Chapter 254

Psychological meeting room.

It turns out that even the softest voice can't save a boring lecture.

Ji Jiayu's eyelids were already drooping; she tilted her head slightly to look at Jiang Nian beside her.

But she saw this guy was listening intently, and couldn't help feeling ashamed.

Is this guy too strong?

"As long as the teacher's voice is soft and pretty, even a nutrition-free boring lecture is bearable."

She cleared her throat and asked softly.

"You're listening to the lecture, but you didn't bring anything?"

Hearing this, Jiang Nian turned his head to look at Ji Jiayu, hesitated a moment, then said.

"I have Yuyu Syndrome."

Ji Jiayu was stunned, not understanding what this guy meant.

"And then?"

"I'm already Yuyu—why would I need to bring anything?" Jiang Nian sighed, then pulled out his phone and placed it on the table, "Whoever criticizes me, I'll jump right up."

Ji Jiayu: "."

She was dumbfounded, watching Jiang Nian actually pull out a big phone and start playing. And there were no supervisors or officials in the psychological meeting room.

So, it was absolutely safe here.

"I should've brought my phone too," Ji Jiayu sighed.

Jiang Nian replied, "No, I'll stand up and report you."

"Why?" She froze.

"Because I have Yuyu Syndrome—I can report whoever I want." Jiang Nian kept his usual lazy expression, serious, "Whoever whispers about me, I'll drag her up and jump."

Ji Jiayu: "."

Kid, you're invincible.

She could only keep being bored, unable to focus on her exercises. In the end, she just watched Jiang Nian play games, from the start of the lecture all the way until the bell rang.

The lecture wasn't over yet, but Ji Jiayu wanted to leave.

"Why isn't it finished yet?"

"Yeah, what's the teacher even babbling about up there?" Jiang Nian pushed away the crystal on the opposite side and put away his phone, "Does he like me?"

"Are you deliberately dragging it out so I can't leave?"

Hearing this, Ji Jiayu opened her mouth but stopped herself; a wave of speechless emotion churned in her mind.

But when she glanced at Jiang Nian's face, she suddenly found it perfectly reasonable. Heaven is fair—when it grants someone beauty, it must take away something else.

Jiang Nian didn't care about Ji Jiayu's thoughts; he propped his chin on his hand and pondered.

This was insane.

According to the timeline, if I hadn't been promoted to Gao San.

Arts students pick schools, science students pick cities—attending a second-tier university would surely be nationwide flight-worthy.

Wherever you go to a second-tier, isn't it all the same?

So here's the question: the entire period from Gao San to university is completely blank. I don't know what happened in this timeline within the system's definition of "future."

How did I end up Gou Gou Da with Song Xiuyun?

Of course, right now I'm just a pure, innocent little lotus.

Virgin.

But it's strange—Song Xiuyun would've aced the Gaokao even with her eyes closed. Even if I overperformed, it's unlikely—the system already cursed me long ago.

Second-tier. Plain, ordinary second-tier.

So Song Xiuyun bombed the exam and ended up at the same school as me. Because of the same location, plus Xu Qianqian's connection, we quickly got together.

Jiang Nian stroked his chin, looking like he'd turned into Conan.

If that's true, then what comes next?

In the system's memory segment, Little Song seemed pretty sweet.

The NPC was constantly mistreated, just a simple simulated reaction—because in the simulation, Jiang Nian was a monster. The original memory should've been a sweet couple's daily life.

The kind you occasionally scroll past on TikTok—boy warm, girl clingy.

Ugh, I really hit the jackpot.

First Little Song, then Baby Zhizhi—so how did we break up? Was it because loving one person can't be hidden, and loving two people couldn't be hidden either?

Hmm… hard to say.

Jiang Nian thought carefully for a while and ruled out this possibility.

If such a melodramatic plot had really happened, contacting them at age thirty-eight in the mission should've been extremely difficult. Correspondingly, the mission reward should've been infinitely higher.

But the reality was 300 RMB.

So in these relationships, regret and helplessness were probably the main themes.

Screw it, don't overthink it.

What did I eat for lunch again?

"What are you thinking about?" Ji Jiayu asked.

Jiang Nian leaned back in his seat and stared at the white ceiling of the meeting room.

"I'm thinking D Building is farther from the cafeteria—it takes six minutes to walk there. If the lecture still hasn't ended by then, I'm slipping out."

Ji Jiayu pursed her lips, "When you slip out, can you take me with you?"

Hearing this, he was slightly surprised and turned to look at the girl beside him.

The other person blinked her Kazzlan big eyes, looking like she was totally dragging me along~.

Just follow me, your ex is watching you from behind.

"Cough, cough, there are so many people here—why are you looking for me?" Jiang Nian coughed. "Besides, your boyfriend's right behind you—you should prioritize him."

"We broke up a long time ago."

"Not that long ago, right?" Jiang Nian chatted casually.

Ji Jiayu: "."

There was no point talking to someone who argued for the sake of arguing—the topic ended there.

Midway through the fourth class, the lecture was slowly drawing to a close.

Onstage, Lan Lan spoke.

"Alright, our psychology lecture ends here. You have twenty minutes left to tour our Psychological Space."

"Students who need consultation can write down my phone number—or make an appointment at the Psychology Office during break. All sessions are confidential."

Jiang Nian didn't need to make an appointment—he was already standing up.

I'm going to eat now.

About seventy or eighty lucky students had entered the conference room; a dozen were copying down the phone number. Most were heading out—the whole thing was just a class committee duty.

Walking through the long corridor, due to the angle of the sunlight.

At noon, the corridor, which had been dark when the third class began, was now bathed in sunlight.

The window glass gleamed like new, beneath the early winter blue sky and white clouds. A light crosswind was chilly; in front of the administrative building, the red flag fluttered in the sunlight.

The establishment of the psychological counseling room still had meaning.

Jiang Nian didn't need psychological counseling, but others did. Some flowers bloom in harsh soil—they naturally need spiritual nourishment.

In the crowd, Yuan Zhengchuan blended in, walking along the wall. His gaze locked tightly onto the two figures ahead—his ex-girlfriend and Jiang Nian, one behind the other.

Walking.

Such an ambiguous position—and still dare to claim they're innocent?

Breaking up is normal; seamless transition is just low-class. A cooling-off period is the bare minimum respect for an ex—those who jump straight into the next relationship never end well!

Yuan Zhengchuan clenched his teeth, breathing heavily.

He wanted to rush forward immediately, shout loudly, and make this shameless pair crumble with humiliation—so everyone could see just how disgusting they were.

But then he saw Jiang Nian turn around and speak.

"Why are you following me?"

Hearing this, Ji Jiayu thought it was absurd.

"Don't I need to go back to the classroom? This is the only way down."

But Jiang Nian walked toward her—and passed right by her.

"???"

Ji Jiayu turned her head and saw Jiang Nian walking toward a first-year girl—her face still unpolished with youth, her uniform glaringly obvious.

She froze for a few seconds, involuntarily stopping in her tracks.

Yuan Zhengchuan, standing behind the crowd in the corridor, naturally stopped too—he'd overshoot them if he kept going. Clearly, that wasn't his intention.

Now he couldn't stalk them. Not that—couldn't think properly anymore.

In the brightly lit corridor, Jiang Nian blocked a first-year girl. Their positions were oddly balanced—right between Ji Jiayu and Yuan Zhengchuan.

The first-year girl looked flustered, blinking her eyes.

"I-I didn't follow you."

"Oh, oh, I must've mistaken you." Jiang Nian didn't care, recalling, "I remember you—you were that first-year student that day—"

"Lin Yuxi."

"Low-scorer."

Two voices spoke at once. Lin Yuxi's expression went completely blank.

"You're making me want to cry."

What, now there's academic bullying? Seven or eight hundred points in first-year is a low score?

In fact, that already surpassed some students in the Olympiad class—it was clearly excellent.

"Alright, let's drop that." Jiang Nian brushed it off lightly, curiously asking, "Why are you here? Are you also psychologically twisted?"

"Nope—I'm the class psychology officer." Lin Yuxi tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, hesitating. "It's the new semester, and everyone's still unfamiliar."

"Oh, oh, little non-stick pot." Jiang Nian said.

"Senior, you can't describe a girl as a non-stick pot." Lin Yuxi feigned annoyance, but inside she was startled—how accurate was this guy's description?

She did have a touch of non-stick pot quality—she'd only been in her class for a few months since first-year division. Classmates came from Tiannanhaibei, relationships were complicated and full of conflict.

She'd been reluctantly assigned as psychology officer and didn't want to offend anyone.

"Pressure cooker?" Jiang Nian ventured.

"Even more ridiculous!"

"Whatever. Go back to class." Jiang Nian waved goodbye. "I'm off to eat. Bye."

"But class hasn't ended yet?" Lin Yuxi was confused.

Jiang Nian pointed at her. "That's classic first-year thinking."

"Senior, you're so mean."

"I can be meaner—Low-scorer—"

"Stop it!"

Ji Jiayu stared, dumbfounded, as Jiang Nian walked downstairs chatting and laughing with the pure first-year girl.

Watching the junior girl's reaction, it seemed she was a bit hooked.

Jiang Nian really.

She was muttering to herself when she looked up and saw her ex-boyfriend Yuan Zhengchuan walking toward her, and couldn't help frowning.

We've already broken up, what's there to keep entangled about?

Whatever you had to say, couldn't you have said it before the breakup? You had to wait until everything was settled before making an effort. Playing the self-moved card now—what's wrong with your head?

"Xiaoyu, I—" Yuan Zhengchuan's words reached his lips, but he just couldn't say them.

That pitiful look, in Ji Jiayu's eyes, was pure disgust. Love or not, it's really obvious—Yuan Zhengchuan's hesitation, in her eyes, was cowardice.

"Don't always act like that, as if everything is my fault!"

"No, it's not your fault." Yuan Zhengchuan answered reflexively, then added, "Don't be angry, okay? It's all my fault."

Generally speaking, if Ji Jiayu asked "What did you do wrong?"—that was basically giving him a step down, or half a retractable step, proving there was still a chance.

However, Ji Jiayu simply turned around.

"Don't follow me. Go back to the classroom yourself."

Yuan Zhengchuan's heart sank at once, like missing a step on a rooftop edge.

"Where are you going?"

"Clearing my head. None of your business."