Chapter 119: Hey, Wait, Bro—Is She Really a Succubus?

Jiang Nian and Li Hua exchanged a knowing glance: oh well.

Called the parents.

During evening study, the classroom buzzed; Zhang Nenzhi perked up her ears, fully engaged on the front lines of gossip.

"Is the homeroom teacher calling the parents?" Huang Fang turned around, then shook her head to herself, "Too bad, Wu Jun Gu used to be quite decent."

Empress Fangfang, reminiscing again?

He's not even dead yet!

"He's been assigned to our dorm. Heard he wore down Old Liu for a long time before getting approval," Ceng You said, covering his phone on the desk with a book, then turning to spill the tea.

"Wu Jun Gu's parents agreed, but his aunt has always been against it. He told me at lunch he was worried she'd interfere—guess she's finally acting."

His own aunt? He really ought to bow to her.

"Then all Wu Jun Gu's efforts are wasted?" Li Hua, using evening study as cover, spoke freely of gossip, "Looks like they're about to tear apart a love pair."

Jiang Nian glanced at him—why the hell is Li Hua growing yellow hair?

Can't hide it anymore.

"Why are you so delighted?" Huang Fang asked, puzzled.

"No way, how could I be?" Li Hua laughed.

Jiang Nian suddenly said, "You know about love triangles, right?"

Zhang Nenzhi froze in shock, putting down her biology textbook. She looked at Li Hua, then at Wu Jun Gu's empty seat, her mouth slowly forming an O.

"Oh~!!!!"

Ceng You and Empress Fangfang instantly understood, turning sarcastic.

"No wonder—you're pining for someone else's girlfriend?"

"The ultimate campus romance drama."

"No no no! Chi Shi! Chi Shi!" Li Hua panicked, grabbing Jiang Nian, "Don't go talking nonsense—I'm innocent! How am I supposed to find a partner later?"

"Classic. Nobody said you were in a triangle—you jumped right in." Jiang Nian delivered another blow.

"Damn it! You—"

Zhang Nenzhi stayed silent, stealing a glance at Li Hua and Jiang Nian. Her eyes sparkled, as if she'd uncovered something utterly absurd.

You like gossip too, huh? Transfer student!

Jiang Nian was a transfer student too, but under his leadership, Zhang Nenzhi had fully integrated into class life. Once she passed the end-of-month joint exam, she'd truly be a member of Class Three.

"Exams are being handed out—not by me, the math teacher said so."

A class representative suddenly appeared on the podium.

Then two more representatives stood up—one for chemistry, one for biology—both wearing shy, indescribable smiles as they walked gracefully to the front.

"Two chemistry papers—due the day after tomorrow, the teacher said."

"One biology paper—also due the day after tomorrow."

In the brightly lit classroom, wails erupted; everyone shouted, "No no no! Send them down!"

Once the papers were distributed, another wave of shouts rose.

"How many did you get?"

"I'm missing mine—nobody in our row got any. Is there an answer sheet?"

"What about English? I saw the exam paper."

Jiang Nian was annoyed—Wu Jun Gu, sitting in the front-center row, wasn't here. So Jiang Nian, in the second row, had to stand up, reach forward, and pass the papers back.

After passing them out, someone would shout, "Missing XXX," so he'd have to note it down.

As Li Hua organized the papers, he sighed, "Who dares take a day off? When Wu Jun Gu comes back and sees this mountain of exams, he'll be stunned."

Jiang Nian turned to look at him, but before he could speak, Li Hua stopped him.

"Hold on—I know what you're going to say."

"What?"

"Wu Jun Gu's probably kissing and cuddling right now—some disgusting couple scene."

Jiang Nian snapped his fingers. "You've developed a Pavlovian reflex."

"Get lost! You're the dog!"

The English class rep didn't know whether to hand out exams—probably just wanted to join the chaos. Unsure, she came over to Jiang Nian to ask Qian Bao.

"Wait, you're the rep—why are you asking me?" Jiang Nian looked up, bewildered.

The English rep hummed for a moment. "I figured—you've got Qian Bao's WeChat."

He really did.

Wait, who the hell added Qian Bao's WeChat to my phone?!

I'm too scared to send her a single message!

"No way, impossible," Jiang Nian said without blinking, offering a friendly suggestion, "During this English evening study, just wait till she arrives and ask her directly."

"She said she won't come—she's monitoring us online," the rep said.

Jiang Nian replied, "Then write on a piece of paper—big letters. Hold it under the camera. Ask her. If she agrees, just move it."

"Makes sense."

The Political Work Building.

Qian Bao was in a meeting with the English department teachers; the principal's droning speech gave her a headache. The topic was the English weekly report and preparing for inspections.

Bored, Qian Bao opened her phone and pulled up the live feed from Class Three. She wanted to see what these little brats were up to—whether anyone was sneaking a look at their phones.

She looked—and hmm?

The person jumping around under the camera—why does he look so much like her own class rep?

Still holding a piece of paper: to distribute the test papers or not?

Does Jiang Nian say "distribute," and you just turn around?

Qian Bao's fists tightened—Jiang Nian was so arrogant, ordering her around! Only he could come up with such an idea; she was furious!

In the classroom, the camera clicked and turned its head.

"Hey hey, it turned! It really turned!"

"English—also distribute the test papers!"

In the meeting room, Qian Bao was already biting her nails in rage. Luckily she hadn't done her nails this month, or she'd lose another hundred yuan—these brats were too much!

Wuuu! Anger, trembling, cold!

Mainly Jiang Nian's fault.

Wait, I'm coming tomorrow!

Three evening self-study sessions passed like flowing water; Wu Jun Gu still hadn't returned.

Jiang Nian grabbed his backpack and headed out—time to go home and sleep. Exhausted beyond words today: three classes, three test papers, and if he dragged it out, he'd never finish.

Zhang Ningzhi glanced at Jiang Nian's slightly messy desk—several test papers stacked haphazardly.

She thought for a moment, then casually tidied them up for him.

On the way home.

Jiang Nian glanced at Xu Qianqian beside him and suddenly remembered the task panel from the afternoon.

The task was simple: revisit a former place.

Once they got home and Xu Qianqian stepped inside, the task would complete automatically. Who'd have thought? That double-standard Blue Baby, free loot with zero cost.

I'd pluck so many hairs off your head!

But if the reward turns me into some super-male, two eighteen-year-olds stacked together—would I suddenly get four kidneys? That'd be too much.

Middle-aged men, sigh—they all love this kind of lowbrow stuff.

Hmm, good thing I like it too.

Besides that, another thing bothered him: Xu Qianqian was vicious. Even if it wasn't real, that kick she gave him—how much damage was that?

No good, I must correct this temper early.

"Xu Qianqian," he called out.

Under the streetlamp, Xu Qianqian was muttering her textbook aloud when he abruptly interrupted her.

"What?!"

"Didn't you pin me against the wall at lunch?" Jiang Nian asked, face stern, sounding like he was demanding accountability. "Don't you think that's inappropriate?"

"Wasn't it your own fault?" Xu Qianqian glared, but her voice trailed off. "Fine, let you pin me once then."

"Really?" Jiang Nian reached for her. "I'll pin you to the streetlamp!"

"Jiang Nian! You're actually serious?!" Xu Qianqian dodged, furious. "Ungrateful! I was even thinking of making you a math guide!"

"What? Math has a guide?" Jiang Nian only meant to temper her temper, avoid her flipping the heavens upside down later—he hadn't expected her to straighten up so fast.

"Of course it does. You just don't know." Xu Qianqian huffed.

"For example?"

The two walked forward together, skillfully avoiding every uneven tile.

"Go back to the textbook—many questions on the big exams come straight from it," Xu Qianqian said, proud as a little swan. "But today's textbooks aren't meant for humans."

"Without deep understanding, you can't even comprehend the textbook. Those who can understand it barely break a sweat scoring 140—they don't need to go back to the textbook."

"So the math textbook is unfriendly to those with weak foundations who want to self-study. Only I'm kind enough to rewrite a guide for you."

Jiang Nian had only been half-listening at first, but by the end, he grew serious.

"You're so good to me, then I'll just…"

"Pfft! Stop that creepy look!" Xu Qianqian made a disgusted face, slung her backpack, and sprinted ahead. "Jiang Nian, you're a pervert!"

Jiang Nian didn't care, following her all the way home.

As soon as he stepped through the door, a soft *ding* sounded—the task panel popped up.

【Task: Revisit former residence with Xu Qianqian—return to the old-style building where you lived twenty years ago. Reward: Repair bodily depletion, reactivate flesh (eighteen-year-old state) (Completed)】

Thud!

He stood frozen by the door, nervously waiting.

He patted his chest—no change.

He rushed to the full-length mirror—still the same.

He touched his hair, then did push-ups in the living room. Forty push-ups done—no change in body, no doubling of stamina.

Jiang Nian sensed himself carefully—no urge to rage or punch anyone.

So… where the hell did this B reward actually stack?

Could it be that since I'm already eighteen, the "return to eighteen-year-old body state" reward just… canceled out? If so, I'm going to explode!

Is there a military tribunal for the system?! This doesn't add up!

I demand an audit team intervene!

Buzz buzz—Xu Qianqian suddenly sent a WeChat message.

"Forgot to give you the guide. Knock when you come get it."

Jiang Nian thought for a moment, then replied.

"I'm already showering. I'll knock later."

Xu Qianqian typed for a long while, then finally sent one message.

"My dad's asleep. If you're showering, come get it later—send me a message, then stand there and wait for me to open the door."

"OK."

Jiang Nian hadn't actually showered, but to save time, he was in the habit of finishing things all at once. After getting the strategy notebook, he could lie in bed and read for a while.

After showering, he didn't have time to dry his hair, so he wiped it with a Mao Jin. Then he opened the door and stepped out, sending a message to Xu Qianqian in advance, waiting by the door.

About five minutes later, the door clicked open a crack.

Xu Qianqian had also finished showering; she wore a thin nightgown and held a blue A4 notebook.

"Here."

She had intended to casually shove it at him, but when she looked up at him, she suddenly blushed.

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