Gong Ruini finished speaking, treating the matter as settled. She had many things to deal with and didn’t have time to get entangled in this.

Moreover, saying more now wouldn’t help; the important thing was to talk after she got the scholarship.

If someone started murmuring then, she wouldn’t mind having a good talk and communicating properly.

Gong Ruini considered the matter over, but the people around her didn’t think so and spread her words.

Even Zhao Xuran and Gong Ruwen from other departments heard about it. Don’t underestimate the sensation caused when Gong Ruini entered Beijing University with such a big reputation.

However, once she started studying quietly in the classroom, dormitory, and library, people’s attention towards her waned.

There are top scorers every year. Why the focus on Gong Ruini? It’s just the amazement that such a young girl could achieve such a good score.

Any further bewilderment disappeared once they saw how diligently she studied every day, and people lost interest, privately calling her a bookworm.

Gong Ruini wasn’t stupid. She knew about the nickname people gave her but didn’t care.

Regarding the budding admiration for foreign lifestyles in university, she had no interest in participating.

As someone who traveled through time, knowing about some major events to happen in the next few years, she had no intention of getting involved.

So she continued to study in peace. Even the club activities she participated in were the quietest ones, like the painting and calligraphy club.

Gong Ruini inspected it and found it really consisted of some bookworms and people interested in ancient Chinese calligraphy and painting, otherwise, she would have been a nominal member.

Because of this, once Gong Ruini’s reputation spread, Gong Ruwen naturally went to inquire about it.

Unexpectedly, it was about this matter, "That’s really Ni Zi."

Zhao Xuran was not surprised by Gong Ruini’s words and felt that her theory was not wrong.

"Scholarships are meant for good grades, but after someone once showed magnanimity, the whole meaning changed." Zhao Xuran didn’t care much about the money but was really annoyed by this forced behavior.

Gong Ruwen was, of course, also annoyed. He got the scholarship every semester but donated the money to families in financial difficulty.

"Exactly, if it weren’t for wanting a smoother path in the future, I wouldn’t want to donate. It’s not about the money but the anger."

"However, this matter is expected to blow up." Zhao Xuran was really worried about how people might speak about Gong Ruini.

Before they could figure out a solution, Gong Ruini encountered trouble first.

Gong Ruini knew her previous words would touch on some people’s interests. Even if she was naive and didn’t understand the situation, Liu Yun and the others had already told her about the practices of previous scholarship winners.

When Gong Ruini heard it initially, she had only one thought: moral coercion.

"Anyway, once I get it, how to handle it is my business." Gong Ruini knew many were unwilling to donate, but why did they still do it? Simply to avoid going against many people.

Regardless of what others thought, she stated if she could get the scholarship this time, she definitely wouldn’t donate the money.

Liu Yun and the others had tried to advise her, after all, everyone did it, so there was no need for her to go against everyone.

Yes, it’s this thought of not going against everyone that completely frightened people.

Gong Ruini felt someone needed to stand up for this; otherwise, who would strive for scholarships in the future?

Luo Zijun had been bested by Gong Ruini countless times and was gleeful to spread her bold words.

Seeing herself surrounded, hearing bits of their slogans, Gong Ruini knew it was time.

She found a spot, leaned against the railing of a tree, "All for the scholarship, right?"

"Yes, don’t you know this is too much?"

"Don’t you know your scholarship could benefit many people?"

Scholarship benefiting people? Just that little money, barely a thousand or two, benefiting many? Gong Ruini pitied the parents of the person saying this. How did they educate their child, not teaching basic things?

"How much is the first-class scholarship?"

"How much is the second-class scholarship?"

"How much is the third-class scholarship?"

Though puzzled by why Gong Ruini was asking, they still obediently reported the numbers.

Good, obedient and sensible children. Gong Ruini gave them a thumbs-up.

"Now, can you tell me the semester’s tuition fees, dorm fees, and meal costs in the cafeteria, a portion of rice, one vegetable, one small meat dish?"

What was this? Why ask this? Some were unhappy with Gong Ruini’s seemingly time-wasting attitude.

Gong Ruini ignored them, insisting on getting the answers she sought.

Numbers once again were reported by the previous speakers.

"Good, if I get the scholarship, I can cover my tuition and dorm fees, then my family only needs to give me a portion of my living expenses. I don’t see a problem with studying hard to earn a scholarship."

"But your family is well-off," someone said indignantly, "Shouldn’t you help those in need?"

"My family’s wealth belongs to my parents. Can’t I relieve their burden with my scholarship, showing them their daughter studies hard and earns money at school?"

"Moreover, do you really think what you’re doing is right?" Gong Ruini knew about how the donated scholarship money was handled.

She didn’t know how those who received money felt, but guessed it wasn’t a pleasant feeling.

"What’s wrong with us?"

"Exactly, they get money, at least solving some living expenses."

The people were agitated, holding a we’re-not-easily-deceived-or-bullied stance.

That’s easy for those not involved, speaking as if it doesn’t bother them.

"Imagine you’re one of those going on stage for fifty yuan, thanking everyone below for their help."

"I don’t know how you felt, but I know it wasn’t pleasant for them."

"Nonsense."

"Yeah, you just don’t want to donate."

Smile, "If I’m willing to offer a hundred, would each of you here do the same, would you dare?" Gong Ruini increased the stakes, watching if they would.

A hundred was a lot of money, but to go on stage and say such a thing to so many people, the previously excited crowd was stunned.

"We’re well-off and don’t need this."

"Yes, it’s embarrassing to do so."

"Is it embarrassment, or would it damage your pride?" Gong Ruini pressed.

"Embarrassment." Some insisted doggedly, while others remained silent, seemingly in deep thought.