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The sunlight outside was bright, streaming into the apartment that would soon no longer belong to him. Lin Xiaofan mechanically packed his belongings, stuffing a few personal items into his suitcase: a few pieces of clothing, a photo of his mother, and a pebble he had brought back from the mountains—a "gift" forcibly given to him by a little girl with a fertilizer bag.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated with a system notification:
【Crisis Level: Red】
【Emergency remedial measures recommended】
【Current Goodwill Value: 31/100】
Lin Xiaofan let out a bitter laugh, tossing aside his phone and continuing to pack. At this point, what was there left to salvage?
As he rummaged through the desk drawer, a business card fell out—Su Yuqing's. Instinctively, Lin Xiaofan searched for her social media account, curious to see how this "whistleblower" was feeling now.
Her latest post, published two hours ago, was a lengthy article:
"Regarding the recent controversy over a charity... Unmotivated good deeds are still better than refined indifference. We pursue purity, but we cannot deny all attempts simply because they are imperfect..."
Lin Xiaofan's finger paused on the screen. The article did not mention his name, but the comments section was in an uproar, with many people tagging him and cursing him as a "hypocrite." Su Yuqing's only response was: "I oppose any form of online violence."
The sound of a moving company’s horn outside reminded him that it was time to go. Lin Xiaofan took one last look around the apartment he had lived in for three years before dragging his suitcase out.
The sunlight on the street was blinding, and pedestrians hurried by. Standing at the intersection, Lin Xiaofan suddenly didn’t know where to go. His phone rang again; it was Principal Li’s number. After hesitating for a moment, he answered.
"Mr. Lin!" The old principal's voice was hoarser than usual. "The education bureau's investigation team just left. They said... they said our school’s funding will be suspended next month..."
In the background, he could hear children reciting their morning lessons in sweet, innocent voices: "At the beginning of man, nature is good." Lin Xiaofan swallowed hard as a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
"Principal Li," he interrupted the old man's lament, "how much does the school’s meal program cost for a year?"
"Uh?" The principal paused for a moment. "About... around sixty thousand..."
"Give me an account number," Lin Xiaofan said. "Don’t tell anyone who transferred it."
Ten minutes later, he stood in front of an ATM machine, transferring his last available funds—exactly sixty thousand—into the public account of that mountain school. The transfer note read: "A sinner’s compensation."
There were no system notifications or cashback alerts. Lin Xiaofan let out a long breath and felt an unusual sense of relief wash over him. He dragged his suitcase toward the subway station, planning to try his luck at the long-distance bus station—perhaps some small town in the south needed cheap labor.
Three days later, while curled up in a booth at an internet café eating instant noodles, his phone suddenly vibrated wildly. Dozens of unread messages and missed calls flooded in from unfamiliar numbers. Confused, he opened social media and found his name trending again—FindingTheAnonymousDonor.
Clicking on the topic, the first post was a video that had been shared hundreds of thousands of times: Principal Li stood in a city square with five mountain children, holding up a stack of handwritten letters and drawings. The old man spoke into the camera: "A kind-hearted person has anonymously funded our school; the children want to say thank you in person..."
The scene shifted to the children showcasing their artwork: crooked suns, little houses, and one particularly eye-catching drawing—a tall stick figure holding hands with a small stick figure beside it, with the words "Thank you Uncle Lin" written next to it.
"We have asked everyone who has ever funded our school," Principal Li continued, "but we still haven't been able to contact Mr. Lin Xiaofan..."
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