Spend 220,000 thousand dollars on the whole school

Only forty thousand dollars remained before he could complete the mission. Solomon slipped his hand into his pocket, his mind racing with thoughts. It was by chance—fate, perhaps—that he met a student and his girlfriend, through whom he ended up spending a large sum of money. He realized he needed to spend even more to complete the system mission.

With his hand still in his pocket, trying to clear his thoughts, his attention was suddenly drawn to a group of students playing volleyball on a distant court. Every student had their goals, things they wanted—things they needed money to pursue. A random thought clutched at his mind. An idea began to form.

What if, he thought, he showed the students here that he could get something for them—simple, easy? That could help him complete the system mission.

His mind clicked. The plan was set. Solomon's lips curled into a confident smile. He had already decided—there was no turning back now. He was going to spend money on every student in the school and get his cash back through the system.

Solomon clutched his backpack and stepped into the class. He had a new destination in mind: the store. He was going to get a big speaker—something loud enough to get everyone's attention. His plan was to announce to the entire school that he would buy anything they wanted.

"Announcement!

The school has announced that it will buy items for students today. Students are promised gifts of any price they desire. Please assemble at the city mall to receive everything you've ever wanted. Let the school buy whatever you desire."

A voice calm, like an ocean breeze, swept through the school grounds—both within the walls and outside them. Every student began to whisper, to pay attention, and listen closely to the announcement.

"Free stuff."

A clean-looking student looked up, questioning if she had heard correctly.

"Will we really get any expensive gift?" she asked.

"I've always wanted this expensive bag," one student commented.

"My girlfriend has been wanting a new dress, but I couldn't afford it," another added.

Excitement spread like wildfire. A lot of students stirred with anticipation after Solomon's announcement. Only the rich kids remained composed. The school authorities, however, were stunned. Sitting at their desks, they looked around in shock.

"When did the school start doing this?" they whispered among themselves.

Meanwhile, the principal was rushing to put a stop to whatever was happening. He didn't approve the spending, and he certainly didn't have the money to cover such a bold promise.

Who knows what teenagers fantasize about? he thought. Who knows how expensive their wishes might be?

Solomon, dusting off his pants, knew his job was done. Calm and composed, he walked slowly and elegantly toward the city mall, where he knew students would soon be gathering.

As he arrived, he stood with his hands in his pockets. Workers at the mall greeted him.

"Good day, sir. What would you like to get? How may we help you?"

…

Solomon walked up to the shopkeeper and said firmly, "I'm going to pay in advance—$220,000—for the shopping the students will do here. Record the amount each student spends and give me any remaining change."

The shopkeeper stared at Solomon, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Are you mad?" he snapped. "Get out of here. This isn't a joke. If you're trying to pull a prank, take it elsewhere. This is a place of business, not a playground."

Solomon just smiled, unfazed. He was used to this kind of reaction. He turned and looked around the store, then noticed another employee nearby. He called out:

"Excuse me, can you follow my instructions?"

The employee smiled politely. "Yes, I can."

Solomon walked away with the second worker, explaining the full arrangement. Meanwhile, the original shopkeeper sat down, clenching his fists, staring at Solomon's back as he walked away. Regret clouded his eyes—he knew he had spoken too harshly.

Solomon finished briefing the worker on the plan. Soon, students began pouring into the store. Many were buzzing with excitement, wide-eyed at the luxury around them. Some even brought their mothers.

"I can't believe the principal is so generous," someone said. "He's actually letting us shop in such an expensive place!"

The poorer students, especially those from Class D, spoke with awe and gratitude in their voices. Even the richer students joined in—curious, excited, and ready to pick out things they liked.

Seeing that all the students had arrived and were shopping, Solomon quietly excused himself from the crowd. He slipped behind a tall shelf, hands in his pockets, waiting. He was only waiting for one thing: the system's voice telling him the mission has been completed.

He was confident. This was going to work. The plan was solid. The mission would succeed.

Solomon folded his arms and leaned his back against the wall, simply waiting for the mission to be completed. He closed his eyes—just waiting for that one moment.

Suddenly, a flurry of papers fell on him, followed by a loud crash. The bookshelf he was leaning on collapsed, and someone fell on top of him.

He groaned, trying to gather himself and make sense of what had just happened. As he adjusted his posture, his eyes locked onto a familiar face—familiar, yet not entirely.

It was a student who always hid her eyes behind thick glasses and wore a large, baggy hoodie. For a brief moment, a strand of her white hair was revealed.

His mind barely had time to register her presence when a group of students approached—the school's infamous bullies. From the outside, it looked like Solomon had pinned the girl down. To them, it seemed like he was harassing her.

Solomon immediately got up and moved away from the girl, not even bothering to help her off the ground. He stood his ground as the group of bullies closed in.

One of them looked at the girl, then back at Solomon.

"Oh, so you're here too, Solos," he sneered.

Solomon remained silent, not even acknowledging the name-calling.

"The school gave everyone permission to get free stuff—anything expensive they want," one of the bullies said. "So what gives you the right to be here? You and this little slut? You've got guts."

Solomon didn't react. He simply stood there, hands in his pockets, staring at them. He gave them nothing—not a word, not a glance.

His silence only infuriated them further.

"How dare you ignore us when we're talking to you?" one shouted, jabbing a finger in his direction.

But Solomon stayed still, both hands in his pockets, unmoved and uninterested in their provocation.

" you will pay for ignoring us!"