Chapter 37: Who Shouted

"Zhizhi, why is your face so red?" Yao Bei Bei asked curiously.

"N-no, it's nothing." Zhang Ningzhi fanned herself with her hand. "Running drills was too hot."

"True, right now I just want to go home and blast the AC." Yao Bei Bei said, worthy of the pride of yellow-skinned women, "Baby, you....... don't sweat?"

Zhang Ningzhi wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into; she never wore clothes that showed off her figure. Unable to withstand Yao Bei Bei's curiosity, within a few days her measurements had all been found out.

"Beibei, stop talking, I can't understand you."

Finally, it was almost Class Three's turn.

Jiang Nian was still chatting with Li Hua and Ma Guojun, originally talking about games. No one knows who dropped a line about what websites were good-looking; suddenly the vibe went off the rails.

"Sigh, a lot of websites won't load on my iPhone." Ma Guojun sighed, then turned to ask Jiang Nian, "Hey, you got an iPhone?"

Jiang Nian thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "I behave myself."

Ma Guojun: "........"

Play fewer dead memes, kid, they'll dock your pay.

Big Fatty was a bit speechless. "Bro, can you be a little more aloof, stop being so abstract. Making dead memes every day, what a waste of that good-looking face."

He found Jiang Nian was way too much of a menace—and could even be worse.

When it was Class Three's turn to dismiss and head back to the classroom, a sparse crowd shuffled toward the exit. Students from three classes mixed together on the stairs, looking like a dense mass from afar.

The Science Olympiad classes weren't far apart; Xu Qianqian's class was just ahead of Jiang Nian's.

The two groups converged, and Xu Qianqian was holding hands with Song Xiyun. Suddenly she felt her head get lightly patted, and instinctively turned her head to look—it was a familiar face.

The tender stirring of youth spread across this wall-side staircase of the ivy-covered playground, until........

Jiang Nian: "Ribbit!"

Xu Qianqian's composure shattered in an instant, her face flushing red. "Get lost!"

"Ribbit!" Jiang Nian walked away grinning. "Ribbit."

Song Xiyun had become completely desensitized to Jiang Nian; during the National Day holiday she'd helped him copy English homework for two hours, her hand going numb from writing, yet she had no choice but to listen to him.

"Qianqian, what are you guys talking about?"

When this meme belonged only to the two of them, to avoid further embarrassment, Xu Qianqian could only quickly recover her composure and casually fabricate an excuse.

"Don't mind him, his brain got fried when he was little. Whenever he has an episode he runs around calling me 'mama,' I couldn't stand it so I grabbed a frog and stuffed it in his mouth—now he's got aftereffects."

"He doesn't call me 'mama' anymore, it's 'ribbit' now."

Song Xiyun didn't understand, but was greatly shocked. Wait... you guys played that kind of twisted stuff as kids?

Before entering the classroom.

Jiang Nian patted Zhang Ningzhi's shoulder. "When class starts, lend me your math workbook (review book) to copy."

Almost instantly, the panel dinged and popped up: 【Quest: Re-establish contact with ex-girlfriend Zhang Ningzhi, lost for many years. Reward: 300 RMB (Completed).】

"Okay, but isn't the next class English?" Zhang Ningzhi asked curiously.

"So what's the problem?" Jiang Nian felt no pressure at all, instead looking puzzled. "There's so much homework, isn't this only natural?"

There was so much math homework, and he'd already memorized all the English. A little NTR-ing of the English teacher was no big deal.

In English class.

The weather is unpredictable; if you walk by the river often, how can your shoes not get wet?

"Jiang Nian! Come up to the podium and translate this reading comprehension." The English teacher stared with an expressionless face, sizing him up with a scrutinizing gaze.

You little punk, trying to NTR, huh?

Reading comprehension? Where? On the book, or on a test paper, or on some unknown little workbook? Jiang Nian's face was blank, and he instinctively looked at his seatmate Li Hua.

Oh, so it's in *Dragon Raja III: Black Moon Tide*, we're all little monsters..... can't hold back that smirk, right? Go ahead and laugh, but when you kiss Herzog's snake at the Crimson Well you won't be laughing anymore.

Li Hua couldn't be relied on.

The moment Jiang Nian slowly stood up, he glanced back and saw Ma Guojun had put away his chemistry homework. Good, good, good—all society's elite.

So the top students of the Olympiad class are also this trashy—truly an eye-opener.

Every day after class it's just folding this and folding that, making weird noises with their mouths. While enjoying themselves immensely, they keep inviting new harem members to join.

The EQ bro reads Dragon Raja, the uncultured bro writes chemistry—good, good, good. Without you guys, Olympiad Class Three would be no different from the sports world losing Stephen Hawking.

Only one choice remained.

Baby Zhizhi, you don't want the English teacher to catch me copying your math review book, right? Exposed in front of the whole class—a journey of shame.

He looked at Zhang Ningzhi; Zhizhi had already scooted aside, revealing an English reading-comprehension test paper, Section B, filled with answers. He immediately got the picture.

This was a small test paper the English teacher had handed out yesterday—four reading-comprehension passages she'd ctrl+T'd from god knows where. Once you knew the source, it was easy.

He casually rummaged through his desk and—haha—not a single word written.

"Get up here! What are you spacing out for!" The English teacher kept a stern face, thinking to herself: I'm a pure-love shipper, I hate NTR the most—and you dare do other homework right in front of me?

Zhuang Wenqian was wearing a pale-yellow dress; she was fairly young, twenty-eight with a kid. A delicate, pretty young woman, she'd even brought her child to play in the class during evening self-study.

Because she had a good temper, no one in the class was afraid of her; her nickname was Qian Bao.

Jiang Nian shuffled out, and the moment he reached the podium, Qian Bao noticed his test paper was blank. She was instantly furious, her brows furrowing, but she didn't blow up right away.

"Why didn't you do the test paper?"

"Teacher, I couldn't find my test paper." Jiang Nian was unflustered. "This is my seatmate Li Hua's—he was trying to hide it, but I found it."

Down below, Li Hua couldn't sit still. "Slander! He's slandering me!"

Qian Bao put her hands on her hips. "Then where's your test paper?"

Hearing that, Li Hua's face instantly stiffened. If only he could start over......

His paper was also blank.

Last night he'd asked Jiang Nian if he was going to do it, and Jiang Nian had looked at him with utter disdain: Foreigners, death! Who in their right mind writes that stuff? You writing it? I'm definitely not writing it.

To this, Li Hua nodded in deep agreement.

Bro, I've been writing essays for the United Nations and all kinds of foreign friends since elementary school. Why bother with a tiny English homework assignment? Might as well watch Enri.

Same, I'm not doing it either.

The scene turned awkward, and Qian Bao got even angrier.

"Look at you guys! Does that even make sense?"

Yu Tongjie, seated in his seat in the first group, looked up at Jiang Nian on the podium. Almost without warning, he suddenly turned to ask the girl sitting next to him.

"Do you know how many points Jiang Nian scored on the English placement test?"

The girl next to him got startled. She and Yu Tongjie barely had any common topics. She was used to their dynamic of Yu Tongjie loudly answering questions in class and silently reading during breaks.

Faced with this sudden attempt at conversation, she didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Yu Tongjie didn't mind when she didn't say anything, and suddenly started egging things on.

"Teacher, Jiang Nian scored 141 on the last exam. Even if he doesn't do it, he should be able to pull it off."

As soon as the words fell, the classroom instantly went silent, and the girl sitting next to him looked completely dumbfounded.

No way, everyone's watching cute Qian Bao getting mad.

You shout "Battle Qi, Third Segment"?