. "I... I was just..."
"Come in," Su Yuqing sighed. "Since you're so concerned about where the money goes."
The ledger was filled with detailed records of income and expenses: April 15th, 50 pencils at 0.8 yuan each; April 16th, 30 notebooks at 1.2 yuan each... Each entry was accompanied by the signature and fingerprint of the recipient.
"Is it really necessary to be this... detailed?" Lin Xiaofan couldn't help but ask.
Su Yuqing looked up, the candlelight dancing in her eyes. "Do you know why many people are reluctant to donate nowadays? Because they don't know where their money goes." She pointed at the ledger. "This is where it goes. Transparent and accountable."
Lin Xiaofan suddenly recalled the empty Cancer Foundation he had registered, feeling a flush of embarrassment on his face.
"Tomorrow we need to visit several underprivileged students' homes," Su Yuqing closed the ledger. "If you think it’ll be too tiring, you don’t have to come."
"I'll go," Lin Xiaofan blurted out, surprising even himself.
Su Yuqing raised an eyebrow as if she wanted to say something but ultimately just nodded lightly. "We leave at six; don't be late."
Back in his room, Lin Xiaofan lay on his bed, his mind filled with images from that day: the cracked lips of children, clothes patched upon patches, and the shining eyes when they received new pencils... The System Notification chimed again:
【Emotional Resonance Increased】
【Soul Purification Index +15%】
【Note: True wealth is not in account balances but in people's hearts】
Lin Xiaofan stared at this message for a long time, for the first time not calculating how much benefit it could bring. The mountain wind outside rustled through the treetops, sounding like a gentle sigh.
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