She Tried Her Best to Help the Poor, and He Tried His Best to Pretend to Be Poor.

In order to find true love that doesn't care about money, I, the heir to a top wealthy family, disguised himself as a poor student and transferred to an ordinary high school. The plan was perfect: keep a low profile, observe, validate humanity. Until I met my deskmate Lin Chuxia—she was like an overly enthusiastic little sun and firmly believed that I needed to "help the poor." As a result, the style of painting became: I tried my best to pretend to be poor, and she worked hard to help the poor. I gnawed on the dried steamed buns, and she lovingly handed over a love lunch; I wore old sneakers, and she stayed up late knitting a pair of woolen socks (and they were knitted crookedly); I acted as fragile and strong, and became the light in her eyes that needed protection most. My carefully designed experiment was about to turn into a large-scale horse failure scene. Worse, I found myself not wanting it to end. When she finally discovered the truth, she asked me with red eyes: "Gu Yanzhou, have you been playing tricks on me?" I took off all disguises, pushed her against the wall, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes, I am acting. But the script has been changed a long time ago - now I just want to act, how to love you." [Arrogant noble boy × straight ball healing system/large real fragrance scene/youth group portrait]