Chapter 199: Only the Chicken Knows How Solid His Foundation Really Is

Chen Yunyun was utterly speechless and silently looked toward Zhou Qingmu Ridge in the distance.

This guy was way too pragmatic.

The moment you mention chatting, he's not interested, but the second you bring up going online, suddenly he's all in.

But this was fine too—she could just trick him into coming directly. Otherwise the parent meeting tomorrow would be too boring; as for playing games, she could slip away halfway through.

Hehe, I'm so smart!

During the lunch break, Jiang Nian received a message from Lin Dong.

"Damn, I can't get in through the main gate."

Normally, once the lunch break began, the school gates were closed.

Lin Dong was standing outside the gate with eleven cups of milk tea; in the time it took to eat a meal, he'd missed the entry window.

However, this was no trouble at all for the Zhennan King of Schemes.

Jiang Nian, being far too experienced, typed back a reply.

"Take the long way around to the north gate, follow the wall and you'll see a shared bike leaning against it. Pedal the bike up and hop the wall—nobody watches that side."

Hearing this, Lin Dong was slightly worried.

"Nian-ge, how do you know this so well?"

Jiang Nian thought for a moment, then replied.

"Heard it from someone else."

"By the way, if you really do get caught, just say you're from Class Four."

Lin Dong fell into thought—could he actually be a genius?

Class Three's official class-loyalists dumped all the dirty water on Class Four. So there was no such thing as peaceful times—someone was just carrying the burden for everyone else.

North gate, outside the wall.

Lin Dong stared at the towering wall, then glanced at the little yellow bike leaning against it.

"Shit, is this something a human can climb over?"

He picked up his phone and sent Jiang Nian a message, but got no reply.

There were still fifty minutes until the lunch break ended and the gate opened; he really didn't want to wait that long.

Thinking of this, he silently opened his friends list and started calling for backup.

Huang Cailang responded, "What's up, Dong-ge?"

Lin Dong knew the dorm was already locked at this hour, but he tried anyway—dead horse, live horse doctor.

"I'm at the north gate wall right now, can't get in."

After a long while, Huang Cailang finally replied.

"Dong-ge, the dorm door's locked. (Image)"

Seeing this, Lin Dong was out of options, and took the chance to explain anyway.

"I bought a box of milk tea, but I can't get in. I was planning for you to come meet me and I'd treat you to a cup too, but looks like that's not happening now."

Three seconds after the message was sent.

"Dong-ge, I'll climb down the water pipe from the third floor."

Lin Dong: "???"

Five minutes later, inside the wall.

"Here, Cailang."

"Thanks, Dong-ge." Huang Cailang wiped his hands, a simple grin spreading across his face.

"No, I should be the one thanking you." Lin Dong shook his head, face deadly serious. "Cailang, my friend, you're the real hero."

Honestly, when Lin Dong was standing on the bike watching Huang Cailang climb all the way down from the third floor—

It was no exaggeration to say his whole body stood at attention.

He felt utterly childish in front of Huang Cailang, like a fresh recruit. If a zombie outbreak ever happened, this guy would definitely be this (thumbs up).

Huang Cailang grinned foolishly, took the milk tea, took a sip, and couldn't help squinting his eyes.

Sweet. Tasty.

After the lunch break ended, in the hallway.

Jiang Nian had just used the restroom and was leaning against the railing catching the breeze; listening to Lin Dong recount the midday situation, he couldn't help but freeze.

"If you two got caught, I wouldn't even know who'd get the harsher sentence."

Lin Dong was unbothered by this.

"The Taoist dies, not the poor Taoist."

Hearing this, Jiang Nian couldn't help but sigh.

Class Three really was a nest of snakes and rats—no, a gathering of heroes. No wonder Class Three's grades were so good—eight hundred schemes per person on average.

Even the teachers who wrote the exams couldn't outplay these bastards.

In the classroom, Zhang Ningzhi looked at the fruit tea on her desk.

"Who bought this?"

Li Hua was also a bit confused, after all Ma Guojun and Yao Bei Bei had one too.

"Heard from Lin Dong, seems like Jiang Nian treated."

"Oh, alright then."

Zhang Ningzhi nodded, turned her head, and saw there was also a fruit tea on the class monitor's desk. A straw was already stuck in it—obviously, the class monitor had already had a sip.

She froze, thinking to herself that Jiang Nian did have some conscience after all.

Just a bit too much conscience.

She shook her head, set down the fruit tea, and went off to find Yao Bei Bei.

Class was about to start.

Sun Zhicheng slipped into the school right on the dot, and at noon accidentally stumbled into a mysterious website.

He'd clearly set his alarm, but ended up oversleeping.

He hurried the whole way, practically running. The moment the bell rang, he dove into the Gao San building and scrambled up the stairs.

Old Liu was just about to head upstairs—his class was first period in the afternoon.

Honestly, a freebie.

His face shone with Buddha-light; here comes grandpa again to chant sutras for all you little masters.

Will they fall asleep?

Guaranteed—half the class will be flat on their desks.

Old Liu couldn't care less about that. The leadership only cared about results anyway. Even if his own class's Chinese scores were bad, did that mean the other classes were doing well?

What if the other classes' Chinese scores were actually good?

The answer was simple too—just pile pressure on their total scores.

The college entrance exam looked at total scores; what was the use of scoring high in Chinese?

If the total score wasn't high, no matter how good your Chinese was, you'd only end up at a second-tier batch school. When your dorm buddies reminisced about the past, your roommate would definitely start snarking.

"Oh wow, isn't this the great writer of X University? So different from us—full marks on the college entrance essay, how come you're still at the same school as us?"

"What's the use of being good at essays? Where's your Nobel Prize-winning masterpiece?"

When Class Three's brats scored so high on total, how could anyone in the other classes stay calm and study Chinese?

This was an open scheme.

With a slap, someone crashed into him and charged upward.

"Hey, you student—Sun Zhicheng! What's going on with you?"

Sun Zhicheng was dumbfounded. Holy shit, he crashed into the head teacher.

But he knew clearly right then that stopping would be the real disaster. What to do, what to do? In his panic, a flash of desperate wit suddenly surged up in him, and he shouted out loud.

"I can't hold it in, teacher—see you later!"

He burst into the classroom and dropped into his seat. Sun Zhicheng hadn't even caught his breath when he spotted the milk tea on the desk.

"Who gave this?"

Lin Dong turned his head and explained.

"Oh, Brother Nian treated our group."

Jiang Nian?

Sun Zhicheng froze. He craned his neck and saw that Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe both had milk tea on their desks too. He immediately felt a bit sour—had he known, he would've treated them first.

He craned his neck again toward Jiang Nian's side and saw he was still chatting with Zhang Ningzhi.

Damn, cringe guy.

No wait, why was he talking like that? He should be happy to see it.

Hurry up, hurry up!

Find someone other than Chen Yunyun to date sooner, and stop this damn flirting already.

Thinking this, he took a sip of the milk tea.

Not bad, this stuff was actually pretty good—even if it was from Jiang Nian, it couldn't change the taste.

If Jiang Nian started dating sooner and stuck to being a decent guy, he'd bless him. Maybe if he was in a good mood, he wouldn't mind chipping in some wedding gift fragments for him.

Damn it, who told him to move up a class!

Old Liu entered the classroom and called out for class to begin.

Standing vice-class monitor and discipline inspector Cai Xiaoqing called out "Stand up," pulling open the curtain on this utterly ordinary yet unbearably drowsy afternoon, accompanied by the sparse scraping of stools.

"Hello, teacher~~"

"Please sit." Old Liu struck the same gesture as Zhang Wei.

"Thank you, teacher~"

To be fair, although Old Liu was already thirty, his energy was still full. His eyes were clear, his voice crisp and forceful—at a glance, a man who could get things done.

In the system, without health, you can't advance either.

If you don't grind it out for seven or eight years, you still want to be a subject group leader? Still want to look up at the stock-level-one cadre?

Go wash up and sleep.

Old Liu was different—he was an ambitious man. Of course, he also enjoyed teaching and shaping students, but advancement was his hobby too, pure hobby.

His wife was richer than him; she didn't need him to support the family.

He belonged to the earn-it-yourself, spend-it-yourself type.

At this step, Old Liu had already beaten the vast majority of middle-aged men. High EQ meant no worries at home; low EQ meant the mid-tier guy got to eat soft rice.

"Ah, one thing—tomorrow's parent meeting has been moved up. The school leadership considered that some parents were coming from the countryside, so they adjusted the parent meeting time."

"It was changed from two-thirty in the afternoon to—quiet please—changed to nine-thirty Sunday morning."

Hearing this, the class stirred up wildly.

"Teacher, teacher! Does that mean tomorrow Sunday's makeup class is canceled?"

"Holy shit, a day off?"

Old Liu rapped on the desk, and once the class fell silent, said:

"The makeup class has been moved to the afternoon. Remember, don't be late."

"Ah!!! Nooo!"

"I'm definitely not coming tomorrow. Having to come to school at noon really makes me want to die."

Jiang Nian's first thought was that he could sleep until ten again, but then he suddenly remembered the arrangement with Chen Yunyun during lunch break, though he didn't care at all.

Too sleepy and I'll cancel it. Not even Jesus could change that.

Games can be skipped, but sleep is non-negotiable.

Nice.

Sun Zhicheng didn't feel much about it. His own dad should have time to attend the parent meeting. If he could get to know Chen Yunyun's parents, that would be great.

But how should he hint to that old fart at home?

Let's talk about it after going home tonight. Hopefully dear dad won't go out wild fishing tonight. Otherwise, forget discussing it—he probably won't even see a shadow of him tomorrow.

Mom has opinions, but dear dad couldn't care less.

They say when he's most into fishing, he won't leave even when the fish stop biting. He just pulls three sticks of incense from his bag and sticks them in facing the southeast.

Life and death don't matter, the catch streak must continue.

Sigh, hopefully he won't go wandering tonight. Be a good dad for once.

Be more energetic tomorrow, don't embarrass yourself.

An afternoon passed.

The evening self-study classroom was rustling with activity, everyone restless.

Although they still had makeup classes tomorrow afternoon, and some even had to come to school for the parent meeting, at the very least they didn't have morning self-study.

No need to wake up early, no eight AM class either.

For most boarders, it's basically a morning holiday. After all, they chose to board precisely because their homes aren't in the county town—who would come for a parent meeting for no reason?

Only parents from some nearby big towns would attend somewhat regularly. Parents from more remote rural townships rushing over isn't realistic.

Ceng You breathed a sigh of relief. Perfect. He'd already entered vacation countdown mode. He planned to start from this first evening self-study period and read straight through until six AM.

Then sleep until one-thirty in the afternoon, wash his face, eat, and come to class.

Blissful.

Lin Dong had originally arranged to play ball with Sun Zhicheng and Huang Cailang, and even invited people from other classes.

But Yang Qiming planned to get drunk and go online tonight, and casually invited Huang Cailang along—covering the internet fee and instant noodles, with unlimited beer.

Huang Cailang had never been to an internet cafe, and hadn't had a drink in ages. Working in the countryside in summer, his favorite way to cool down was a bottle of ice-cold beer—the ultimate heat reliever.

One sip down, it goes straight from throat to stomach, a chill that jolts you awake. A shiver, and even the top of your head feels amazing.

Hearing about drinking, his saliva had already started flowing.

So, he politely declined Lin Dong.

Hanging with Brother Yang means beer, instant noodles, and internet—all included.

He used to not understand why those rich young masters in TV dramas always had a circle of sycophants around them. Now he gets it. What kind of young master is this?

Practically a father.

Good food and fun things, he gets a share. What's wrong with helping out a bit?

Sun Zhicheng agreed. He had to attend the parent meeting tomorrow anyway.

Perfect timing to wake up early and play ball—consider it morning exercise.

The sky was just lightening, boys playing ball, the thin morning mist not yet dispersed. The boys were already soaked in sweat, hair dripping wet—the perfect moment to show off some charm.

Thinking of this, he instinctively invited Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe.

"Dong-ge arranged ball tomorrow, you guys in?"

Chen Yunyun instinctively shook her head and refused.

"Gotta sleep."

Wang Yuhe didn't want to play with weaklings—what if she completely crushed Sun Zhicheng? And what if he took advantage of the parent meeting to secretly tattle to her parents?

"Not coming, you're too weak. I'm playing games with Jiang Nian tomorrow."

Sun Zhicheng felt a bit stung. After being in the same group, to be treated so heartlessly.

"Fine."

Wait—who did she say she was playing games with?

"Chu Sheng. The sunrise at Chu Sheng is the most beautiful. I'm planning to climb Zhou Qingmu Ridge overnight to watch the sunrise." Zhou Yuting covered her mouth, chatting softly with the girl in front of her.

"Wow, Zhou Yuting, you're really going to watch the sunrise?" The girl in front showed an envious expression. "Your mom actually agreed? Who are you going with?"

"Oh, with a few friends from the city." Zhou Yuting tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Zhou Yuting, you have so many friends, so impressive." That girl was all about emotional value, praising her nonstop. "Boys or girls? Are they good-looking?"

"Both, just ordinary friends." Zhou Yuting's face was full of smug superiority—looked very much like a mean girl. "Just watching the sunrise, that's all."

Jiang Nian could hear Zhou Yuting's voice from several rows away, thinking to himself that tomorrow would be overcast.

Watch your mom's sunrise, you idiot!

Friends from the city, huh? Is the air sweeter in the city middle schools? Fine, I admit I'm a bit sour, but your friends must all be idiots too.

Why so judgmental?

Because Jiang Nian himself used to get along pretty well with Zhou Yuting. He admits he's no saint, so naturally none of Zhou Yuting's friends would be clean either.

The shady ones, arrest them all.

Probably because she'd adapted to Class Three's environment, Zhou Yuting's young lady act was becoming more and more natural. She feigned surprise.

"Gu Liping, your family actually has live chickens? I'm so scared of roosters."

Suddenly, Zhou Yuting's deskmate Yang Qiming got a sudden impulse, pinched his voice, and imitated a rooster crowing.

"Cock-a-doodle-doo! ~~~"

The sound was incredibly lifelike, long and drawn-out.

Only the chicken knows how good his foundation is; even the hens were moved to tears.

Zhou Yuting was startled stiff by the crowing right in her ear, her mind going completely blank.

In an instant, the whole class fell silent.

Then, a burst of laughter erupted from the classroom.

Such a small Olympic Class 3 actually managed to possess so many hidden crouching dragons and phoenix chicks all at once.

Jiang Nian said, "You learned it pretty well."

Qian Bao, who was doing evening self-study in the neighboring class, poked her head in through the door, looking completely bewildered.

"Which one of you brought a chicken into the classroom?"

Friendly book recommendation: "After Rebirth, I Became the White Moonlight of My Childhood Sweetheart"

After a failed blind date, the thirty-eight-year-old diamond bachelor Jiang Shu was reborn, and upon opening his eyes found himself in kindergarten.

When he faced it calmly, he discovered the Counterattack System had arrived thirteen years early.

【Detected that the host is already 18 years old, officially activating the system】

Jiang Shu flew into a rage: "I'm still in kindergarten, and you're saying I'm fucking 18?"

【Help the aloof goddess with the bad temper shake off the pestering of her suitors】

【Sneak in during the White Moonlight's period of physical weakness】

【Forcefully wall-pinch the bratty young lady, unexpectedly discovering her hidden side】

Jiang Shu stared at the mission list and fell into deep thought.

When the once aloof goddess, White Moonlight, and bratty young lady all appeared before him one by one in their childhood forms, Jiang Shu, relying on the asymmetry of information, began the process of speedrunning the missions.

Until eighteen years later, Jiang Shu, who had already grown into an all-around male god, looked at the three beautiful young girls before him who vowed they would marry no one but him, and began to ponder where exactly things had gone wrong.