Chapter 142: I'm Only Sharp-Tongued — Jiang Nian's Heart Is the Real Dirty One

During evening self-study, Zhang Ningzhi looked toward Jiang Nian and asked curiously.

"Why do you keep smiling?"

"Huh? Was I?" Jiang Nian said awkwardly, coughing once. "When?"

"You've been smiling since you walked into the classroom, and the group leader too." Zhang Ningzhi looked at the two of them suspiciously. "I feel like you two have a secret."

Li Hua turned his head and said seriously.

"It's perfectly normal for guys to have a little secret, right? Transfer me fifty yuan and I'll tell you Jiang Nian's secret."

Hearing that, Zhang Ningzhi took out her phone.

"No no, I was just kidding." Li Hua was already starting to break out in cartoon sweat drops.

He'd almost forgotten — this girl really does have money.

Suddenly, Li Hua's shoulder was poked. He turned his head and saw the class monitor looking at him, immediately assuming she was telling him not to talk during evening self-study, and was just about to apologize.

Then he heard Li Qingrong say.

"WeChat, I'll scan you."

Li Hua: "."

Honestly, he'd never noticed before that the class monitor had a bit of dry humor to her.

"I was kidding, class monitor. You can ask him yourself." Li Hua was a little embarrassed. It was one thing for these two to be a bit clueless, but how could they both be this rich!

Hearing that, Jiang Nian quickly clarified.

"Don't talk nonsense, what secret could I possibly have."

"That's not necessarily true. Maybe there's an old flame from before you switched classes." Li Hua's mouth-addiction kicked in and he started spinning fantasies. "You two had a secret relationship, and in the end you were separated by the class reassignment."

Jiang Nian was about to break out in cartoon sweat drops — what nonsense was this unfilial son spouting. There was no old flame, but there was an enemy.

"Shut your mouth, stop spreading rumors here."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at the class monitor.

"Li Hua's talking nonsense."

He himself didn't know why he felt the need to explain. Something this obvious should be easy to tell apart. "Transfer me fifty yuan" was just a meme, not something that actually happened.

But... the way Li Qingrong nodded made Jiang Nian feel like she might actually have believed it.

Damn, is the class monitor this easy to fool?

A familiar thought suddenly popped into Jiang Nian's mind.

Just then, a thump came from the back row.

Most of the people in the front turned around and saw Yuan Zhengchuan stand up from his seat. His whole face didn't look too good, as if he was angry about something.

"Yuan Zhengchuan, what are you doing?" Discipline committee member Cai Xiaoqing said unhappily, frowning at him. "This is evening self-study, don't disturb the rest of the class."

Sixteen fluorescent tubes on the ceiling — the classroom was bright as day.

Yuan Zhengchuan stood by his seat, his chest rising and falling slightly. Facing the discipline committee member's rebuke, he didn't dare act up — after all, Old Liu stood behind the discipline committee.

Class Three was a bit special: the class monitor didn't handle trivial matters.

Class affairs were basically handled by the discipline committee member and the vice class monitor, including situations like class monitor meetings — those were also attended by Cai Xiaoqing and the vice class monitor in turns.

So discipline committee member Cai Xiaoqing could report directly to the top.

Old Liu usually didn't bother with things either, but that didn't mean he was blind. If he refused to submit to management, he'd definitely get called in for a talk, and then get hammered on the puppy love issue.

Talk back and he'd get screamed at bloody, plus a class-transfer warning.

If he really got transferred, he'd immediately get the full "call your parents" package.

In the past, Yuan Zhengchuan had been fearless — he felt his relationship with his girlfriend Ji Jiayu was rock solid. But now, they'd had a fight, and there were some misunderstandings.

He took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Cai Xiaoqing exercised the class monitor's supervisory authority on her behalf, also serving as discipline committee member. She oversaw all class affairs for Class Three and enjoyed the right to act first and report later on class matters.

Gao San was stressful for everyone — blocking was worse than guiding things through. Even if there was some unhappiness, it wasn't good to escalate the conflict. If the class argued every day, how could anyone study.

"Go ahead."

Yuan Zhengchuan walked out of the classroom, and his face immediately darkened. The corridor held only his own footsteps; the night wind blew through the covered walkway, and he felt an inexplicable sense of freedom.

The young man's heart gradually calmed down.

He shook his head and began sorting out his muddled thoughts. That afternoon he'd talked it through with his girlfriend, and Ji Jiayu had promised not to pay attention to those boys.

But the moment evening reading started, when two boys asked her questions, she still answered them.

Yuan Zhengchuan felt dissatisfied about this, and her response was.

【You're way too sensitive. They were just asking me which unit we're on.

Am I supposed to be a mute from now on?

No one's harassing me, they're all very polite and don't have those kinds of thoughts at all. Baby, can you stop being so jealous?】

But!

Who would come across groups to ask her? Can't they ask someone nearby?

What the fuck!

Yuan Zhengchuan's calm heart stirred again, but he couldn't find a target to vent on. Those guys didn't really have any ulterior motives, and there were a lot of them.

He didn't know which bastard started it — why bother harassing someone else's girlfriend!

He'd deal with it if anything actually happened. Hopefully Ji Jiayu could come to her senses.

Ring ring ring — evening self-study was over.

"Here's your test paper back, thanks." A boy passed the paper back to Ji Jiayu from several rows away.

Ji Jiayu smiled. "No problem."

She stood up to fetch the exam paper, her arm stretched straight, but still a little short.

Jiang Nian happened to pass by, casually took the paper, and handed it to her.

"Thank you."

Jiang Nian glanced at her. "No problem."

As soon as she returned to the classroom, Yuan Zhengchuan's vision darkened.

How could it be that while he was just letting up a little, Ji Jiayu was already mixing with two boys again? Couldn't she just talk less with boys? Did she really need to borrow the exam paper?

Couldn't she just get up and take the paper herself!

Jiang Nian really was just passing by, sidestepping Yuan Zhengchuan. He didn't even look at him—only walked out of the classroom to the corridor for some air and chatted with Li Hua.

After the second evening self-study, Ji Jiayu planned to get water. She took her cup, spent ages swiping at the water dispenser, then sighed when she realized her card had no balance.

Just as she was about to leave, Sun Zhicheng passed by and handed her the water card on his keychain.

"Swipe mine."

Ji Jiayu blinked, warmth spreading in her heart.

"Thanks, my card's empty—I forgot to recharge it."

"No problem, I've got plenty on mine," Sun Zhicheng scratched his head. "The guy who recharges cards doesn't show up until two in the afternoon. You can use mine tomorrow too."

As he spoke, he glanced toward Chen Yunyun's seat. Seeing it empty, he exhaled in relief—he didn't want Chen Yunyun to misunderstand.

Though he didn't understand why Lin Dong had asked him to do this, it was just a small favor.

"Mm-hmm, got it," Ji Jiayu smiled, her eyes crinkling.

Only now did she realize how warm-hearted the boys in her class were—sure enough, the guys in the science class were more thoughtful.

She had plenty of friends in the liberal arts class; when they chatted during holidays, they said liberal arts boys weren't all clean-cut and refined.

There were some idols, but most of them had nothing to do with the word "idol"—each one was weird in their own way. All of them loved to show off, loved political debates, and played mind games.

On the contrary, they envied Ji Jiayu, thinking life in the science class must be fun—and indeed it was.

But she already had a boyfriend, so whenever they brought up this topic, she held back.

She had just filled her cup and returned the card to Sun Zhicheng.

"Thank you."

"No need."

Sun Zhicheng felt equally pleased—another daily act of kindness. The key point was he hadn't noticed before: Ji Jiayu still had charm.

As Ji Jiayu returned to her seat, her boyfriend Yuan Zhengchuan walked over, face cold. He took a deep breath and threw a water card onto her desk.

"I have my own card. No need to use someone else's."

Hearing this, Ji Jiayu was mortified.

She really wanted to scream: Baby, are you crazy? If you're sick, go get treated—don't embarrass me here!

But she held it in.

Don't get angry, don't get angry—relationships fall apart the more you fight.

She looked up at Yuan Zhengchuan and smiled tightly.

"Okay, baby."

Outside the corridor, Jiang Nian leaned against the wall, watching people pass by. Beside him were Li Hua and Ma Guojun; the three of them stood together, catching the breeze, chatting nonsense about the weekend's mock exam.

Nearby were Lin Dong and the PE monitor Liu Yang, two virgin boys, passionately discussing dating techniques.

"In my opinion, the boundaries in dating are broken bit by bit."

Liu Yang leaned against the railing, waving his hand.

"Totally right, bro. If she lets you hold hands, go ahead and touch. If she lets you touch, just kiss. If she lets you kiss, hehe. It's a bit dog-like, but it works."

Ma Guojun chuckled beside them, adjusting his glasses.

"How many relationships have you actually had? I've never seen you date anyone. You talk so smoothly—didn't you just meet some girls online, lick their boots for a few days, then get deleted?"

Hearing this, Lin Dong and Liu Yang fell silent. They exchanged a glance, then lunged at Ma Guojun. The three immediately wrestled, shouting and punching.

"This kid cannot be allowed to live!"

"You fucking bastard, are you spying on me? You sick pervert!"

"Fuck! Ma Guojun, I'll get a van full of people to kill you!"

"Your mouth is so poisonous, fatass—you just stabbed me right in the spine!"

"You piece of shit, I'll get people to line up and roast you!" Lin Dong lost it; Liu Yang followed suit—he really had licked someone, then been deleted.

The day before he was deleted, he'd asked the girl: "Will we keep chatting forever?" She'd replied: "Of course, darling."

Later, he realized: online love is too deep—the human heart is separated by a nut.

Everyone has a nut, but men's aren't as thick as women's. That's why women's hearts are hard to fathom—never trust a bad woman again, or you'll become her dog!

Jiang Nian and Li Hua burst out laughing. A classmate walked over and asked what was going on. They repeated it, then others joined in laughing.

"Hahaha, two idiots."

"Hah… damn, I'm feeling physically ill now," Luo Yong couldn't laugh anymore. "Ma Guojun's mouth must've drunk pesticide—so poisonous, fuck!"

"Aruba him!" Li Hua raised his arm and shouted.

"Yes yes yes! Come on! I'll help!" Jiang Nian loved stoking the fire—he'd snitch on Ma Guojun later, and there'd be fun to watch after the next evening self-study.

"Me too, fuck—he stabbed me right in the lungs!"

"Hey! Don't do this!" The big fat guy panicked, trying to run but was pinned down. "I'm sorry, bro, I'm sorry! Don't 'deer' me—go after Li Hua!"

Screams echoed down the hallway—Li Hua was the most enthusiastic pusher.

Zhang Ningzhi heard the commotion outside the classroom and shook her head. She didn't need to guess who was playing that childish game—Jiang Nian was definitely involved.

Boys are so childish—they keep shouting and screaming all the time.

Ring ring ring.

A group of people ran back, but Jiang Nian, Li Hua, and Ma Guojun were the only three who didn't return. The discipline teacher asked about it, and someone said the three of them had gone to the bathroom.

Cai Xiaoqing was speechless. "You don't go to the bathroom during class, but the moment the bell rings, off you go."

That's what she said, but she didn't record any names either.

Basically, any volunteer work in the class was done by Li Hua's group. As the right-hand aide of Class Three, she couldn't use people when she needed them and toss them aside when she didn't.

In the dim bathroom, a drainage ditch, a few white walls about a meter high. The lights were practically nonexistent, and the gurgling sound of the water tank echoed through the room.

The three stood side by side, peeing, as light and shadow drifted across the white tiles.

Li Hua suddenly asked, "Nian, what does falling in love actually feel like?"

"I've never been in a relationship, how would I know?" Jiang Nian said indifferently. "If you're free, go ask Yuan Zhengchuan — he'd know plenty."

Hearing that, Li Hua and Ma Guojun snickered.

The one they were messing with was Yuan Zhengchuan, believe it or not. Playing the yellow-haired jerk felt genuinely great, especially this kind of group yellow-hair who couldn't be picked apart for any fault.

Don't ask — if you do, the answer is just a warm-guy addiction acting up.

If the shower water keeps switching between hot and cold, someone is definitely sharing a water heater with you.

"Got to say, that guy's heart is seriously filthy." Ma Guojun turned to look at Jiang Nian, not calling him by name. "I'm just sharp-tongued, he's pure rotten."

Li Hua grinned in the dark, glancing at Ma Guojun.

"Just tell me — was it fun or not?"

Ma Guojun shook his thing. "Obviously!"