Chapter 355: If she wants it, you just give it?

During the morning exercise break between classes, Jiang Nian wandered up to the third floor.

Lucky timing — he bumped right into the two girls at the stairwell entrance.

To be precise, the three of them were squeezed together by the crowd like a cargo crate of sardines.

Jiang Nian was in front, and he could feel a small hand pressed against his back, keeping her from bumping into him — chest to chest. Wait, no.

Front chest pressed against his back.

He struggled to turn his head toward Xiao Song and Xu Qianqian, and spoke in the tone of a refined young gentleman.

"Who just touched me? You're coming with me to the police station."

"Are you sick?" Xu Qianqian was done with him. She shot him a look. "Who'd want to touch you? If you don't want to take the stairs, you can jump down."

Xiao Song, purely riding on someone else's coattails, actually nodded along.

"Exactly."

Jiang Nian's electronics factory guaranteed-admission plan hadn't even gotten off the ground before it was strangled to death in the cradle by bad reviews, leaving him utterly depressed.

He abruptly changed the subject and asked directly.

"Do you want to go get a checkup?"

The two girls looked over. After a brief exchanged glance, Song Xiyun instantly realized he was asking her.

After all, she was the only one who'd been on an IV drip — and at midnight, no less.

"No need, really. My illness is all better."

Hearing that, Xu Qianqian glanced at Song Xiyun. She also felt her illness had been a bit strange — a sudden high fever that just wouldn't break.

"How about going to get it checked this weekend?"

"No need, it's such a waste of money." Song Xiyun refused softly, a faint warmth in her heart. "Really, I'm all better now."

Seeing her insist, Xu Qianqian didn't press further. She figured maybe it really was just a minor cold — the odds of anything serious were too low.

Jiang Nian didn't ask either. He headed down the stairs, waved at the third-year high school floor, parted ways with the two girls, and walked into the sunlight.

Logically speaking, this matter should have been kept from Xu Qianqian.

But on second thought, no matter what plan he made — spending a ton of energy on it — if someone saw through it, he'd just be a complete clown.

Besides, he might not even pull it off, and even if he did, it'd be like using an anti-aircraft gun to swat a mosquito.

Better to just ask straight out. Song Xiyun would refuse anyway. Next time, he'd just catch her randomly and let her keep it to herself.

No plan is the best plan.

If asked, it was just a whim — happened to have a free checkup opportunity, didn't want to waste it, bring your ID and go to the hospital.

On the sports field, a bright winter day.

"Holy shit, the report cards are already out?" Yang Qiming charged ahead from the back row to the front. "Class rep, for real?"

"That fast?" Liu Yang voiced his doubt.

"Mm." Tao Ran, the Minister of Rites, nodded and shouted over the thundering march. "I saw them in the office."

"Then we gotta give them a proper appraisal." Lin Dong sped up to the front. "Next period's English class, I'm going through everyone's scores one by one."

"Let's see yours." Li Hua also left the formation, and the boys' ranks instantly fell apart. "What's your total?"

"Just over 580, why?" Lin Dong looked at him. "What'd you get?"

Li Hua ran and bounced along, the corners of his mouth nearly splitting up to the sky.

"Hand over the math class rep seat to me."

"Dammit, I'll kill you!" Lin Dong snapped, throwing a punch. "Fuck your dad, you animal — don't run!"

Li Hua ran gleefully and darted straight into Class 2's formation.

Jiang Nian, bored out of his mind, trailed at the very back of Class 3's running formation, waving his arms listlessly, wondering what to eat for lunch.

His gaze swept past the ring of people at the edge of the track — the "sick folks" who'd excused themselves from the run — and met Yu Zhiyi's eyes.

Since Yu Zhiyi's running sounded like thump-thump-thump, she simply skipped the run with one excuse or another.

Old Liu, seeing Yu Zhiyi's grades were stable, just let her be. He didn't like going against students either — a man of the middle way.

Pride brings loss, humility brings gain.

Even though Yu Tongjie had been swapped out, he didn't feel much about it. He already had Li Qingrong — he couldn't hog everything, could he?

In short, the students were his foundation. Though he was wholeheartedly pursuing progress, he wouldn't forget righteousness for the sake of small gains.

Precisely because of this, Class 3, for all its absurdity, still had class cohesion.

Jiang Nian looked away from Yu Zhiyi, thinking to himself: how is this person just like Old Liu, always thinking about getting ahead.

She might as well write on her face: I want it! Biology class rep!

Trying to steal Qingbao's spotlight — palace drama, is it?

To that, Jiang Nian really didn't have much confidence.

After all, he never watched palace dramas — he couldn't outscheme women. If Yu Zhao Yi rose to power, what would happen to him, the Imperial Consort Nian?

But since he'd agreed, the matter still had to be handled.

The conditions were, after all, quite tempting.

"School Locked Pearl Curtain," "Schemes of the Handsome," "Chronicles of Consort Nian," "Nian Nian's Strategy," "School" — all currently airing hot.

Seeing the run was almost over, Jiang Nian planned to pick up the pace.

He'd just barely overtaken the elementary schooler when Wang Yuhe instantly caught up again.

Jiang Nian's face was pure confusion. What kind of idiot is this? Already this old, still fighting over something so childish.

He chuckled, sped up to overtake Wang Yuhe, and added a curse for good measure.

"The loser shrinks three centimeters in height next year."

Chen Yunyun: "."

Wang Yuhe bit the hook in an instant and sprinted forward with all his might. The two of them chased each other, and the already messy formation fell apart completely.

On the left, Lin Dong — that five-hundred-point wild dog — was chasing Li Hua; on the right, Wang Yuhe, like an elementary schooler, was chasing Jiang Nian, stretching the line thin.

As the few of them brawled, the classes in front were also scattered.

As expected, the competition classes were severely criticized by the grade-level director.

Xie Zhihao was wearing a smartwatch today, one he could even play Honor of Kings on. He was confident he could outshine everyone.

Unfortunately, during the first two periods, everyone was drowsy and no one admired his smartwatch.

When it was time for the running exercise, he deliberately rolled up his sleeves. While running, the smartwatch on his wrist gleamed dazzlingly in the sunlight.

A few people had already noticed him, but the spotlight was suddenly snatched away by Jiang Nian, who darted out of nowhere.

He was furious, feeling wronged inside!

What's the difference between a flex that won't land and a plane that stalls halfway and explodes on the male actor's face!

However, during the break after third period.

When Xie Zhihao planned to keep showing off, he found no one paying him any attention. He turned his head and saw everyone at the door looking at the score sheet.

He felt deflated, so he squeezed over as well.

From a distance, he heard someone exclaiming, "Holy crap, Jiang Nian broke six hundred? 616 at that — how is that even possible?"

"He got 590 last time, so it's normal for him to improve a bit."

"Damn, I'm gonna have to call him 'master' now."

"Looks like I have to come out of retirement — the beast-eared girl stuff can wait. From now on, I'm focusing all my energy on studying."

"Class rep, give it a rest."

Chen Yunyun looked up, watching Jiang Nian's rising scores. Her eyes narrowed slightly, happier than if she herself had scored high.

She turned to look at Jiang Nian and smiled.

"You scored really high."

Jiang Nian glanced at her and asked.

"Higher than you? Can you make a wish and let me score higher than you next time?"

Chen Yunyun immediately fell silent, thinking to herself — how can this person lie about everything except this one thing?

"Can't."

"So realistic, holy crap." Jiang Nian thought for a moment, then said, "Then if I give you 16 points, wouldn't you be able to break 650?"

Hearing this, Chen Yunyun still shook her head.

"Then no need either."

Jiang Nian took it as a joke — how could anyone refuse free points? Of course, if someone really gave him points, he wouldn't want them either. After school at noon.

Another crowd gathered around the score sheet, blocking the way out of the classroom; passersby walked and looked at the same time.

"Isn't the class monitor's score insane? He's severed all eras."

"Didn't they say big exams are generally harder? How can someone keep doing better? And those girls' individual subject scores are ridiculous too."

"Biology first place is still Jiang Nian — is this even human?" Lin Dong sighed. "The biology class rep even quit."

"I say, could it be that Jiang Nian took over the biology class rep position?"

"Hard to say — his English score is in a league of its own." Liu Yang looked in a certain direction. "Could the English class rep also—"

Zhao Hao, the English class rep in the crowd, saw everyone looking at him. His face changed instantly; he could barely hold it together.

"Where's Jiang Nian? That bastard scored so high — already a six-hundred-point overachiever."

In the crowd, Sun Zhicheng's heart sank a few more degrees.

Not seeing Jiang Nian lose points was one thing, but how could someone's scores keep rising? If this kept up, he might really catch up to the class monitor.

Please... bookmark... 6191 Book... Bar!

Sun Zhicheng wished Jiang Nian and the class monitor would get together, but he never expected their grades to be close too — were they really going to get into the same college?

If that day really came, he definitely wouldn't be happy.

Cafeteria.

When Xie Zhihao sourly delivered the news to the brother and sister across from him, the younger brother Xu Yuanshan instinctively felt indignant.

"Just barely over six hundred — what's so strange about that?"

Hearing this, Xu Shuang stopped her chopsticks.

Her pale face lifted; she glanced at her brother and frowned slightly.

"He's not even competing with you."

The two siblings were close in age — the older sister Xu Shuang was just born a year earlier. She had repeated first grade as a child, which is why she was in the same year as her brother.

That memory had long since faded; she only remembered that quite a few people had repeated first grade.

Therefore, compared to her troublemaker younger brother Xu Yuanshan, Xu Shuang was relatively more mature mentally and better at handling people.

"Tch, he can't compete with me either." A hint of superiority crossed Xu Yuanshan's face. "Sis, our target is Li Qingrong."

Xu Shuang frowned; she felt she could use Jiang Nian to spur her brother on and take some edge off him.

"He's improving — don't you feel any sense of crisis at all?"

"No matter how much he improves, it's still just barely over six hundred." Xu Yuanshan was a bit displeased, feeling his sister was deliberately putting him down.

Usually using Li Qingrong as an example to motivate him was one thing, but today bringing up Jiang Nian with his barely-over-six-hundred — what was the logic?

"Sis, you think that highly of this Jiang Nian?" The more Xu Yuanshan thought about it, the angrier he got; the resentment he'd been bottling up on ordinary days was getting hard to suppress.

"It's not because he's good-looking that you're sticking up for him, is it?"

"Nonsense!" Xu Shuang's face reddened slightly; instinctively she also felt angry. "Say one more word and get out."

Xu Yuanshan thought eating outside would be more comfortable. "Fine, I'm leaving!"

Xie Zhihao watched the two siblings arguing, completely dumbfounded. After Xu Yuanshan really left, he felt even more awkward.

He had wanted to say something to liven up the atmosphere, but the moment he saw Xu Shuang's gentle profile.

He thought again of Xu Yuanshan's words, and the more he thought about it, the more sense it made. Girls sometimes only look at the face, maybe it's really

Thinking of this, Xie Zhihao couldn't help but say.

"That Jiang Nian's character isn't great. I saw him chatting and laughing with a few girls, oh right, and with that Li Qingrong too."

After he finished speaking, he had expected to get Xu Shuang's agreement.

But contrary to his expectations, Xu Shuang just looked at him coldly. Her expression was frosty, and a flash of displeasure crossed her eyes.

"Does he also gossip about people behind their backs?"

Xie Zhihao's face turned awkward, and he scratched his head.

"This—"

Outside the cafeteria.

After lunch, Jiang Nian swaggered toward the Gao San building with a bottle of Sprite. But he saw a guy who looked like he'd been hanged carrying food out of the cafeteria.

"Damn, living quite the life, huh? Even brought out a picnic."

After going upstairs.

The classroom still had barely anyone in it, but he noticed that within a few minutes, someone came holding a biology problem to ask him.

"Jiang Nian, can you do this problem?"

He froze for a moment, scanned the problem, then said hesitantly.

"I guess so."

After a rapid-fire explanation, that person took the test paper and left, sighing.

"Awesome, truly worthy of being biology's number one."

Jiang Nian was embarrassed by the words, thinking to himself that this sudden flattery was a bit much, but it did sound quite pleasant.

Number one in biology, feels pretty good.

Those who praise me in the marketplace get one slap each.

But just a few minutes later, he noticed someone coming with a math problem to ask him. Jiang Nian couldn't quite figure it out, so he looked in the mirror.

"Why are you looking in the mirror?" the girl asked.

"Nothing, just felt like I've gotten a little more handsome lately." Jiang Nian said without blushing, putting down the mirror. "Come on, let's start solving!"

"You really did get a little more handsome." the girl said softly with a red face, then added, "I mean your temperament."

Jiang Nian suddenly realized, thinking to himself, holy crap.

Did she just—

You freaking—! Even in crazy romance fantasies, no one would self-insert as a low-scoring stray dog. They purely like the high-scorers, what sapiosexual.

Jiang Nian paused, then couldn't help but look up and ask.

"What about Li Hua?"

The girl was instantly stumped, thinking carefully for a moment.

"He has no temperament."

Jiang Nian's face was about to split from laughing, grinning as he helped the girl with the problem. After five minutes of explanation, he calculated the answer to be one-half.

"Easy!" He tossed his pen onto the desk.

The girl glanced at the answer, completely baffled.

"But the answer is square root of 2."

After Jiang Nian sent the girl off with an embarrassed face, Chen Yunyun walked in right as the lunch break bell rang.

She had just sat down in Wu Jungu's seat when she suddenly said.

"Helping people with problems?"

"Huh?" Jiang Nian looked up, wary. "Don't talk nonsense, she just passed by and casually asked one question."

"Oh, she asks and you explain?" Chen Yunyun's attack power greatly increased.

"We're all classmates, if they ask, I explain." Jiang Nian responded easily. "Is there anything you don't understand? I can explain it for you."

Chen Yunyun was ultimately soft-hearted, and didn't have the nerve to keep pressing, so she could only say.

"My score is higher than yours."

The smile instantly vanished from Jiang Nian's face, his gaze suddenly lingering on her slender, fair neck, where a faint blush appeared.

Like the color of peach jelly, it made him hungry.

Slurp slurp.

No more pretending, actually I'm a vampire.

Having been on Earth this long, I suddenly feel like drinking blood.

Forgot yesterday was Minor Cold, finished a chapter at 4 AM, took a shower and caught a cold.

Any missed updates will be made up. Today my condition while sick is average, didn't finish chapter two, got up at 6 AM to finish it before posting.

Begging for some monthly tickets.

(End of this chapter)