Chapter 252: Uninterested in the Throne, the Holy Grail War Belongs Only to the Tauren Chieftain

Qian Bao was speechless, waved her hand, and let him go.

"You can leave."

"That won't do, Teacher, you don't trust me," Jiang Nian's rebellious streak showed clearly, "I actually still prefer attending class—who signed me up, I won't say."

"Psychology committee member, do you have any idea?"

The whole class burst into laughter; in their eyes, being sent to the counseling room was no good assignment.

Mainly because it meant lack of freedom, and having psychological issues sounded bad enough; if it were rebranded, say, as the "Abstain from Masturbation Office," it would be much better.

Yu Zhiyi couldn't say a word, just buried her head and pretended to be dead.

What could she say?

The English teacher wore an expression like, "My own son is colluding with the Japanese?"

She clearly didn't believe Jiang Nian had any psychological issues—in fact, he didn't; signing his name was just a school requirement.

Attend group counseling meetings, take photos for records, and just kill time.

Qian Bao knew well that once she started arguing with Jiang Nian, it would waste two precious minutes of her life.

"Fine, turn to page."

She immediately started the lesson; now Jiang Nian had no choice but to leave.

Ji Jiayu from the neighboring class walked down with him; they were somewhat acquainted.

But awkwardly, they had barely stepped downstairs when they ran into Yuan Zhengchuan.

Demon Lord of the Tauren! Activate!

Slow down the activation first—fans of pure romance can search for "King's Game" or "The Will of the Villain."

Don't ask how to relate to the yellow-haired guy; veterans have already inserted themselves as the heroine.

Ji Jiayu did have a certain charm, otherwise she wouldn't have started a romance so early; more precisely, her advantage lay in her face—her figure was average and never displayed.

Her ex-boyfriend Yuan Zhengchuan also had a certain charm, the type Xiao Lingdang liked.

Setting aside their personalities, they were a perfect match; unfortunately, Dafan Sect's Li Hua orchestrated a petty scheme of division and broke them up.

"Why are you walking together?" Yuan Zhengchuan's face darkened.

The Tauren Lord lands a one-hit kill; once struck, you die.

But Jiang Nian had no intention of competing in the Holy Grail War. He was merely a pure little white lotus blooming in the mud, embodying the highest state of "the pure cleanses itself."

He remained calm, didn't directly answer, but asked instead.

"Fellow patient, are you also psychologically deviant?"

Yuan Zhengchuan was stunned, then erupted in rage.

"Who the hell are you calling crazy?!"

He was selected by notification; no one in Class One even asked his opinion. To some extent, he felt this was a label of humiliation.

Jiang Nian's single sentence hit every one of his landmines.

"If you have something to say, say it; if not, why yell at others?" Ji Jiayu frowned, stepping in to defend Jiang Nian, "Besides, who I walk with has nothing to do with you."

Okay okay, classic opening scene.

Jiang Nian just watched the show, silent, and headed toward Building D.

Six hundred points weren't achieved overnight; class could be attended anytime, but good entertainment was rare.

As for impact—what impact? Yuan Zhengchuan might be brainless, but he has eyes. Zhang Ningzhi is already that high; why would he possibly steal his girl?

So, he was probably the one being stolen from.

"You've always been like this—can you ever use your brain when you speak?" Ji Jiayu, on the offensive, spoke coldly, "What are you even out here for?"

Yuan Zhengchuan knew perfectly well that all three of them were selected from their respective classes as "psychologically troubled." He just refused to mention it, wearing a face like Sima Guang's.

"Why did Class Two push you out?"

Ji Jiayu glanced at him and replied flatly.

"No one pushed me out—I'm the arts committee member and applied voluntarily."

Hearing this, Yuan Zhengchuan was instantly speechless.

Wait, I'm isolated in Class One, and you're singing and dancing in Class Two?

Arts committee member—that high-ranking position the Tauren Lord excels in. The thought that someone else in Class Two might be messing around or even dating Ji Jiayu made him want to spit blood.

At present, Jiang Nian, that terrifying guy, seemed to have been temporarily hooked up with by Ji Jiayu.

But the relationships among them were still unclear, which was frustrating.

"You're still the same—can't you be a little cleaner?" Yuan Zhengchuan, after holding back for a long time, made a dangerous remark, dropping a classic line.

Jiang Nian heard it and grinned—more entertainment had arrived.

As expected, Ji Jiayu immediately got angry; the word "clean" was too piercing.

"Get lost! Asshole."

To Jiang Nian's surprise, no fight broke out; someone had held back a little, simply refusing to look at Yuan Zhengchuan again and leaving immediately.

Now he was alone again.

But Jiang Nian didn't care; he planned to walk alone. Walking with Yuan Zhengchuan was out of the question—heartbroken people were too rabid.

Just as he quickened his pace, intending to put distance between himself and Yuan Zhengchuan behind him,

the latter suddenly called out to him, coldly.

"Is eating leftovers interesting?"

Jiang Nian turned back, bewildered—he could explain, but there was no need. People believe only what they think is true, not what they're easily persuaded to accept.

"I joined the psychology lecture just to fill a quota; you're the one who actually needs it."

"What the hell do you mean?" Yuan Zhengchuan, sensitive and quick to anger, was on the verge of exploding, "Be smart—stay away from other people's ex-girlfriends."

"Don't get too into character, bro." Jiang Nian glanced at him and left with a smile.

High school boys are just as reckless and impulsive as middle school boys, but once the impulse fades, a sliver of reason lingers in their heads, and they keep replaying it over and over.

They won't be like those middle school brats planning to lurk in some corner and stab you.

It was the third period, and the road held only a handful of other Gao San students attending the psychology lecture. Yuan Zhengchuan walked alone under the sunlight, silently replaying everything.

Sigh, he'd been impulsive again.

Jiang Nian and Ji Jiayu had clearly just happened to bump into each other on the way because their classrooms were next to each other. They were classmates, so naturally they'd walk together.

If it were him, he'd choose to go to Building D with Jiang Nian too.

Luckily, Ji Jiayu hadn't said anything harsh this time. She still knew to spare his face in front of outsiders—seemed like he still had a place in her heart.

Building D sat on the edge of campus, an old teaching building. Its walls were mottled, gilded by the years, and there had even been horror stories about Building D being haunted.

Jiang Nian looked up, glancing at the entrance of Building D.

Narrow, gloomy.

No wonder it's an old teaching building—built like this, who'd the hell not be scared?

Just as he was zoning out, a voice came from beside his ear.

"What are you looking at?"

He turned his head and found the person standing behind him was Ji Jiayu.

"Didn't you already go up?" Jiang Nian was startled.

"Oh, went to the bathroom."

Feeling the other's gaze drift down and linger on her hand for a few seconds, Ji Jiayu immediately flushed a little.

"I washed them, don't believe me, look."

"Oh oh, I didn't ask about that." Jiang Nian found it funny.

Ji Jiayu immediately felt a tightness in her chest, thinking, why does this guy talk so annoyingly?

Class 3 is really a wicked place—Jiang Nian had only been here how long and he'd already picked up bad habits.

As a veteran of Class 3, she knew all too well how that group of scheming, abstract weirdos on the class behaved. Class 3 was a gu-raising class crafted by Old Liu.

Right now, the most important thing for you isn't studying—it's liberating your nature.

Two minutes later, the two of them went up to the third-floor psychology counseling room together.

Still the same mottled iron gate, the same eerie hallway. Even Jiang Nian, this freak with a healthy mind, couldn't help feeling a sudden urge to do a standing long jump off the sixth floor at the sight of it.

You call this a goddamn psychology counseling room?

A vampire club?

Ji Jiayu was stunned too. "Is our school filming Twilight?"

"You're so funny—at most a Batman." Jiang Nian gestured at the dim passage ahead, still in the mood for a hellish joke. "If someone comes from the other end, shoot me."

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the end of the corridor.

Seemed to be a female teacher. She glanced at the two of them and asked gently.

"Here for the psychology lecture?"

"Yes, teacher." Ji Jiayu was still fairly gentle and well-behaved in front of teachers.

"Alright, come on over then. Are there still people behind you who haven't arrived?" The female teacher's voice was gentle—completely different from that bad woman Qian Bao. Comparing people really does make a difference.

Jiang Nian instantly betrayed Qian Bao, his face breaking into a huge grin.

"Two more, they'll be here soon."

Ji Jiayu was surprised by Jiang Nian's change in attitude, thinking, are all guys this real? The moment they see a gentle big sister they flock over—honestly, that's a bit—

As the saying goes, where there's competition, there's giving it away for free.

Seeing Jiang Nian go over to look at the female teacher, Ji Jiayu, out of competitiveness, hurried after him. Only when she reached the end of the corridor did she realize this psychology counseling room had a hidden world inside.

There was a common area, a game room, a decompression room, and a meeting room.

The black-hearted school really did spend a fortune building the psychology counseling room—such a strong smell of formaldehyde~gag~.

Ji Jiayu almost yued, turned her head to look—Jiang Nian had already gone into the meeting room, so she hurried in after him.

Luckily the psychology meeting room was big, with a long table and soft stools. There wasn't much smell inside, must have been installed long ago.

Ji Jiayu found Jiang Nian and smoothly took the seat beside him. Yuan Zhengchuan came in a few minutes later, deliberately leaving two rows between them and sitting behind, watching.

Bang bang, on the multimedia podium.

The psychology counselor patted the bent microphone, and the surround speakers immediately let out a screech.

"Is everyone here? Uh, the sign-in sheet has been passed down, students who are here please sign in."

"Let me introduce myself. My surname is Lan, the Lan in blue. My given name is Lan, the Lan in mountain wind. Ah, everyone can call me Teacher Lan, or Lan Lan, either works."

"We're gathered here today as friends. The main content of today is holding a psychology lecture."

Lan Lan was still interacting on stage, and put up a PPT while she was at it.

Jiang Nian propped his head on his hand and, as if no one were around, opened the system panel. Ji Jiayu couldn't understand it anyway, at most she'd think he was bored and gesturing randomly.

【At thirty-eight, you received a call from a stranger, and your memory was pulled back twenty years.

The first green summer on the university campus.

An afternoon of thunder and lightning, no classes in the afternoon. Roommates unanimously chose to nap, the dorm was dark, neither cold nor hot, the dripping sound on the balcony drowned out by angry thunder.

Half-asleep, she called you. You got up and opened the door, Chi Yu Tian mixed with the smell of earth, the draft rushing in, and you quietly slipped out of the dorm.】

Jiang Nian hadn't finished reading the quest yet, but first noticed a clickable video file on the panel.