Chapter 333: A Typical Simp

"I'll save you from the fire and the water."

"Thanks, but where did the fire and water come from? Do you have any leads?"

"?" Jiang Nian typed a question mark and replied, "Don't say things I don't understand. Lure Liu Feipeng out tomorrow."

"What are you going to do?"

"What does it have to do with you? Just do your job." Jiang Nian replied, "The usual place. You said we'd meet up before the joint exam."

Zhou Yuting's hand paused, not quite used to such an overbearing Jiang Nian.

"What if I can't get him to come out?"

Jiang Nian: "(smile) I don't care."

In an instant, Zhou Yuting's face went pale, thinking to herself this guy really has something wrong with him. The subtext was simply: whoever he takes it out on, it makes no difference.

But then again, a fellow Daoist dies, not one's own.

Tap tap tap, she typed out a reply.

"I turned Liu Feipeng down before, but I promise I'll do my best to get him to come out."

Send.

A few minutes passed, and the other side still hadn't replied.

In the classroom, Zhou Yuting sat restless. She stared at her phone screen and bit her nails for a while, frowning. After a few more minutes, she added another line.

"You attacked them, so you're not allowed to attack me, okay. (awkward)"

However, after a few more minutes, there was still no reply from Jiang Nian.

After fidgeting anxiously for a while, her phone buzzed.

Jiang Nian: "(smile)."

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Evening self-study.

Yang Qiming was distracted, lying on his desk tearing paper. The rip-rip sound drew the attention of zero people in the classroom.

He felt a bit awkward and tore hard.

Rip!

Zhou Yuting was done. She was in the middle of messaging to lure Liu Feipeng. Her tactical thinking in her head was rudely interrupted by Yang Qiming.

"What are you doing?"

The question hit exactly what Yang Qiming wanted, and he lowered his voice.

"I'm in love again."

Hearing this, a numb look flashed across Zhou Yuting's face for a moment, and she forced out a smile.

"Congratulations."

But she couldn't laugh inside. Instead she couldn't help complaining. What the hell, every couple of days he's in love again.

Even rabbits aren't as eager as you.

But speaking of which, Jiang Nian does fall in love pretty often. Who knows, one day there might be one more person in the class — the new classmate, Number Zero!

Hey, why doesn't the new classmate ever talk?

Is he naturally cold?

At the same time, Zhou Yuting also noticed that the boys in this class were a bit strange. They were both lecherous and, often showing off in front of the girls.

For example, while walking along.

The boy in front would suddenly do a fake between-the-legs crossover, then flash a sunny smile and stroll off to the side.

Jiang Nian was different — a pure simp.

To be fair, Yu Zhiyi isn't exactly a good person either, is she? Her attitude toward her and her attitude toward himself are worlds apart.

Hey, why am I suddenly thinking of Jiang Nian?

Hate hate hate, damn it, after this job is done I'll stay far away from him. What shitty luck, I'll cut him off clean from now on!

At her ear came again the sound of Yang Qiming going into heat.

"Want QQ, don't want QQ, want QQ..."

Hearing this, Zhou Yuting was dumbfounded.

You don't even have a way to contact her, and you're already in love? Does your love spread by spores? That's just too cringe!

Beside her, Huang Cailang chimed in at just the right moment.

"Brother Yang can do it."

Hearing this, Yang Qiming turned his head, eyes brimming with tears.

"Good brother!"

Zhou Yuting: "....... You don't even know her name and you're already in love?"

Yang Qiming froze, thought hard for a moment, then said, "She's different."

"Huh?" Yu Zhiyi heard the commotion, turned to glance at Yang Qiming, and giggled, "How is she different?"

Yang Qiming thought for a while, frowning.

"Really good-looking."

"Ha, then is she better-looking than me?" Yu Zhiyi asked with a smile, not because she was interested in him, just pure showing off.

If you don't show off in life, then life has no meaning.

However, Yang Qiming nodded.

"Indeed, a little better-looking than you."

Cough cough cough!!

Zhou Yuting couldn't hold it in, and with a puff, her laughter turned into a violent coughing fit. Her face flushed red from coughing, and she didn't dare look at her good bestie at all.

Yu Zhiyi's face went dark, and she shot him a glare before turning back around.

"Tch."

Zhou Yuting came back to her senses, feeling a bit awkward. So she couldn't help but change the subject, opening her mouth to ask her silly deskmate.

"Cough, do you know which class she's from?"

"The liberal arts class. I was taili..:.. no, I saw her go in from 501." Yang Qiming had already started wildly fantasizing.

On the other side, Sun Zhicheng couldn't help but sneer upon hearing this. "This is a typical case of someone, stimulated by his ex-girlfriend, no longer being able to tell reality from fantasy."

The two groups were neighbors to begin with, not far apart. Sun Zhicheng's voice wasn't loud, but it reached Yang Qiming's ears clearly.

The latter instantly flew into a rage—his ex-girlfriend was his reverse scale! With a boom, he stood up directly, pointing at Sun Zhicheng and shouting loudly.

"Say that one more time, you bastard!"

Half the class turned their heads, faces full of worry.

"Why are they fighting again?"

"I love watching people fight, go at it."

"Throw the instigator out, are you even human!"

Jiang Nian didn't turn around; he was still working on problems. He'd been very busy this week, so he had to especially set aside a lot of time to do things—not just the goal of breaking into the 600-point realm, but also... letting out a breath of pent-up frustration.

To be honest, he wasn't the type to hold grudges. It had only been 128 days since he was mocked by Liu Feipeng and his crew during summer break.

If we want to be more precise, it was 128 days, 22 hours...:.. 24 minutes.

Is being this petty? Isn't that disgusting?

Yes.

You're great, you're noble, do you know I'm over here cursing—wrong script.

In short, what Jiang Nian wanted wasn't a huge scene, crying and screaming.

"Why?!" "Why bully me?!" "Give me an explanation!" "I'm done."

Nor was it scheming, finding people to set up a trap.

He wanted to bow his back like a rainbow, his sword shining through frost, riding the autumn wind out of Xianyang.

Bully them back!

The only difference was that offense and defense had switched places.

The classroom was noisy and chaotic, but it couldn't shake Jiang Nian's determination to avenge himself. A person lives to fight for a single breath of pride—fuck it.

Just as before a great battle, one needs a sacrifice to consecrate the flag.

Jiang Nian felt that his entry into the 600-point realm should have a sacrificial beast. Thinking it over, Zhou Yuting was no fun.

Among the batch that had humiliated him, the only ones he hadn't paid back were Liu Feipeng and his gang.

Strike back at the beasts, consecrate the flag.

After the second evening self-study session ended.

Yao Bei Bei ran to the front row to play with Zhang Ningzhi, and took the chance to glance at Jiang Nian working on problems. Her big eyes were full of confusion.

"What kind of shock did he get?"

"No shock, just purely sick in the head." Li Hua stood up, stretched lazily, "Little Jiang Nian, delusions of challenging the Heavenly Emperor."

"Who's the Heavenly Emperor?" Yao Bei Bei asked curiously.

However, her expression that didn't seem fake deeply stung Li Hua's pride, and he clutched his chest and said.

"Of course it's me! Isn't it obvious enough?!"

"Hahaha!" Yao Bei Bei laughed without holding back, pointing at Li Hua, "How many points did you even score, trash."

Nice roast, one-shot kill.

Li Hua's face turned bright red, and the whole person fell into a hysterical frenzy. He pointed at Yao Bei Bei, unable to speak.

"You—!"

"What? Did my words hurt you?" Yao Bei Bei patted Jiang Nian, "Lao Nian, say something fair."

Hearing this, Jiang Nian put down his pen.

"First of all, Huang Beibei, your words are wrong to begin with. 'Fair words' is typical gender discrimination—why not 'motherly words'?"

"What else could it be, a downer girl." Ma Guojun walked over.

Yao Bei Bei, pressed by the two of them trading barbs back and forth, could barely hold it in either, and opened her mouth to curse,

"Are you guys sick in the head?!"

"Triggered?" Jiang Nian laughed, gesturing for Ma Guojun to look quickly.

"Typical gender discrimination, don't play with her." Ma Guojun grinned, "We're definitely not little pussies like Li Hua."

The phrase "little pussies" made Jiang Nian crack up laughing.

Even Yao Bei Bei couldn't hold it in herself; she had originally wanted to pretend to be angry. But after building it up twice, she directly collapsed onto Baby Zhizhi and burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, Li Hua little.."

"Eat shit, eat shit!!" Someone got furious—do you know what kind of bullying I've been taking, "A bunch of dog shit!"

A youth's blushing face surpasses all profanity.

Jiang Nian and the others laughed in a heap, and the originator Ma Guojun was laughing so hard his face was about to split, only Baby Zhizhi was still bent over doing homework.

But as the saying goes, those who stay near ink get stained black—her shoulders, trembling slightly, still gave her away. "Xiaohongshu warning, one more shout and I'll get you suspended." Jiang Nian added another stab, directly making Li Hua so angry he overheated.

After school.

Jiang Nian received a message from Zhou Yuting, saying she had already made the appointment. At the KTV they had been to before, seven o'clock in the evening.

Zhou Yuting: "Tomorrow night, can you get the day off?"

Seeing this, a question mark couldn't help but pop up over Jiang Nian's head.

How is this person still concerned about his privacy? Was Zhou Yuting always this much of a buzzkill? He never noticed before.

In the hallway, he walked out along with the flow of people leaving evening self-study. One hand typed with a clatter, quickly replying, "As requested."

Zhou Yuting: "????"

Jiang Nian was about to head down to the third floor, so he stuffed his phone straight into his pocket. No chatting about Zhou Yuting on the way home—didn't want to be misunderstood.

If it's agreed, it's agreed. Stop yapping.

On the way home.

Xu Qianqian turned her head to glance at Jiang Nian, unable to hold back a yawn.

"So sleepy, going to bed early tonight."

Jiang Nian took the cue and yawned too, still keeping up the act.

"Me too. I accidentally fell asleep during evening self-study. Feels like I just can't perk up these past two days—my head's totally empty.

"It's fine, rest when you're tired." Xu Qianqian revealed an angelic smile. "Recharging is important too."

Jiang Nian nodded and stretched.

"Yeah, I think so too."

All the way, the two of them wore faces full of smiles. If there'd been anyone else around, they'd probably have been scared out of their wits—way too creepy late at night.

Mysterious smiles, one guy and one girl.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Another bout of involution, deadlocked.

Late at night, Jiang Nian glanced at his phone: 【Xu Qianqian is requesting a video call】.

His heart jolted. He rolled straight onto the bed, mussed up his hair, paused for a few seconds to compose himself, then tapped to accept the video. On screen, Xu Qianqian was lying in bed wearing pink pajamas.

"Did you just fall asleep?"

"Are you sick?" Jiang Nian was a bit annoyed and couldn't help retorting, "I was sleeping just fine, and you woke me up.

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"Oh oh, I just wanted to ask what time you're getting up tomorrow morning?"

"I'm cutting it close to get to school tomorrow." Jiang Nian was speechless.

"Oh oh, alright then." Xu Qianqian hung up the video, then immediately frowned. "Something's off. Jiang Nian's off."

She dragged the little bedside table over, threw a jacket on, turned on the light, and kept working on the test paper.

"Can't let my guard down."

Meanwhile, Jiang Nian tilted his head back and dripped two drops of eye drops into Ye Yanqing's eyes. He shook his head and kept burning the midnight oil.

"Just a little more to go. Science comprehensive 240, math 120, English 140, Chinese 111—charging forward."

Early the next morning,

The first thing Jiang Nian did upon waking was fumble for his phone. The harsh screen light flared on; he glanced at the time and got up.

Thursday. Let's go, let's go, let's go.

He muttered to himself: two days until the joint exam.

But today was destined to be especially busy. Not only did he have Subject One in the morning, he also had to go to the KTV at night to vent his frustrations.

Washing up—glug glug glug.

He tidied up and headed out, but at the corridor door he didn't see Xu Qianqian's shoes across the way. He froze on the spot.

No way, girl, you..

Kind of a buzzkill.

Twenty minutes later, Jiang Nian sat down in the classroom. He finished his daily thermos mission and put Li Hua's water card back in its place.

He had his own water card—he just liked using Li Hua's.

Then he'd hint at it on purpose, listening to someone's piercing shriek. Now that was the real deal—a true little snot.

Dawn broke, and the classroom gradually filled with people.

It happened to be Chinese morning self-study, so Jiang Nian smoothly asked Old Liu for an excuse slip. On the way back he stuffed it in his pocket, pretending nothing was up.

Just as he sat down, Zhang Ningzhi asked.

"Leaving after first period?"