Chapter 310

Li Hua, let's cross the Longmen together with Jiang Nian," Ma Guojun suggested.

"Fine, hey, with two sons," Li Hua feigned aloofness, then began acting wildly again, "My boys, not half as handsome as me."

Ma Guojun was speechless. "Fucking hell, did you get lucky?"

Li Hua waved a finger. "No, I usually take sea routes."

"Shoot it into the sea?"

"Fuck, Ma, why do you talk so crudely?" Li Hua clutched his head and started shaking hysterically. "I'm a one-meter-fifty little loli. I won't listen, I won't listen."

Ma Guojun genuinely felt it was embarrassing to stand next to Li Hua in a trench coat.

If Jiang Nian were there, at least he could offset the stupid aura Li Hua dragged down. At least with all three together, he wouldn't look like the biggest fool.

He turned to look at Jiang Nian, ready to speak.

Jiang suddenly caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye—a girl approaching from this direction.

Huh?

He instinctively turned his head again and saw it was the class monitor.

Ma Guojun couldn't hold it anymore—the class monitor was coming to Jiang Nian. Could it be they were going to cross the Longmen together? That would leave only him and Li Hua?

Given Jiang Nian's traitorous, love-over-friendship nature…

What bad luck making friends.

Just as Ma Guojun accepted his fate, he saw Chen Yunyun pulling Wang Yuhe toward Jiang Nian. He froze, then couldn't help laughing.

Chen Yunyun had a good relationship with Jiang Nian and often hung out with him.

He knew this well.

Though good things come in pairs, Jiang Nian probably wasn't enjoying this either.

Then he saw Zhang Ningzhi pulling Yao Bei Bei over too.

Ma Guojun was stunned. Wait… did the whole little group just isolate him and Li Hua? He turned to Li Hua and saw that the mildly retarded Li Hua was also staring blankly.

"Fuck, Li Hua, say something!"

Li Hua watched helplessly as three groups of girls ran toward Jiang Nian, furious. He bit his sleeve and muttered.

"Motherfucker, the wound of betrayal never heals!"

Everything happened in an instant; neither knew what to do.

Since students could form small groups to cross the Longmen together, each class's lineup was in chaos. For example, the class couples had already paired up.

The originally gender-separated lines had been completely mixed.

Now, Jiang Nian was out of the question.

The Guobao trio had fallen!

Ma Guojun felt numb. He turned to Li Hua. "What do we do now?"

"Wrong. Not 'we'—it's what you do," Li Hua flicked a delicate finger. "I'm a one-meter-fifty little loli with beast ears."

"Just join them."

"Are you fucking insane?" Ma Guojun was speechless.

"Beast ears loli? Where? Where?" Tao Ran, wearing rimless glasses, looked like a refined scholar. "I heard it—where?"

Li Hua flicked his finger again. "That's me."

"Fucking hell, you sick pervert," Tao Ran exploded, cursing as he walked off.

"You guys are all the same—big brother doesn't scold second brother, all of you are fucking crazy." Ma Guojun gave up and looked for someone to team up with—toward the equally retarded Nie Qiqi.

Cai Xiaoqing had long abandoned her, leaving Qi Xiaohu raging helplessly.

Jiang Nian was stunned, staring at the six girls beside him.

Add him, and they'd be seven dwarfs—too many even for a tour bus.

The homestay owner would ask, "How many?"

Answer: …

Anyway, there's no room.

Naturally, seven people couldn't cross the Longmen simultaneously. It was hard to photograph, and who wants to be the background in such a big moment?

Jiang Nian didn't want it—he'd rather stand on the sidelines.

If there were a sewer route, he'd crawl through it to cross the Longmen.

Xiao Zhenan Middle School had no real school beauties or idols, but if he crossed the Longmen alone with six girls, he'd become everyone's gossip.

He looked at Li Qingrong beside him, Chen Yunyun, and later Zhang Ningzhi.

He had too many friends, but then again—

A friend's friend isn't my friend.

Wang Yuhe, Yao Bei Bei, and Cai Xiaoqing—brought along temporarily—no, Cai Xiang followed the monitor willingly. These three had nothing to do with him.

"A Cheng, did you see that?" Lin Dong, dressed in a small suit, tapped Sun Zhicheng's shoulder. "You know what I mean—turn back before it's too late."

Sun Zhicheng looked confused at Lin Dong.

"I don't understand…"

"Do you really need to understand?" Lin Dong stood beside Sun Zhicheng at the edge of the track.

The crowd around them was noisy; no one would overhear.

"Bro Dong, you don't get it," Sun Zhicheng just smiled.

He looked toward Chen Yunyun's direction, thinking: Bro Dong may call himself an expert, but he's only free in the virtual world—he doesn't understand real-world rules.

Just like online chatting—he can come and go as he pleases.

Liking something doesn't mean you must possess it immediately. Life is a seventy-year journey. Why suffer over tiny gains and losses?

So regarding his pursuit of Chen Yunyun, he firmly believed that distance reveals a horse's strength; who knows what the future holds—perhaps they won't end up together after all.

Previously, I held all the advantages, but carelessly slipped into a disadvantageous position. Now the roles have reversed—Jiang Nian is the defender, and the victor is still uncertain.

Along the way, besides pursuing Chen Yunyun, I could also pursue others.

Just keep it secret—it doesn't matter at all.

So, I'm the one who won.

Lin Dong saw that Sun Zhicheng's face showed not a trace of sorrow or pain, but faint amusement. He shivered involuntarily, thinking: Ah Cheng has gone mad.

Done for. Couldn't save it.

Since Class Three was the lead class for the Olympiad track, the Zero Class, combining arts and sciences, totaled only four classes. And with few students, it was soon their turn.

The students of Class Three quickly formed teams, in groups of two or three.

Old Liu stood beside the grade coordinator Ji Ming, holding up an Apple phone, grinning as he filmed the Longmen. He had mentioned before that he would photograph and video the class activities.

He would compile them into an electronic memoir after their Gaokao, so if they ever wanted to print photos or use video footage later,

they could contact him—he'd send them privately.

From this, Old Liu, though he never hid his desire for advancement, still had a human touch—everyone has their own aspirations.

Advancement, for Old Liu, was like cultivation,

merely escaping the school system might take a lifetime; the county party committee... was even more unreachable, with not a shred of hope.

But how can you know the joy of a fish? Immortal Dao is eternal only as a blessing—it inspired people like Old Liu to keep their heads down and push forward relentlessly.

At the very least, constant advancement meant life and circumstances would always improve compared to before.

He turned to look at Ji Ming, his face nearly beaming off.

"Coordinator Ji, it's our class's turn soon."

Ji Ming shot Old Liu a warning glance—he knew this guy was showing off.

In the senior grade team, performance still ruled. The Zero Class and Olympiad Class were the bedrock for undergraduate admission rates, first-tier university admission rates, and the number of students accepted into elite universities.

As for Tsinghua-Peking seeds, they were the crown jewels. Even C9 university seeds were no small matter.

And Class Three's Olympiad class had exactly one such seed—the class monitor.

Logically, Li Qingrong should have been promoted to the Zero Class. But due to some long-standing, petty issues, this treasure ended up in Liu Liangsong's hands.

Based on the overall performance of Class Three's Olympiad track, after next summer's Gaokao,

once results came out, Liu Liangsong wouldn't need to do a thing—he'd become head of the Chinese department. After a couple years of seasoning, he could enter the Academic Affairs Office as an assistant.

Truly... lucky.

In an instant, Ji Ming withdrew his gaze.

"The students of Class Three have excellent demeanor, Teacher Liu, your teaching is commendable."

Hearing this, Old Liu's face remained unchanged, but inwardly he felt a flicker of pride.

His students were decent enough—at least they didn't stir up trouble like those in Class Four. Word was, Class Four constantly fought, yelling nonstop.

"Coordinator, you flatter me—those little rascals are rare if they don't cause trouble in a day."

The first pair from Class Three had passed through the Longmen. Old Liu snapped to attention, holding his phone to record, grinning at the screen.

The students of Class Three passed through the Longmen in groups of two or three.

The first pair were girls. Old Liu didn't remember them well—they were both quiet, never speaking up in class.

If he had to write a comment, it would be: You are a lively and lovely girl... united with classmates, respectful to teachers, clever and quick-witted.

The second pair to pass were a mixed trio of two genders, with two being romantic partners. If they were same-sex partners, his job as homeroom teacher would be over.

His assessment: I don't want to lose anyone from my class, nor do I want to gain anyone.

As long as the young couple were timid and avoided trouble, Old Liu wouldn't go out of his way to bother them—maybe one day they'd even invite him to their wedding.

Verified: young lovers and male best friends.

The third pair to pass were Liu Yang and two female classmates along with a male classmate. The fourth was Tao Ran—huh? Why is he walking through the Longmen alone?

Walking alone, why is he holding onto thin air?

Old Liu's expression changed—he wondered if this kid had attracted some foul spirit? But how could something so fierce appear in broad daylight?

Next came the mighty General Monster and the tiny Sergeant Monster.

The Zero Class's academic elites who had already passed the Longmen didn't disperse—they stayed to watch. Partly because Class Three had high looks.

When Yang Qiming and Huang Cailang passed through the Longmen, the elites' cheers reached their peak.

"Holy shit! General Monster!!"

"General Monster!!!"

Someone raised both hands above his head, tears of excitement streaming down. Damn it—the era of extreme acts hadn't ended yet; the arts were making a comeback!

When Yu Zhiyi and Zhou Yuting passed through the Longmen, they too drew loud cheers.

"Help me—I'm dizzy, the Longmen's so big!"

"Holy shit, are you really bleeding from your nose?"

"Film it, film it!"

"The qipao is truly top-tier—I still prefer this style."

Old Liu sighed inwardly: they're all my students. Chasing external beauty isn't wrong—as long as their grades are good enough.

Lin Dong and Sun Zhicheng's group of four boys in their suit jackets also drew many glances—walking together in a row, they looked surprisingly mature.