Chapter 209: Qin Shi Huang Swings on a Swing, Utterly Magnificent

The corridor was bathed in sunlight; Jiang Nian stood by the railing outside the classroom and opened his task panel.

Everything was silent; few people remained in the classroom.

Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe never missed washing their hair on Mondays; they'd likely only show up after lunch break. Sometimes, if they missed the time, they'd just nap in their dorm.

Calling it a nap was a stretch—it was just letting their hair dry on the bedhead while half-dozing.

【Standing at the crossroads of thirty-eight, you return to Tianhe, Guangzhou. Your appearance has now reverted to that of a twenty-eight-year-old; Zhang Nenzhi still has her slender, pale neck.】

You vaguely remember how, at the time of your breakup, Zhang Nenzhi never took her eyes off you. She said people feel something when parting—their gaze, shy and distant, just like their first meeting.

Now, ten years have slipped by; you only wish to make up for the regret of that time.

Task: Gain Zhang Nenzhi's forgiveness. Reward: 50,000 RMB, Zhang Nenzhi's memory fragment.

After reading the full task details, Jiang Nian couldn't help but touch his face.

The task description gave no key information—it merely depicted the ordinary final moment between a couple—so the focus lay entirely on the reward.

The task requirement was simple: just provoke Zhang Nenzhi a little, then get her to forgive you.

As for the reward, once he got those fifty thousand, his total savings would nearly hit three hundred thousand.

Yes! Open the champagne!

Slow down with the champagne—Jiang Nian cared just as much about the memory fragment listed in the reward. Last time he touched one of her memories, he got sent to jail to write essays.

Honestly, pure scam.

Fuck the jail system—give me some real memories of Baby Zhizhi. Don't hand me some flashy, bullshit jail plans, or you'll regret it.

After sorting his thoughts, Jiang Nian returned to the classroom.

Noon, a certain residential community.

Sun Zhicheng had recently become lethargic; nothing he did went right.

His plan to gain favor with Chen Yunyun failed; his godlike-rebuild plan also failed.

Especially whenever he recalled yesterday's parent-teacher meeting, his heart ached. Without knowing, her father had been dunked three times in a row by him.

Even though Chen Yunyun never mentioned it, the awkwardness was clear to him.

What the fuck.

He lay on his bed, gloomy, napping with his eyes closed—each time, he pictured that powerful dunk. What the hell was he thinking? Who does something like that?

Fuming, he got up and tossed The Wolf Way off his desk into the trash.

In his misery, Sun Zhicheng couldn't sleep. He muttered.

"Physics class this afternoon—if I don't rest well, I won't be able to focus. Zoning out in physics class is like half-destroying my college entrance exam. Isn't that hell?"

Thinking of this, he quietly got up, locked his door from the inside, pulled the curtains shut, nervously pulled out his phone, skillfully found his browsing history, and clicked straight in.

"This is just to help me sleep—so I'll have more energy this afternoon."

Hmm? Suggested download app.

Close it.

The website being blocked is none of my business—you lost, I'm fine. Why force me to download an app? Isn't that just moral pressure on your bro?

His eyes scanned the cover, overwhelmed by the choices.

Qin Shi Huang swings on a swing, utterly magnificent.

Lunch break was nearly over.

Jiang Nian woke up drowsily from his desk, still half-dazed.

In his foggy state, he saw Dong Wensong from the second row diagonally opposite let out a "Wuhu!" and raised his phone to launch a two-character game with white screen and black text.

"Genshin Impact, activate!"

Hmm. After switching seats, the people around him hadn't changed much—except he'd somehow gotten closer to Bro Dong Wensong, less than four people away in a straight line.

He'd heard this guy was pretty abstract, but thankfully he only spiritually polluted a small circle. Jiang Nian had been far away before and hadn't paid much attention.

Dong Wensong was slightly chubby, loved bad jokes, adored wine pools and meat forests, pure Dong Taishi's illegitimate son. He had a habit of saying "ei duo," and loved playing Ma Chao in Honor of Kings.

But it was just a niche personal hobby—not a bad guy.

Jiang Nian stood up and walked past Bro Dong Taishi's seat, glancing at him unconsciously.

Couldn't understand the two-character game, but I need to pee, meow.

Shit, does this thing infect you just by walking past?

It's a cyber STD, meow.

I don't do glue. Wait, glue tape (it's fine). Even though I'm already beyond saving, doomed and hopeless, I can still gross out Li Hua and the others, meow.

Outside the corridor.

Jiang Nian returned from the bathroom and ran into Lin Dong and a few others chatting in the corridor—Wu Jun Gu, Ceng You, Li Hua—all last night's spectacle-chasers.

When they saw Jiang Nian, they treated him like the main culprit and immediately cleared a path.

Li Hua had just arrived and couldn't help complaining.

"Weird, how come the grade department hasn't made any move? Such a big incident and no announcement—this looks like they're handling it secretly."

Hearing this, Ceng You frowned.

"You don't think they won't punish them?"

"Actually… they've already been disciplined—the grade department called their parents," Lin Dong said mysteriously. "I heard they're being sent home, minimum one month."

"They got caught eating in the dorm, and it's only a month?" Ceng You was practically souring. "That guy looked like Yong Cilang—like he had a screw loose."

Jiang Nian spotted the blind spot and turned to Lin Dong.

"How do you know they got sent home?"

Lin Dong smiled faintly. "The person involved told me."

Everyone turned to stare at Lin Dong. Their perception of his social prowess was upgraded again—could he really have hooked up with them? "Insane. No wonder you're Lin Dong the Elder," Jiang Nian exclaimed. "King of online chatting, enlightened through eternity—not to become an immortal, just to wait for you online on QQ."

"Fuck, talent fit for an Emperor." Li Hua was genuinely impressed, deeply admiring social workers: "At the peak of immortality, ruling the world—where there's Dong Ge, there is heaven."

Ceng You thought for a moment, then blurted out a line.

"Who stands as the peak at the end of the immortal path? One glance at Dong Ge, and the Dao becomes empty."

Wu Jun Gu, a quiet kid, didn't have their flashy antics. He could only silently raise a thumb and squeeze out one phrase.

"Talent."

Lin Dong, being praised in circles, felt a little embarrassed.

"Nothing much. I'll let you know if I get more news."

The matter had already been settled last night; none of them cared much about Yongcijlang and his promiscuous wife. They treated it as pure entertainment, just boasting and joking.

The broadcast beeped once—class was starting.

"Classmates, class is starting."

As Lin Dong entered the classroom, someone suddenly bumped him from behind. He turned to see Sun Zhicheng, drenched in sweat, and asked in confusion.

"Acheng, why have you been showing up right at the bell lately?"

Sun Zhicheng hadn't caught his breath yet and had no interest in chatting with Lin Dong.

"Nothing. Slept through the alarm."

"Oh oh, so your nap quality's been good lately, huh?"

Lin Dong didn't think much of it, assuming Sun Zhicheng had just taken too many blows lately. But overall, Lin Dong still admired Sun Zhicheng.

The "Cover King of Zhennan" lives up to his name! (laugh)

If he'd done something so socially catastrophic, he'd have dropped out on the spot. But Sun Zhicheng showed little reaction—just calmly accepted the blunder.

Clearly, Sun Zhicheng possessed mature and resilient character—he was a real person.

As for anything else, Lin Dong didn't dwell on it.

Chen Yunyun had always been popular in class, and lately she'd been getting along well with Jiang Nian. Even if Jiang Nian weren't around, Sun Zhicheng's chances with her were slim.

Having been in the same group for so long, Lin Dong had some understanding of his teammates.

Chen Yunyun was the kind of girl who lacked neither money nor love. She was cheerful, popular, had many friends, and a pure-hearted best friend like Wang Yuhe.

Even parent-teacher meetings were attended by both parents—every semester without fail.

What's the point of dating?

Recently, while chatting with girls online, Lin Dong learned a new term: "sexual tension." It meant one's appearance and overall aura.

In simple terms, it was personal charisma.

Some valued appearance—like Yu Zhiyi, a total masterpiece.

Even Liu Xiaohui would turn into a frantic crab hunter.

Others valued aura—like the class monitor. Even without showing their face, just standing there, their entire being radiated an unmistakable icy coolness.

Thinking of this, Lin Dong looked at Sun Zhicheng from head to toe—utterly ordinary. Acheng wasn't ugly; if pushed, he'd qualify as delicate-looking.

But he had no sexual tension—in simple terms, he looked like he hadn't been mailed.

Sun Zhicheng didn't know Lin Dong was secretly ogling him. Right now, his heart was in chaos, a sense of guilt spreading through his body.

Again, he'd been hit.

He felt like he'd grown from a pile of dirt, weeds choking his body. His soul rotted inside the shell; after death came double despair and hopelessness, suffocating him.

He propped himself up on the desk, lost in thought.

What, after all, does a person pursue in life? Money, love, grades, degrees? Are these things important to him?

Perhaps he should change his life—walk under sunlight, interact with people openly and confidently.

A human's universe is but a grain in the ocean—spend more time exploring the cosmos. Devote himself to science, to see what lies beyond the universe.

Under Lin Dong's covert ogling, Sun Zhicheng suddenly began actively answering questions in class.

Lin Dong's eyes widened—he muttered, "Weird."

From the start of class, Jiang Nian habitually activated his once-daily healing skill, instantly feeling refreshed and energized.

Midway through the first physics lesson, the classroom was drowsy.

He glanced at Li Hua—the kid was practically drooling in class. Judged as a victim of overmasturbation, but merely a withered corpse.

He glanced at Teacher Dong—the one actively answering questions.

The only ones in class who could still interact with the physics teacher, besides Teacher Dong, were Sun Zhicheng. Sun Zhicheng, young and fiery, rode on his father's name—yet he was no hero.

Li Hua's head bobbed up and down, his breathing steady.

Then came a cry of "Ara?"—it shook his coffin lid loose. He broke out in goosebumps and instantly pinpointed the source.

"Fuck, you bastard, you're disgusting."

Jiang Nian, one eye on the blackboard, the other ogling, burst out laughing.

"Nanodesu! What did our anime little cake do to you?!"

Li Hua rubbed his temples hard and sucked in a sharp breath.

"Holy shit, don't do that creepy shit!"

Jiang Nian chuckled, turning to look at Zhang Ningzhi beside him, wondering how to tease her a little.

(End of Chapter)