Chapter 277: The Lying Brat Is Getting More and More Annoying

"Didn't I go eat at the one outside the Ximen this afternoon?"

"And then?"

"On my way back, I ran into a car accident scene at the Ximen." Jiang Nian raised an eyebrow. "But luckily, I kicked him."

Li Hua's face went blank. "That's way too cruel, isn't it? The guy already got hit by a car, and you still kicked him?"

Jiang Nian was speechless. The bastard couldn't even say something nice.

"Damn, I clearly kicked him and saved him, okay?"

"Where's the person? Did you kick him to death?" Li Hua said this, but he still didn't quite believe it. "Actually, I do this all the time in games too."

"Don't believe it? Bet a week's worth of drinks?" Jiang Nian asked.

"Sigh, I believe you." Li Hua got a little triggered.

Once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of the cashier.

The drinks he lost from the previous bet hadn't been fully paid out yet—one loss was already two hundred yuan. Another loss would be four hundred. What high schooler could handle that?

Hey, believe it or not, Li Hua really could handle it.

Even if he treated the whole group to drinks for a month, Young Master Li's pocket money could handle it. There'd even be some left over to buy snacks and offer them to Jiang Nian.

Zhang Ningzhi hadn't wanted to join their conversation, but hearing Jiang Nian talk about hitting someone and car accidents, she couldn't help pricking up her ears.

Ding ding, she pretended to be an indifferent eavesdropper.

Has that annoying brat learned to lie?

No—the lying brat is getting more and more annoying!

But considering the jacket, she didn't fuss over it.

A jacket hung on the thread of friendship; with the relationship progressing, there was no need to decline. Each pass and each catch was perfectly justified, becoming a matter of course.

Many of the covered details began to melt away, like winter snow thawing bit by bit.

Before the curve at her mouth could rise higher, Jiang Nian's voice came from beside her. With the certainty of someone telling a story, he recounted everything in careful detail.

". That driver was a real idiot—got out of the car and started cursing right away. The moment he opened his mouth, you could smell the alcohol. I was about to call the police on the spot."

"And then?" Li Hua was taken in.

Zhang Ningzhi also stopped her pen, waiting for Jiang Nian to continue. Who tells a story and stops right in the middle? Like a storyteller in a wuxia TV drama.

However, there was no continuation.

"Sigh, I'll tell you tomorrow." Jiang Nian waved his hand.

"Eat shit!" Li Hua instantly flew into a rage and grabbed Jiang Nian by the collar. "You bastard, try stopping mid-story and see what happens!"

The two in the front row, except for Empress Fangfang, both turned around.

Wu Jungu: "What happened next?"

Ceng You was even more direct: "Want to become a eunuch?"

Although Group Six was in the back row of the classroom, with such a big commotion, the physics teacher at the podium couldn't ignore it either. He coughed and said,

"You two rows by the back door, got something to chat about? Want to stand up and chat with the whole class?"

"Chat my ass." Jiang Nian immediately behaved, dropped onto the desk and played dead, muttering, "If I really chat, you won't be happy either."

Li Hua wasn't scared at all, but he didn't want to challenge the physics teacher's authority either.

Fortunately, after just a few minutes, the physics teacher left the classroom on his own.

Jiang Nian came back to life, full of vigor, and began continuing his one-man comedy routine.

Logically speaking, at this point Cai Xiaoqing should have come out to keep order. But she didn't—that's what happens when you've bought off Cai Xiaoqing.

As for the class monitor, he'd have to tell her separately later.

The second time definitely wouldn't have the same emotional punch as the first. When school let out, he'd have to tell Xu Qianqian, and after washing up he'd have to do it online again…

Damn, a life of strong sharing desire is just this diligent and conscientious.

Never thought that showing off would also be physical labor.

But the desire to share itself is the meaning of making friends, and this thing really was very interesting. It could serve as good gossip material, used to devour each other's time.

". That guy even wanted to get physical, but the moment I made a call, he chickened out. In the end, nothing much happened—we just recorded video and settled it privately, of course not paying me."

"Who got hit? I don't know, it was too dark to see clearly."

Hu Nianzhong gulped, his heart pounding. Sharp pain shot through his injured spot, but fortunately the abrasion wasn't obvious.

The entire evening self-study period, he couldn't read a single word.

Closing his eyes, the blinding xenon headlights immediately appeared in his mind. Almost like a fierce beast bursting out of the alley, choosing someone to devour.

"Where did this student come from? Got a death wish? Trying to scam me, huh!"

"Get the hell out of here!"

That man's undisguised, furious disgust pressed down like a demon. As if born with malice, he made it bare and plain—he simply looked down on you.

"What terrible luck, get out of the way!"

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: would they make him pay?

In his panic, a voice rang out.

"Your mom's dead, is that why you talk so harshly?"

"You stupid bastard, don't you know you hit someone with your car? Driving your piece-of-junk car, talking so filthy—don't you know Zhennan is being incorporated into a civilized city?"

"What are you being so aggressive for? Your wife pregnant with your dad's kid, you motherless thing?"

At that moment, Hu Nianzhong was almost stunned by Jiang Nian's words. It was the first time he'd heard cursing this filthy—were people from the county town really this fierce?

At the same time, he was also startled by the driver's furious reaction.

Hearing Jiang Nian's words, that man's face turned almost red like a burning piece of charcoal. At the bright alley entrance, he charged straight up to Jiang Nian.

"What the fuck did you just say! I'll fucking kill you!"

He didn't understand why things had taken this turn—Jiang Nian's single sentence instantly shattered the tense atmosphere.

"Hey, you drank, I've been recording the whole time."

The driver immediately calmed down, but no matter what he said, Jiang Nian only repeated those two phrases.

"Call the police."

"We should call the police—let the officers decide. Trust that the law will deliver a fair judgment; the compensation amount can be left entirely to the law."

In the end, the driver voluntarily proposed a private settlement and paid four thousand yuan.

Full video recording and a handwritten agreement.

After everything ended, the two walked along the dimly lit campus path.

"Can you really keep that four thousand yuan?"

"Are you eighteen yet?"

"Almost."

"Keep the agreement safe. I'll send you the video. Also, that money you put into the pig butchering scam? You won't get it back."

In the brightly lit classroom, Hu Nianzhong opened his eyes.

Even though more than an hour had passed since the incident, he still couldn't believe it was real.

It felt like a dream—almost getting hit by a car, then receiving compensation.

What troubled him most was Jiang Nian's words: "You won't get your money back."

He remembered that when he was about to call the police, after unlocking his screen, the first page that appeared was the platform's app—he frantically exited it.

He was so nervous he had to exit three times before succeeding; Jiang Nian probably noticed during that time.

Only Lin Dong, Jiang Nian, and he knew about that app. Now Jiang Nian had declared it outright—he felt only a hollow emptiness inside.

He didn't think Jiang Nian would lie to him, nor did he believe he himself was more knowledgeable than Jiang Nian.

So, the money was almost certainly gone.

Yet at the same time, he had just received four thousand yuan today—what he gained equaled what he lost, perhaps with a few extra bruises.

But no matter whether that money could be recovered or not, he would never touch such things again.

During the second evening self-study session, the whole class was checking answers for the weekly test.

Jiang Nian was sleepy and wanted to nap directly. When he asked Zhang Nenzhi if she could help him check his answers, she hesitated for a second.

"Okay, I'll ask someone else."

Zhang Nenzhi was stunned—she hadn't even considered it yet.

"Who are you asking?"

"Whoever's willing to help me correct my answers, I'll ask them. Maybe there's a saint in the class." Jiang Nian stood up and headed straight toward Chen Yunyun, his intent clear.

There were no saints—only glutinous rice people.

Of course, he wouldn't let anyone work for free. Tomorrow he'd buy some drinks and snacks—over time, friendships would grow stronger.

"Wait! Come back!" Zhang Nenzhi yanked him back, glancing at him. "Didn't I just say I'd help you correct your answers?"

"No, you didn't." Jiang Nian lowered his eyes obediently.

Who cares? Whoever helps me correct my answers is right.

If all else fails, I'll trade a little charm.

To be fair, the back rows really are better for sleeping.

Jiang Nian slept through most of the evening self-study; the teacher came by once. He woke up drowsily, pretending to concentrate on solving problems.

He dawdled until the end of self-study, then went outside to urinate.

On his way back, he ran into Zhou Yuting. Neither greeted the other—just a cold glance, then they passed by without a word.

After the bell rang, inside the classroom.

"Li Hua, I'm so hungry. Is Jiang Nian hungry?" Ma Guojun, seated in the back row, acted like a nagging mother, asking questions one by one.

"Not hungry. I just drank some water—I'm full." Li Hua said.

"Don't look at me—I'm even less hungry." Jiang Nian spread his hands. By the third evening self-study, he usually didn't eat anything.

"Ah, never mind then." Ma Guojun slumped back into his gloom.

Zhang Nenzhi suddenly remembered something and asked Jiang Nian curiously.

"Why aren't you practicing driving test questions anymore?"

Jiang Nian thought for a moment, pulled up his screenshot of a perfect score, and scrolled it one by one in front of Zhang Nenzhi—leaving the black-fan Baby Zhizhi utterly silent.

"Say something."

"Pfft, what's there to say?" Zhang Nenzhi grumbled.

Jiang Nian: "Heh."

She had originally planned to ignore him, but couldn't help asking.

"If you get your driver's license, will you buy a car?"

"Not necessarily. Maybe I'll just grab any old car to drive." Jiang Nian didn't care much. "A used one, or even just a minivan."

Jiang Nian wanted to buy a car not for anyone else, but purely for personal show-off.

As long as various conditions were met, it could conveniently help him do a few things.

But this was just speculation—if after the college entrance exam, the damn system still hadn't dropped a million-yuan reward, forget buying a car—just wash up and go to sleep.

Who he slept with? Who knows—randomly pick someone off the street via lottery.

In short, buy a used market vehicle and keep it stored.

Splurging thousands to make a beauty smile is certainly satisfying, but timing matters. Enter at the wrong moment, and you'll only backfire.

"Oh." Zhang Nenzhi didn't really care.

She thought to herself that next summer she would learn to drive, if she really needed a car. She could always borrow her father's—after all, he didn't drive often.

Even if she couldn't drive, wasn't there Jiang Nian?