Chapter 213: Asking 8u, my cold-faced girlfriend always does adorable things with a blank expression

During the first evening self-study period, Old Liu suddenly came in and briefly announced something.

"Ahem, uh, everyone stop writing for a moment."

In reality, hardly anyone stopped writing; everyone was doing their own thing.

"Tomorrow's third and fourth period English class will be changed into a mental health themed class meeting. The English teacher will lead everyone in games and watching videos, and the arts committee member will be in charge of taking photos for the record."

Most of the people stopped writing and looked up at Old Liu on the podium.

"Teacher, what's a themed class meeting?"

"Ah, this, just think of it as playing games." Old Liu finished speaking, then added a few more sentences, "There'll be mental health Q&A, and some stress-relief games."

"Everyone in Gao San is generally under a lot of pressure. Tomorrow at noon, those two English class periods—no homework. Everyone participates and relaxes properly."

Old Liu's words had barely fallen when the class immediately started buzzing.

"Mental health, huh? It won't be reading off a PPT again, will it?"

"Can't you say something more auspicious! If it were Old Liu, it might be a one-round PPT tour, but this time the one going on the offensive is the English teacher—don't doubt, just believe first."

"Qian Bao, hehe, my Qian Bao."

"Kick this idiot out."

Themed class meetings in small-county high schools are generally just fire prevention, flood prevention, electrical safety prevention. Read out a notice, give a few scary examples, OK, done.

Gao San students naturally wouldn't waste time on these routine class meetings; everyone did homework as usual. Bros are more fired up than fire, no playing with fire, bro.

But no matter what you say, it's still better than a gratitude speech.

A bunch of bastards, just to sell some waste paper, will say anything. The Sword Tomb on stage is silver-tongued, earning tears, completely disregarding the students' feelings below.

When Jiang Nian was in middle school, the school held a similar event once. The classmates listened to the warm speech on stage, and at the time he felt terrible all over.

Even… "I'll never play games again, I must study hard"—they could even say something more outrageous than that. He bought a set of books, didn't read a single page.

So those who earn tears selling books and discs are all born evil, not a single innocent one.

Zhennan Middle School is a county key middle school, sure, but it still looks this ugly when eating. The towering budget can't be spent, which is uncomfortable too; the kickbacks must be pocketed by themselves.

Old Liu left, and the class buzzed with discussion.

Class Three's standing vice-class monitor Cai Xiaoqing didn't stop them. She'd been a class cadre for so many years; she clearly knew when to loosen up and when to tighten the reins.

"A themed class meeting with games, that's rare." Sun Zhicheng spoke up. "They won't just show a few mental health short clips, do a few knowledge quizzes, and call it done, right?"

Hearing this, Lin Dong picked up the thread.

"Congratulations, you've discovered the truth of how the school runs."

"I think if the English teacher is hosting, I'm actually looking forward to it." Chen Yunyun turned her head and said, "Qian Bao knows how to have fun, definitely won't just go through the motions."

Hearing this, Sun Zhicheng couldn't help nodding like a pestle pounding garlic.

"Yeah, yeah."

Lin Dong: "."

Never seen such a shameless person—the tune changes really fast.

"Damn, what's the point of a themed class meeting." Yang Qiming was a bit speechless. "Might as well listen to a speech outdoors, you can escape—I'm not buying books anyway."

"Brother Yang, I think the class meeting is better." Huang Cailang leaned his head over and said, "Back in middle school, our school did a gratitude education thing, sold books at five hundred a set."

"They invited a lot of parents at the time, and our head teacher also egged us on to buy. Then a quarter of our class bought them, and only later did we find out the head teacher got a kickback."

Yang Qiming was slightly stunned, held it in for a long time, then said.

"That's truly a beast."

Jiang Nian didn't react much; he didn't have any expectations for the themed class meeting either.

What he heard was—no class.

The third and fourth periods weren't actually English class; presumably Old Liu had coordinated it. The key point was that the first two periods were Chinese class, so tomorrow's schedule was—

Chinese—fun, then dismissal.

Holy shit, this is heavenly. If this counts as class, it's no different from a vacation.

Ceng You was grinning ear to ear, turned and patted his deskmate Wu Jun Gu.

"I've prepared to read from tonight until five in the morning, sleep through one morning self-study. Then read from eight in the morning until dismissal—nobody stop me."

Wu Jun Gu laughed, "That much stamina?"

A proud smile involuntarily appeared on Ceng You's face; that sentence was practically the highest praise for him.

"Once before, to catch up on a book, I stayed up a whole day and night without closing my eyes. Later I couldn't hold on, slept three hours, woke up, and kept reading."

"What?"

"Forgot."

Too fucking classic. Jiang Nian silently gave them a like.

He actually read too.

But sometimes the writing makes your heart go yellow-yellow, and reading along you just—

Li Hua wasn't here, so Jiang Nian's desire to complain dropped quite a bit.

Yao Bei Bei, a pure natural social butterfly, inserted herself into the conversation of the two people in front and asked curiously.

"Can a phone really last that long?"

Ceng You silently fished his brick-sized power bank out of the desk, directly displaying his arsenal.

Yao Bei Bei fell silent.

End of the first evening self-study period.

Sun Zhicheng and Liu Yang were doing pull-ups on the door frame at the classroom's back door, betting a bottle of iced black tea.

Liu Yang was the sports committee member, so naturally he couldn't back down; Sun Zhicheng wasn't short on money and didn't care either.

It's just that lately he always felt his body was a bit weak, as if hollowed out. So he wanted to know the gap between himself and Liu Yang, to avoid always being anxious.

If I don't verify it, BYD is almost become a heart demon.

In the end, Liu Yang won easily, doing thirteen consecutive pull-ups in one go. Everyone watching was stunned, a chorus of "Whoa!" rising up.

When it was Sun Zhicheng's turn, he did three and a half before falling off.

The crowd immediately burst into boos.

Sun Zhicheng panicked—he only wanted to test his physical limits. Who knew Liu Yang was so damn strong, doing ten pull-ups like it was nothing?

It's like going to the hospital for a cold and getting diagnosed with kidney deficiency. Fuck.

He was panicking now—it was like accidentally pressing the kidney reflex zone while massaging his foot. You told me to press hard, but not to actually press the kidney!

"Oh, isn't this Ah Cheng?" Lin Dong popped up from the side, laughing innocently, "Haven't seen you in days—how'd you get so weak?"

"Kidney deficiency."

Sun Zhicheng was sweating cold sweat—this was exactly what it meant to pick up a stone only to drop it on your own foot.

"Get lost—you're the one with kidney deficiency!"

Even though he said that, he couldn't help glancing toward a certain corner of the classroom. All the insults meant nothing compared to her gaze—he hoped she hadn't noticed this side.

Fortunately, Chen Yunyun was bent over doing her homework.

"What are you guys playing at?"

A voice, hated by both people and dogs, rang out.

Under Sun Zhicheng's gaze, they watched Chen Yunyun, who had been writing, pause. Then slowly lift her head, confirm the source of the voice, and turn toward them.

Shit, she saw. He was filled with regret.

Over there, Jiang Nian had already grabbed the doorframe with one hand. Amid the stares of those around him, he moved up and down effortlessly, doing fifteen pull-ups with just one arm.

It was like a bunch of old ladies snuggling under quilts—left the guys speechless.

He went beyond all limits.

"Holy shit, is this even human?"

"Damn, that core strength."

Compliments rained down like snowflakes; Jiang Nian replied humbly.

"Afraid the doorframe can't take it."

Sun Zhicheng panicked even more—wasn't this confirming his physical weakness?

"Girls definitely can't do it."

Wang Yuhe walked in from behind, heard this, said nothing, grabbed the bar with one hand, and did five pull-ups, then said calmly:

"Didn't eat enough for lunch."

The surroundings fell utterly silent.

Sun Zhicheng pretended not to care and slipped away quietly, feeling like thorns pricked his back. Repeatedly humiliated, it seemed his physical weakness was now confirmed—he felt despair.

But he wouldn't give up—his body was getting worse and worse.

Starting today, he'd train. He'd quit and get better.

Between the second class.

Jiang Nian had been craving the class monitor for a long time—he wanted to gobble her up in two slurps.

How could her face be so beautiful? How could her skin be so pale?

Goodness, how did she grow like this?

Like an ice cream stick.

Coincidentally, Zhang Ningzhi and Yao Bei Bei had gone to the restroom; the sixth group's seats were empty. He dared to turn around, pretending to ask a question to sneak glances.

"Class monitor, you look really good with this hairstyle."

Li Qingrong was explaining a physics problem; hearing this, she paused, then nodded.

"Mm-hmm."

Fuck, she was too beautiful to be real.

Jiang Nian turned back, propping his hand on the class monitor's desk, not hearing a single word. His eyes were glued to her—each glance more captivating than the last. He couldn't even imagine how amazing it would be to date the class monitor.

If he dated her, he'd go straight to hell.

Asking 8u: what do I do if my girlfriend always has a cold face but does really cute things?

She suddenly walks up beside me, stares at me with a blank but serious expression, then blurts out, "So cute, I'm kissing you," and hugs me and bites me.

What else to do? Asking me is like booking an expert slot—just play a round of xx.

Jiang Nian was still lost in fantasy when Nie Qiqi came over.

"Oh? What are you planning to do to the class monitor?"

Hearing this, Jiang Nian swallowed his saliva and asked, bewildered:

"I'm asking a question—can't you tell?"

"Pfft, don't think you can fool me!" Nie Qiqi stood in the aisle, mimicking in a shrill, sarcastic tone: "I'm asking a question—can't you tell?"

"Steamed bun? Is the question on the class monitor's face?"

Jiang Nian couldn't take it and shot back:

"So what?"

"You!! You want to steal the class monitor?!" Nie Qiqi clearly had aluminum-brain, beyond saving, "You're literally a Yang Ying action figure! Baby doll!"

"So what."

Enraged, Nie Qiqi was dragged away by Cai Xiaoqing, full of impotent rage.

Jiang Nian's opinion on this? So what.

What's wrong with being sharp-tongued? I'm just ridiculously low-key.

But with Nie Qiqi stirring things up like that, he had no way to keep asking the class monitor for guidance. Quite regretful, he turned around reluctantly and lay face-down.

After evening self-study let out, on the road home.

Xu Qianqian stepped on Jiang Nian's shadow as she walked home, looking like she was in a pretty good mood.

"Pick up some money?" he asked curiously. "Finder's share—split it with me, half and half."

"Split my foot. Tomorrow we have a class meeting on the theme of psychological education," Xu Qianqian narrowed her eyes. "We get to rest for a whole morning."

So this thing was organized uniformly across Gao San.

The value dropped another notch.

The two of them dawdled home together, Jiang Nian sizing up Xu Qianqian along the way. In his heart he quietly mulled over one thing—the college romance plot in the system.

Could it be that he was supposed to date Xu Qianqian?

(End of chapter)