Chapter 302: Good Sisters Sharing a Bed

The instant Zhou Yuting threw the gift away, a group of boys not far off burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, what a mutt!"

"Holy shit, laughing my dad to death."

"Isn't this the big boss of Gotham City? Haven't seen you in a few days, how'd you get so trash?"

"Damn, what's that on the ground? Isn't that your ID? Big King and Little King, keep them safe — a man of taste carries a whole set of IDs."

Jiang Nian was grinning; he'd only come to watch the show, but nearly laughed out loud.

"Where'd this stray dog come from?"

The people around burst out laughing at once.

Zhang Xiaofan didn't care about anyone else's mockery, but hearing Jiang Nian call him a stray dog — old grudges and new piled together — he nearly lost it.

"What the hell did you just say!"

Saying so, he wanted to recreate that flying kick from last break.

Honestly, kicking that bastard felt pretty damn good.

Before he could charge in, two boys stepped out from beside Jiang Nian.

"So what if we did?"

Then from the shadow of a pillar on the other side, two or three more boys walked out. The two groups, one in front and one behind, completely blocked the corridor.

Zhang Xiaofan froze, inwardly cursing his miscalculation.

Originally, to keep a low profile, he hadn't brought his little lackeys upstairs. Before, it had always been him leading people to corner others — when had he ever been the one cornered?

"What do you want! I'm on the school team! Don't try anything, I've memorized every single one of your faces."

Jiang Nian walked out from the crowd and stopped in front of Zhang Xiaofan.

"What are you mumbling about?"

Zhang Xiaofan wanted to leave, but realized there was no path behind him, and regretted why he'd lost his temper at the start.

With people watching, he naturally didn't want to lose face, so he forced himself to hold on.

"Jiang Nian, what do you want!"

"I was about to ask you that — you weren't thinking of hitting me, were you?" Jiang Nian stepped forward and stomped right on Zhang Xiaofan's shoe as he spoke.

"Go on, here's your chance. Hit me."

Lin Dong, Li Hua, Liu Yang and the others were only there to make up the numbers. It wasn't that they'd never seen a cornering, but this was their first time experiencing it from the first-person perspective.

On one hand, Zhang Xiaofan had clearly just flown into a rage and come straight at Jiang Nian, so they naturally stepped forward.

On the other hand, this guy had kicked Sun Zhicheng during last break.

This made their dislike of Zhang Xiaofan grow, and the looks they gave him were unfriendly — as if a fight would break out any second, or rather, a beating.

But no matter how much the atmosphere felt like it, the worst these guys imagined was a bit of shoving and a few harsh words.

However, the moment Jiang Nian stomped on Zhang Xiaofan's shoe.

Lin Dong and the others were instantly dumbfounded, several pairs of eyes almost in unison turning to Jiang Nian. Their gazes shifted from confusion to something close to horror.

Bro, you're way too practiced at this?

"Are you sick? Who said anything about hitting—" Zhang Xiaofan, after being stepped on, only dared to step back. "I don't understand what you're saying, I'm leaving."

Gulp — he swallowed.

Every thing has its match.

Zhang Xiaofan wasn't afraid of Jiang Nian, but now he was surrounded. And being probed step by step by this old schemer Jiang Nian, his mental defenses crumbled bit by bit.

Jiang Nian, unconcerned, stepped on Zhang Xiaofan's shoe again.

"There, now it's symmetrical."

This guy is seriously sick!

Zhang Xiaofan gritted his teeth and chose to endure.

"You'll remember this."

After dropping his tough line, he lowered his head and shoved his way out of the encirclement. He didn't even pick up the necklace on the ground — it wasn't worth anything, he'd made several sets.

Besides Zhou Yuting, he'd also given one to two girls from Gao Er and Gao San.

Unlike Zhou Yuting's reaction, those two girls, seeing him dressed flashily, didn't turn sour over the cheap gift but were deeply moved instead.

Others didn't get it — this was emotional value.

But he was a slow-burn person in matters of love, so affection needed time to settle. A handmade necklace was, precisely, giving his own time.

In the corridor.

"Jinx, who the hell is that bdd? Seemed to know you?" Li Hua asked.

"Who knows, too many people secretly crushing on me." Jiang Nian looked indifferent. "A few fags is normal, probably hate born from love."

Hearing this, the guys were thoroughly dumbfounded and didn't feel like asking about that guy anymore.

"You must've done something like this before — how are you so smooth at it?" Lin Dong spoke up, asking the question they all wanted answered.

"Yeah, yeah, holy shit that was scary."

"Darling, step on mine too."

Hearing this, Jiang Nian also looked puzzled.

"Nah, I just saw that guy do it before. On a whim, I wanted to try what it felt like to step on his shoes."

"If I weren't in the same class as Brother Nian, I'd definitely walk around him from now on," Liu Yang said, then asked, "Brother Nian, were his shoes expensive?"

Liu Yang liked sports and often bought clothes and shoes from sports brands.

Clothes were fine, the most expensive only six, seven, eight hundred. But sneakers had no fixed price — at least three or four hundred, at most one or two thousand, even five thousand.

Hearing this, the others couldn't help worrying for Jiang Nian.

"It won't be that shady, right?"

"Step on it twice and you want compensation? Is the shoe upper made of gold?"

"Who cares, even if he doesn't pay, what can he do about it?"

Jiang Nian touched his face, not minding at all.

"It's fine, who cares what shoes, just keep yapping. If he really starts saying all that nonsense, then stuff his shoes in the trash can."

The crowd fell silent.

Imagining that scene, they felt this idea was a bit too vicious.

The bell rang, back to the classroom for self-study.

Jiang Nian couldn't avoid being grilled by Zhang Ningzhi, who had caught wind of it; he could only give a half-true, half-false account, successfully muddling through.

It wasn't that he was unwilling to explain, but rather to avoid making her worry.

In reality, there was nothing to it. Zhang Xiaofan was nothing. A small side dish not even worthy of having a name when brought to the table, relying on money and connections to feel a bit superior.

Jiang Nian wasn't afraid of him in any way; after all, they were all in Gao San, and the school team guys were also facing graduation and academic pressure, and not many people really listened to him.

Moreover, if Zhang Xiaofan really had the ability.

Back in Gao Er and Gao Yi, Jiang Nian had fallen into his hands and suffered losses. But he didn't have that ability back then, and he certainly doesn't have it now.

Assessment complete, just an idiot.

Evening self-study passed minute by minute; with a buzz, his phone rang.

Jiang Nian glanced at his phone under the desk; it was a message from Chen Yunyun. She was also asking about what had just happened, probably having gotten the news from Lin Dong.

He spent a few minutes, precisely blind-typing a muddled reply under the desk.

Evening self-study passed minute by minute; during the short break between the third and fourth evening self-study periods.

Sun Zhicheng stood up and greeted Cai Xiaoqing, still holding a pack of tissues in his hand. Cai Xiaoqing nodded, and he went out through the classroom's back door.

However, he didn't go to the bathroom. Instead, he snuck downstairs, using the Gao Er dismissal as cover, and made his way out of the school, stopping at the school's front gate.

Among a row of electric scooters, he found Zhang Xiaofan's—a cool-looking black matte-finish electric scooter.

"Kick me?"

"Today I'll make you pay back what you owe!"

Saying so, Sun Zhicheng, wearing a mask, took out the 520 glue he had prepared long ago from his pocket. He poured it right into the keyhole, and after finishing, quickly left.

When he took action, he had already checked; there were no surveillance cameras in this area.

There were also many people, and he had the posture of someone about to insert a key.

After clogging the keyhole, he left, his movements fluid and seamless.

Sun Zhicheng walked back toward the school, changing his mask and jacket. He walked back against the cold wind, entered the school through a different gate, and went to self-study.

As for why he didn't puncture the tire.

He had observed earlier that an ordinary compass couldn't pierce through. Lacking tools on hand, he decided to find a suitable tool next time and puncture his tire on the way!

Thinking of this, Sun Zhicheng couldn't help but clench his fist.

He was so nervous his body trembled slightly, thinking to himself, a gentleman doesn't wait overnight for revenge—that's a true man!

After evening self-study.

Jiang Nian said goodbye to Zhang Ningzhi and prepared to leave, glancing at her bundle of clothes before going.

"Wearing it tomorrow?"

"Mm-hmm." Zhang Ningzhi was in a good mood.

"Alright, I'll be looking forward to it tomorrow, bye-bye." Jiang Nian picked up his bag, waved to her, and prepared to leave the classroom, "You head back early too."

"Mm." The girl nodded.

The routine descent of three floors.

Jiang Nian glanced over and noticed another person standing beside Xu Qianqian.

"Hm? Why aren't you going home?"

Song Xiyun stood timidly beside Xu Qianqian, shrinking her neck when she saw Jiang Nian.

"I"

"Tch, none of your business!" Xu Qianqian stepped forward, puffed out her chest, and said, "Xiyun's not going home tonight, she's sleeping with me."

"Damn, playing the stud, huh?" Jiang Nian was stunned.

"What nonsense, ptooey ptooey ptooey!" Xu Qianqian shot him a look, leading Song Xiyun downstairs as she spoke, "The coming-of-age ceremony is tomorrow, don't you know?"

"And then?" Jiang Nian asked.

"Dummy, the coming-of-age ceremony doesn't start until nine tomorrow morning." Xu Qianqian said, "It's not convenient for Xiyun to change clothes, so of course she's with me."

"Oh, I see."

Xu Qianqian elbowed him, "Stop playing dead! Treat us to a late-night snack!"