This is a contract, and it’s a donation contract.
The receiving account belongs to an independent company operating outside the school, but Zhou Ya knows that this company has a significant connection with the student council, and although the student council seems to be a collective of the school, Imperial Capital Normal University is somewhat different.
Each vice president has their own fundraising tasks, which they may not be doing for the benefit of the school. Instead, they pocket the school’s activity funds.
For example, Qian Jiahui’s contract.
"You want me to send you money?"
Zhou Ya looked at Qian Jiahui in astonishment.
Qian Jiahui frowned, tapped the table, and said with some dissatisfaction:
"What do you mean by sending me money? Since you’re with a wealthy guy, you should contribute to the school!
The students are all poor; you can easily ask that rich boyfriend of yours for three to five million as pocket money. It’s not too much to ask, right?
Or do you have no sense of gratitude at all and don’t want to give back to the school even a bit?"
She kept mentioning the school and gratitude.
Can this money really go to the school?
Moreover, when did Qian Jiahui get to comment on her relationship with Lin Beichen?
"I can’t provide it."
Zhou Ya said coldly, adding another sentence.
"Lin Beichen’s money doesn’t come from the wind. Three to five million is that easy for you to say?"
Qian Jiahui sneered, a look of contempt on her face.
"Three to five million is hard for others, but aren’t you a slut? Just use your charms to seduce men, and that money will come with a wave of your hand..."
Zhou Ya’s face turned deathly pale at these words.
She suddenly realized.
The people outside were called by Qian Jiahui, and the rumors outside were also spread by her.
Her real purpose was to force her to pay money.
The student council bullying others was nothing new, but Zhou Ya didn’t expect that they would target her.
And they were asking for millions.
"Can’t do it? Don’t regret it!"
Qian Jiahui didn’t say more, stood up, clapped her hands, and left with her followers.
As Qian Jiahui was about to leave, Zhou Ya just relaxed a bit but suddenly heard Xiao Xue’s exclamation.
"Zhou Ya, be careful! They want to tear your clothes..."
Zhou Ya was shocked, grabbing the quilt tightly.
Two big hands suddenly reached out from below, grabbed the quilt on her body, and pulled hard.
In an instant, the sound of camera flashes and clicks filled the air. Zhou Ya’s mind went blank.
What are they trying to do?
The room fell silent, only the sound of the student council taking pictures remained.
However, when Qian Jiahui looked at Zhou Ya, her face as a fellow woman showed a trace of malice.
"You filthy slut, wearing pajamas to sleep, who are you pretending to be pure for!"
Qian Jiahui said coldly, almost exasperated.
"President, I say we just strip her. We’re taking photos anyway; if we don’t capture some good stuff, she won’t comply!"
A woman couldn’t help but say, her eyes filled with excitement.
Zhou Ya was one of the most talked-about beauties at Imperial Capital Normal University. If they took pictures of her, there would be no shortage of high-paying buyers outside.
And since Zhou Ya has a wealthy boyfriend, if she wants to keep that relationship, she would surely buy back the photos at a high price.
They could blackmail Zhou Ya for a lifetime with these photos.
The things learned at school wouldn’t earn much in the society.
If they could hold onto a rich man, they wouldn’t have to worry about anything for the rest of their lives.
At this thought, excitement flashed in everyone’s eyes.
In their eyes, Zhou Ya was no longer a person but an object to be dealt with as they wished.
At this moment, the sound of a car horn suddenly came from outside.
"What’s going on, who dares to drive in the school, don’t they want their student status anymore?"
Qian Jiahui’s face darkened at the horn.
Upon hearing this, a few lackeys rushed out, shouting at the door.
"Who’s honking? Don’t you know this is the dormitory? Everyone is resting, don’t you have any civic sense..."
In the car, Lin Beichen frowned.
Was his horn loud? The person’s voice was definitely louder than his horn.
Lin Beichen lowered the roof and glanced upwards.
The red sports car had a convertible roof, a design not often seen in racing cars.
Lin Beichen’s car was bought last minute by Bai Yunfei from a club and was modified to cater for both racing and leisure, hence the convertible.
The lackeys were just done yelling when they noticed the appearance of a red supercar below.
The sleek and flashy convertible revealed a male face, surprising them.
"I’m looking for Zhou Ya. This is her dormitory, right?"
Lin Beichen said calmly, looking up.
Here for Zhou Ya?
The lackeys instinctively turned to look at Qian Jiahui.
Qian Jiahui, having heard Lin Beichen’s words, showed a rare trace of panic on her malicious face.
"Zhou Ya, if you dare tell your boyfriend about today, don’t blame me for being unkind. Imperial Capital Normal University is my territory!"
Qian Jiahui finished her words and walked out quickly, almost in a run.
Xiao Xue approached, tears still staining her pretty face.
As Xiao Xue got closer, Zhou Ya noticed several bruises on her body.
Obviously, these people had tortured Xiao Xue while she was sleeping.
"Xiao Xue, are you okay?"
Zhou Ya asked worriedly.
Tears welled up in Xiao Xue’s eyes as she stifled her voice and said:
"Zhou Ya, as soon as they came in, they started hitting me and taking pictures. I couldn’t fight them off."
Zhou Ya, upon hearing this, could no longer hold back her anger.
At this moment, Lin Beichen’s voice called out again from outside the window.
"Xiao Xue, wait, I’ll make sure to get justice for you!"
Zhou Ya said, making a firm decision, got dressed, and walked out.
Others called her a slut, but she wasn’t, and no one would listen to her explanations.
Sometimes, the more you explain, the more wrong it seems.
Since they only believed in power and violence, she would show them what real violence is.
In the hallway, two heads peeked at Zhou Ya’s back, panic flashing in their eyes before turning and running back inside.
In the student council’s office, Qian Jiahui sat on the sofa, her eyes filled with brutality.
As the vice president of the student council, Qian Jiahui’s academic performance might not be exceptional, but she was good at manipulating and using various means, thus gathering a group of followers.
She knew that her tricks could only intimidate inexperienced students.
If they threatened Zhou Ya with her photos, Zhou Ya’s fragile mind would soon give in.
Lin Beichen’s sudden appearance had disrupted her plan.
"President, will Zhou Ya tell her boyfriend about our actions?"
A lackey asked, unable to resist.
The question sent a shiver down Qian Jiahui’s spine.
That rich boyfriend seemed very wealthy. The car he drove was no ordinary vehicle; it was probably a top-tier supercar worth tens of millions.
"Why is Zhou Ya so lucky to get such a rich boyfriend!"
Qian Jiahui pounded the table in rage, her face twisted in hatred.
She worked hard to climb the social ladder, only to find herself outranked by a nobody in just a few years.
"Follow her, and if she dares to speak, shut her up.
Remember, we are the student council. As long as we act in the name of Imperial Capital Normal University, no one can disrespect us!"
Qian Jiahui said coldly.
Her followers exchanged worried looks.
Would that rich boyfriend really care about their status?
Meanwhile, Zhou Ya approached Lin Beichen’s car.
"Where’s your Hongqi sedan? Why didn’t you drive that today?"
Zhou Ya asked, amazed as she circled the car.
Even though she wasn’t interested in cars, she had to admit that Lin Beichen’s car today was a masterpiece of industrial design.
Lin Beichen patted the passenger seat and smiled:
"Get in; I’ll take you somewhere nice."
Zhou Ya glanced back at the dormitory, then silently nodded.