Chapter 178: What Did You See in My Eyes

Jiang Nian kept brushing his teeth and dismissed the panel as if nothing had happened.

The thirty-eight-year-old middle-aged man's body was in good shape; earning a precise minor skill as a reward for a game wasn't unreasonable, but bro could already shoot with deadly accuracy.

Of course, he wasn't too fond of money either; having a precise skill wasn't bad. But if he could get some money, the reward would be even more boundless.

Fine, he actually just wanted to make some money.

Arriving at the classroom early, Jiang Nian lay on the desk to catch up on sleep; waking up too early had made him a bit drowsy. Although there was a way to wake up instantly, there was no need to use a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

More importantly, he simply enjoyed the feeling of sleeping in the classroom.

On the surface, he pretended to be a grind king to mess with his classmates' minds, while secretly sneaking in rest. If anyone dared to wake him up, he would let the class know what a true lazy dog was.

He had only slept a few minutes when the unfilial son Li Hua arrived.

"I'm dying of thirst."

Li Hua had just finished his steamed buns and couldn't bear to buy the two-yuan-fifty yogurt drink at the breakfast stall.

Clearly the shop next door had it for two yuan, yet they dared charge fifty fen more. Outrageous! How much did it cost them per box at wholesale? Their clearance stock should be even cheaper.

The boss is so good at making money, trying to take all the money from Zhennan, huh!

Shameless bastard!

He persisted all the way to the shop entrance, then had a sudden brainwave.

The classroom had a direct water dispenser; swiping a card for a bottle of water only cost a tenth of a yuan. Since he was already at the shop, he might as well just go straight to the classroom to get water, saving two yuan.

Li Hua was still rummaging for his water card when he happened to glance sideways. Suddenly a chill ran down his back, feeling as if he was being stared at by a damp, sinister gaze.

"Holy shit?"

He looked closely—Jiang Nian was actually lying on the desk. His eyes peeked through a slit in his arm crook, staring at him from an extremely tricky and covert angle.

Stare——

"You scared me!" Li Hua found his water card. "What are you doing?"

Jiang Nian didn't get up either, still lying on the desk with one eye showing.

"Activating the Sharingan to peek at you."

Suddenly, into Jiang Nian's single-eye field of vision drifted a slightly puzzled face.

"What's a Sharingan?"

Zhang Ningzhi had arrived at some unknown time, probably entering through the classroom's back door.

From three meters away, she saw two boys doing some incomprehensible childish nonsense.

"Nothing." Jiang Nian felt a tiny bit socially dead, coughed once and said, "It's just a kind of eye technique representing friendship. Yeah, that's right, that's exactly it."

Li Hua couldn't hold it in—your mom's clan-killing eye technique represents friendship?

"You're really something, Nian."

After saying that, he shook his head and went to get water.

Jiang Nian clicked his tongue, not caring about his rebellious son Li Hua's mockery.

Laugh all you want, you little brat; one of these days I'll drill a hole in your water card and you'll behave.

"I need to get in." Zhang Ningzhi said to Jiang Nian, who was lying down.

Hearing this, Jiang Nian wriggled a few times.

"Go ahead."

Zhang Ningzhi sidestepped, brushing past Jiang Nian's back, and stepped over into her seat. After putting down her bag, she began taking out books one by one, though she had only actually done one of them.

After a whole night, her mood was still as buoyant as a sparrow.

Jiang Nian was still lying there continuing to be a lazy dog—how high does one's score have to be to count as good?

Even in Gao San, you can't always be wound up tight; in a prolonged battle, fatigue is inevitable over time. Better to lie on the desk for a bit—every second of comfort counts.

Suddenly, his arm was nudged by something, followed by the sound of a drink carton sliding across the desk.

He got up and switched the direction he was lying in, facing Zhang Ningzhi who sat against the wall. Sure enough, it was a carton of lemon tea, placed at the edge of his desk.

Zhang Ningzhi also looked at him, seeming hesitant; after a moment she leaned in and asked.

"What did you see in my eyes?"

What she meant to say was Sharingan, but she hadn't remembered it when Jiang Nian said it earlier. She only knew it was something representing friendship, some kind of eye technique or whatever.

Jiang Nian was slightly stunned—her eyes might be a lake shrouded in fine mist stretching to the horizon.

"I saw that you also wanted a sip of the drink."

Hearing this, Zhang Ningzhi frowned, not getting the answer she wanted.

"Wrong!"

After saying that, she turned away huffily.

Big dummy Jiang Nian!

Hearing this, Jiang Nian just propped his head on his hand, watching his sulking Baby Zhizhi with a casual look. After staring at her for a while, he couldn't help but chuckle softly—she was probably cursing him.

But Baby Zhizhi's cursing vocabulary only consisted of cute little words like dummy and idiot.

It wasn't like this before; one could only say the times had changed too fast. So now she only used 【idiot】, and the attack power remained as strong as ever—one sentence worth six.

During morning reading.

Yao Beibei came by and gave everyone a snowflake crisp.

"Beibei, you're such a good person!" Jiang Nian tore open the wrapper and sighed.

Li Hua was suspicious and retorted.

"You said just the day before yesterday—"

"Hey, don't spread rumors." Jiang Nian quickly ducked down, yanked Li Hua's shoelace loose, then sat right back down, his foot sliding diagonally under Zhang Ningzhi's desk.

Li Hua froze for a moment, then looked down.

"Holy shit. Are you sick in the head!"

"Hahaha, that's hilarious." Ma Guojun pointed, laughing his ass off, "Damn, two retards."

"Laugh my ass." Li Hua squatted down to tie his shoelaces, and through the aisle casually yanked Fatty's shoelace.

"Holy shit, Li Hua!"

Morning reading ended.

Yu Tongjie suddenly figured something out—his grades weren't good enough, so he couldn't apply to switch groups. So why not think in reverse: get someone else to switch with him?

Li Qingrong's group had four boys; he only needed to win over one of them.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling ecstatic.

Of course, compared to scoring six hundred points himself, and then under the pretext of studying having Old Liu propose the group switch, entering Li Qingrong's group in glory.

This reverse group-switching move seemed a bit underhanded.

But as long as it worked, it didn't matter.

He'd shoulder the bad reputation alone!

Now that the plan was set, next was to pick a target. He'd probe around during PE class today.

Yu Tongjie's tactic was plain and simple: throw money at it!

Like the ambitious Jynx, Sun Zhicheng was also looking forward to PE class.

But unlike Yu Tongjie, who was so short-sighted as to only stare at one or two girls, he went home last night and thought the whole thing through—and had a sudden epiphany.

So what if he lost face? He'd long since seen through it.

Besides, last night was just a little farce. In the end, the thoughts in his heart hadn't been exposed, so he was still lucky.

If people knew that he, who always had such a distinctive personality, actually hid such a cold-blooded side in his heart—

Once he unleashed the devil of his inner darkness, he'd surely scare everyone.

During evening self-study, he suddenly realized that love wouldn't come from waiting. Chen Yunyun wouldn't see his efforts either; waiting blindly only moved himself.

Sun Zhicheng decided to change himself—let flowers bloom to draw the butterflies; no more blind waiting.

Yesterday was the pre-battle mobilization; today, the change begins!

First, boost his charm—in layman's terms, play it cool.

He couldn't help recalling last month, the scene of Jiang Nian and the class monitor playing badminton downstairs. At the time, over twenty people were watching, both upstairs and down.

It even drew the grade-level coordinator over—truly thrilling.

So, he figured he'd look for a breakthrough in sports. Badminton definitely wouldn't get him anywhere; might as well try basketball, which he was good at.

Ring ring ring—the bell for the first period, 8 AM class, rang.

Lin Dong slowly woke up. In just five minutes, he'd had a nightmare.

In the dream, he was surrounded by five Skinned Liuli. Out of fear, he ran like mad; adrenaline gave him strength, and he broke out of the encirclement by sheer force.

In a place resembling an alley, he charged left and right.

He accidentally pushed open a door—and it was the dormitory building's rooftop. Under the moonlight, several big men had unbuttoned their pants. Lin Dong's scalp instantly went numb, and he fled in panic.

"Dong-ge, Dong-ge~" Sun Zhicheng nudged the dazed Lin Dong.

"Huh? Wh-what?" Lin Dong came back to his senses from his daze, feeling that being alive was wonderful. "A-Cheng, what did you just say?"

"What do you think of my basketball?" Sun Zhicheng asked seriously.

Lin Dong, still groggy, responded.

"It's alright."

Two periods passed in the blink of an eye, and the music for the running exercise started.

Everyone in the class was heading downstairs to prepare for the run. PE committee member Liu Yang, carrying the flag, was about to head out. He habitually turned to look at the classroom and was stunned.

"What are you three doing?"

Ma Guojun, Li Hua, and Jiang Nian sat in a row, none of them moving—as if they'd grown onto their seats, with no intention of getting up for the run.

"Baby, stop holding it in." Jiang Nian spoke up, trying to persuade him, "You haven't gone to the bathroom for two periods—you must be dying to pee, right?"

Li Hua, unmoved, said to Ma Guojun.

"Old Ma, you get up first."

"Get lost, you two shoelace-pulling bastards." Ma Guojun laid both hands flat on the desk, continuing to endure, "I'd rather miss the run than be the first to get up."

Liu Yang: "."

On the autumn recess, sunlight slanted into the classroom's podium.

PE committee member Liu Yang, carrying the drooping red class flag, leaned by the door and watched them speechlessly. Anxious both to go downstairs and organize the run, and to see who would get up first.

Six minutes later, in the empty Gao San building.

On the open ground bathed in sunlight, four people sprinted toward the field like wild dogs off the leash. Liu Yang, gripping the class flag, was so anxious his face contorted as he shouted.

"Oh no, oh no! I forgot I'm the one carrying the flag!"

"Calm down, the head teacher's not here anyway." Jiang Nian said while running, "Even if we're caught, it's no big deal—you're the PE committee member after all."

"Thanks, the corpse is a bit warm now." Liu Yang gave up.

Li Hua ran the hardest, planning to be the first into the sports field. He spotted the head teacher from afar, immediately blurted "Holy shit," and hurriedly veered toward another gate.

That spot was guarded by the student council—mere small fry.

"Make way!! Someone's dying!" Li Hua charged in the lead, directly smashing open a gap.

Liu Yang followed close behind, "Forgot the class flag."

Jiang Nian: "Don't block the path of Class Four."

Ma Guojun squeezed past, "Don't know the three Class Four guys up ahead."

"Class Three loses points—no class flag, two people missed the run." Old Liu stood on the field, looking at the notification on his phone with a puzzled face, "Isn't Liu Yang in charge of the class flag?"

Five meters away, a middle-aged woman also took out her phone to look at the bulletin.

"Class Four, two people skipping the run, assaulting a student council officer? Forced—" The middle-aged woman read the first line of the bulletin, and her face immediately darkened.