Chapter 235

Afternoon self-study session.

Yao Beibei and Jiang Nian switched seats; Jiang Nian looked around.

Truly, young and old alike were gathered, all the wise present.

In front was Yu Zhiyi, diagonally to the left was Zhou Yuting.

Beside her were Yang Qiming and Huang Cailang; across one row was Lin Dong and Sun Zhicheng's group.

To his right, one row over, was Yu Tongjie, who was hunched over writing his homework.

Class Three's moment of stellar brilliance.

Jiang Nian blended into it, as if returning home.

Zhou Yuting turned her head and glanced at him; their eyes met.

Neither had spoken a word, yet Zhou Yuting felt insulted—deeply, vulgarly.

She hesitated a moment, then turned to Yu Zhiyi and asked.

"Zhiyi, if you meet someone you hate, what do you do?"

Hearing this, Yu Zhiyi looked up and thought for a few seconds.

"Cuss and complain."

Zhou Yuting asked again, "What if you have to live with someone you hate—see them every single day? What then?"

Yu Zhiyi fell into thought, then lifted her head after a moment.

"Cuss and complain behind their back."

"And what about in public?" Zhou Yuting asked, puzzled.

"Work hard to maintain the relationship, isn't that what everyone does?" Yu Zhiyi dropped another bombshell, "That's the fate of adults."

Zhou Yuting really wanted to ask, "Have you even reached adulthood?"

But when her gaze dropped lower, she immediately dropped the thought.

Age really can be self-defined—you just need a mature figure.

"What if you just can't take it anymore?"

Yu Zhiyi looked puzzled, wondering if she was hinting at her.

That shouldn't be it.

They'd had a good time yesterday—had she offended her somehow?

But you never know with these people; maybe she's a veteran actress—so yes, she's definitely hinting at me.

"Then of course you forgive her."

Zhou Yuting: "????"

She turned back, thinking: even mature Yu Zhiyi isn't all-knowing.

Just as she was about to write some homework before afternoon dismissal, she looked up and saw both her desk mates: one pretending to be a thoughtful frowner.

The other grinning like an idiot, occasionally swallowing.

Zhou Yuting silently thought: what a low-quality male.

The guy who added her yesterday did the same—posted a photo of an airplane window on his Moments.

Below it: "Thank my parents for giving me the means to choose more, rather than be chosen."

Isn't that idiotic?

They keep recycling the same two tropes: either "Thank my parents" or "I don't want much money, I want lots of love."

If you really had money, you wouldn't say that—or you're just a born troll who gets joy from belittling others.

Zhou Yuting had met richer people; truly wealthy people are quiet.

Flaunting sneakers and travel photos to show off and put others down? Pure beggars comparing treasures.

Everyone wears shoes, everyone travels—what's the difference?

Still, the class monitor Tao Ran is better: gentle appearance, refined aura, tasteful clothing. Excellent grades, strong ability.

Though he had no glaring logos, his stationery and daily items were clearly expensive.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yuting couldn't help but turn her gaze toward Li Qingrong's direction.

She couldn't tell what brand the monitor's clothes were, but they certainly didn't look cheap. She never scolded anyone, yet everyone in class feared her.

Yu Zhiyi was writing homework, but kept feeling something was off.

She turned her head and saw Jiang Nian behind her.

"When did you come over?"

"Why ask so much? Just babbling." Jiang Nian's attitude was as bad as ever—his eyes alone were honest, glancing once, then glancing again.

Yu Zhiyi was desensitized; she didn't even bother complaining.

"Are you running for psychological officer tonight?"

"No. My soul is dark." Jiang Nian shook his head. "Have you ever seen a necromancer switch to becoming a priest? I can't handle such a bright job."

Yu Zhiyi had never played games, but often chatted with boys, so she knew what necromancer and priest meant.

So she followed his lead.

"Do you think I'd win if I ran?"

Hearing this, Jiang Nian froze, even putting down his pen.

"You?"

At that, Yu Zhiyi instantly tensed.

She had plenty of friends in class and could talk easily with boys, but she felt the other boys all flattered her—no need to elaborate why.

In short, at moments like this, Jiang Nian's opinion—despite their friction—was relatively more accurate.

"What's wrong?" Yu Zhiyi was a little nervous.

Jiang Nian asked, "Have you prepared your campaign speech?"

"Not yet, I don't know if I can get elected." Yu Zhiyi frowned and said tensely, "I haven't decided yet. If I do decide to run, I'll write it later."

She was actually thinking that since she'd switched back from Class Two and ended another romance, she ought to try something new, to change others' old impression of her.

"No need to write one."

"Can't win?" Yu Zhiyi sighed.

"No, you can just say whatever up there." Jiang Nian frowned, "Let's put it this way—Li Hua also plans to run, but if you go up he'll concede."

Yu Zhiyi: ". That's not what I want."

"Oh, you're not running?"???? She clenched her teeth, "I'm running!"

After saying that, she looked at Jiang Nian again and asked hesitantly.

"Will anyone vote for me?"

"I don't know about others, but I'm all in, hands and feet."

Ring ring ring.

After school, most people in the classroom headed outside.

Li Hua, however, sat at his desk out of character, seriously preparing his campaign speech.

His expression was solemn and grave, as if he were composing a world-famous masterpiece.

Jiang Nian walked over to him and, finding a moment, leaned in to take a look.

"Haha, trash."

"Red stone!" Li Hua ignored him and kept focusing on writing his speech, "How can a sparrow understand the ambition of a swan?"

With a slap, the desk was heavily smacked.

"What are you doing!" Li Hua got a fright.

"I heard you're still writing some campaign speech—write all you want, isn't it all the same in the end?" Jiang Nian's lips curled mockingly, sitting on the edge of Li Hua's desk like a villain.

"I'll tell you some bad news."

"What?" Li Hua's hand gripped his pen, proving he hadn't given up on running.

"Yu Zhiyi just told me she wants to run for psychology committee member."

Hearing this, Li Hua froze.

The hand of his first love suddenly loosened, and the pen he was gripping tightly rolled rumbling along the desk.

Finally, with a slap, it fell to the ground.

"This she. Isn't this good news?"

Li Hua's face changed instantly as he stood up abruptly.

Wildly delighted, he crumpled the half-written campaign draft into a ball, casually stuffed it into the drawer, and let out a few "heys."

"Nian ah, suddenly my heart hurts a bit—does that mean something's wrong with my psychology?"

Jiang Nian: "Dig it out and take a look."

Li Hua exploded, "Red stone red stone!!!"

Like a fool, he paced back and forth in the aisle, muttering nonstop to himself.

He rubbed his hands from time to time, his face glowing with renewed vigor.

"Mumbling what—getting ready to dig up your team member's ex-girlfriend, huh?" One sentence from Jiang Nian, and Li Hua was instantly killed red.

Li Hua pointed at Jiang Nian, his finger trembling nonstop.

"You—you mother—f—er slandering me! Slandering me!"

"Haha, what's the rush?" Jiang Nian once again performed the Six Arts of the Gentleman.

"Stones can be eaten carelessly, but words cannot be spoken carelessly!" Li Hua was getting anxious, lowering his voice, "You know me, I didn't mean that."

"Hard to say."

"Your mother!" Li Hua turned completely red, "What about you? I've seen you talk to her several times!"

Jiang Nian's lips tilted crookedly, "I'm open and aboveboard, nothing shady in my heart—can't say the same for certain individuals!"

Li Hua blew up.

Sun Zhicheng stood in front of a small barbershop.

He pinched the length of his hair. Honestly, this length was a cut-it-or-leave-it situation.

Still, he'd never been to this shop before.

Going to his usual shop wasn't realistic—he'd have to take a ride on the weekend to get it cut.

So, should he take a gamble?

He didn't really dare go to those lavishly decorated shops, afraid the people inside would fleece him, six or seven hundred bucks vanishing into thin air.

After agonizing for a while, he picked the shop in front of him, which had a more down-to-earth decor style.

The boss was holding a bowl and eating, just happening to make eye contact with Sun Zhicheng outside the door.

He immediately stood up and walked toward the shop entrance.

"Handsome guy, want a haircut?"

The moment their eyes met, Sun Zhicheng's heart skipped a beat, inwardly cursing his carelessness.

In the past, he always used peripheral vision to glance at barbershops, because—one of the barbershop urban legends, once eye contact is made, you have to respond.

Some bosses are very persistent, enthusiastically inviting you to get a haircut, even following you for a stretch of road.

He planned to ask the price and leave, "How much for a haircut?"

Unexpectedly, the boss said.

"Fifteen."

Sun Zhicheng was about to refuse, but upon hearing the price, he hesitated again.

He wasn't short on money, but he wasn't the type to spend lavishly either. Fifteen yuan for a haircut was considered cheap in Zhennan.

After a moment's hesitation, he stepped inside anyway.

"Just to be clear, I'm only getting a haircut."

"No problem."

The boss arranged for someone to wash his hair; so far, everything seemed perfectly normal.

Until Sun Zhicheng, having dried his hair and sat down in the chair, saw an apprentice walking over with clippers.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he swallowed hard.

He thought to himself, It's over.

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