Chapter 378: Find a Rich and Stupid One

Evening self-study, outside the corridor.

Jiang Nian carefully glanced at Qian Bao's phone screen and saw the score for Subject Two displayed as 100; he immediately widened his eyes in shock.

"Really?"

"Of course it's real. What's there to fake?"

Photo-shopped.

"You're so good with words." Qian Bao's cheerful tone vanished; she scowled, "Then you'll stand during self-study from now on!"

Jiang Nian looked unconcerned, but once inside, he was indeed made to stand.

He wasn't made to stand at the back of the classroom, but was ordered to stand beside the podium and write the test paper—the podium was low, forcing him to half-crouch, half-stand.

A smile doesn't disappear; it just moves.

He could no longer laugh; now it was Qian Bao's turn to enjoy the class, either posting on Moments or checking her score.

Fourth period evening self-study.

Qian Bao had gone home from work; Jiang Nian finally returned to his seat. Standing while working was tiring, but at least he'd finished the test paper.

This is the art of speaking.

Li Hua had already finished his homework and was watching Jiang Nian return to his seat, wearing that smug, smirking "Dragon Diagram" expression.

"Hah! Stupid dog deserves to die!"

Jiang Nian made a "8" gesture with his fingers, brushing it under his chin, and frowned.

"What are you mumbling?"

"Chishi."

Li Hua lost all strength and tactics, utterly crushed by the eight points. He collapsed face-down on the desk, then couldn't help asking.

"Are we practicing basketball the day after tomorrow?"

"Of course. Call Sun Zhicheng and the others." Jiang Nian didn't care much, "The skill gap is huge, but it's not like we have no chance."

"It's just wild punches knocking out the master—if you've got the stamina, you might just wear out their main players."

Hearing this, Li Hua fell into thought.

"Old Ma handles goalkeeping—so who's the forward?"

Jiang Nian smiled faintly, "You."

At this, Li Hua's face flushed red. He sheepishly scratched his head, his grin stretching nearly to his ears.

"Wait, this… isn't that a bit too much?"

Jiang Nian grinned, "You go out there, kick their main player out cold, get sent off, and our class's win rate jumps by half."

"Chishi! Chishi!" Li Hua snapped.

Descendant of the Wind God Leg, officially debuted.

Evening self-study dismissed.

Jiang Nian grabbed his bag and left the classroom, weaving through the crowded corridor downstairs.

Xu Qianqian was already waiting at the stairwell, tall and slender with a delicate face. When silent,

a hundred percent beautiful girl.

Too bad she had a mouth.

The girl tilted her head, shot a sharp glance at him, and held complete dominance in the exchange.

"You walk so slow—next time, rent a wheelchair."

"Can't afford it. Steal your dad's year-end bonus and buy me one." Jiang Nian's reply was as explosive as ever, "By the way,

here's something for you."

"What?" Xu Qianqian felt something lightly tap her head; she looked up to see Jiang Nian holding a meal card between his fingers.

"Meal card? Why give me this?"

Jiang Nian casually shoved the card into her hoodie hood and said offhandedly.

"After the joint exam, the school ran a 'Inspiration Star' contest. I improved two hundred points and won this as a prize."

"Ugh, you're such a nuisance." She scowled, pulling the card out of her hoodie hood, "I'm gonna punch you someday."

"Six hundred?" She toyed with the card in her hand, "First time I've seen a meal card with a fixed amount—and from the small cafeteria."

"Has the sun risen in the west?" Xu Qianqian eyed Jiang Nian skeptically, "No good deed comes without ulterior motives."

To be fair, the ancestor really saw clearly.

"Ahem, this card only works in the small cafeteria." Jiang Nian waved his hand, "I don't like eating there, so I might as well give it to you."

"If you don't want it, fine—I'll give it to someone else."

Hearing this, Xu Qianqian immediately stuffed the card into her pocket.

"Didn't say I didn't want it."

"I can eat with Xi Yun." She hesitated for a moment, "But… why are you being so nice?"

"Because I just love licking you." Jiang Nian hissed, his gaze fixed on Xu Qianqian's neck.

The girl shivered instantly—he truly meant "lick" literally.

In the physical sense, "lick."

Last time she lost a bet, he licked her neck; now he's giving her a meal card—does he plan to drag her into a kiss?

Xu Qianqian stepped several paces away from Jiang Nian; she wasn't flooded with hormones, so her mind was perfectly calm.

"Fine then. Remember to pay your tribute on time from now on."

She added two more sentences.

"I didn't force you—you did this willingly. I won't give you any sexy services, and you can't blackmail me."

"Besides, you mustn't give offerings to anyone else. Do you know how many people out there will take advantage? Only I won't harm you."

Tone it down, little fairy.

Faced with Xu Qianqian's such double standards, Jiang Nian could no longer hold his composure.

"What? Are you pulling PUA on me?"

On the way home, the streetlights glowed dim yellow.

Xu Qianqian whistled into the cold night wind, and hearing that, felt a twinge of guilt.

"Nope."

"Just take the card, bro, I've got you covered." Jiang Nian was a master of language, skillfully using the word "covered."

If he said "sponsoring," Xu Qianqian would definitely flip out.

I'll punch you again.

But the word "covered" is very bro-like—when you pay for meals, when you pay for internet, it's all bro stuff,

I "covered" it!

At this point, you should call him Dad, not say, "Tone down the Dad energy!"

Sure enough, Xu Qianqian always felt something was off. She silently thought this little brat definitely had no good intentions, but upon closer inspection, she couldn't find any flaw.

Besides, Jiang Nian was truly loyal—he always shared good things with her first.

Recalling summer days from childhood, she waited at the shady mouth of an alley. Jiang Nian ran toward her, clutching an ice pop.

With a sharp snap, the mung bean ice pop shattered, specks spraying onto her face.

Cool, slightly sweet.

Back then, the sky was still very blue, and Jiang Nian was still somewhat human.

"Then... I'll thank Xiao Yun on your behalf, and save a bit of money in the process." She pursed her lips,

smiling sweetly.

Jiang Nian instantly froze, easily hooked.

"Actually, I have another meal card—not restricted to any cafeteria. If you let me kiss you, I'll give it to you."

"Ew! Give it to someone else!" Xu Qianqian sneered.

"Then I'll give it to Song Xiyun." Jiang Nian shot her a glance, thinking, "Do you think she'd agree to kiss me?"

"Then try it," Xu Qianqian shot him a sidelong look.

Jiang Nian said nothing, then suddenly smiled.

That lecherous grin made Xu Qianqian inexplicably furious. She couldn't hold back and launched a flurry of punches and kicks at Jiang Nian.

But the force was barely enough to tickle.

He laughed.

Song Xiyun might actually go for it—should I trick her?

Back home, after washing up.

Jiang Nian sat at his desk, hair half-dry. On the desk under the lamp lay two meal cards, neatly aligned.

One was for Xiao Song; the other was also prepared for Xiao Song.

But he couldn't give them like this.

He planned to give Song Xiyun one first, then casually fish for more. If he got a kiss, it would be a bonus.

After giving it, he'd wait a day, then give Xu Qianqian one.

Is this card meant solely for me, or do all the other sisters get one too?

Infant.

After teasing Xu Qianqian, this card would reach Song Xiyun's hands—because Xu Qianqian was a wealthy woman, and extremely loyal to her girl friends.

The result: both girls shared one 600-yuan cafeteria card.

Song Xiyun received two cards, while Xu Qianqian gained the power of girl-friendship. He himself gained three rounds of ambiguous power.

Triple win!!!

One could say Jiang Nian had thoroughly studied Xu Qianqian.

He'd been observing her since childhood, except during those few bad years. Now that their relationship was good, he understood her even better.

He even knew exactly how many pairs of underwear she owned.

That was true.

But that wasn't important. What mattered was—he was now skilled enough to write a book: *The Art of Qianqian*.

At his desk, Jiang Nian muttered to himself.

"A free 1,000-yuan meal card, turned into four emotional favors—I'm truly a grateful, good person."

What's the point?

To repay.

The "repay" in "repay a favor"—Xu Qianqian once gave me a drop of kindness. Song Xiyun also seemed... well, something. Could be tricked back and forth.

A buzz sounded as his phone vibrated.

Jiang Nian swiftly pulled out his chemistry test paper and laid it flat on the desk. Before chatting with someone, not doing this made him feel guilty.

The moment he gripped the pen, even though he'd just been playing, he suddenly felt exhausted.

Only after all this did he open his phone.

The message was a photo from Chen Yunyun: a dim background outlining the girl's youthful facial contours.

Below it, a pajama top printed with cartoon patterns—loose, bulging slightly downward, quite alluring.

"Is the pajama nice?"

Jiang Nian replied with a question mark, "?"

"What's up?" Chen Yunyun replied instantly, tossing in a confused yellow-face emoji at the same time. "Is there a problem?"

Sent it by mistake, my hands were a bit busy just now. Wiped the phone screen with a tissue and accidentally tapped the wrong thing.

Jiang Nian froze for a good while before finally coming back to his senses and typing a reply.

"My Naruto second-level password is.

"Huh?" Chen Yunyun didn't understand.

"For us Naruto players, this represents absolute trust." Jiang Nian was talking through his hat, and sent a voice message.

"Since you've seen my second-level password, let me see yours."

He deliberately stopped right there, then started seriously working on the test paper. After a few minutes, he only picked up his phone again after finishing one big question.

Chen Yunyun, in bits and pieces, sent several messages in a row.

2

", bank card password."

"(confused)"

The instant he saw the bank card password, Jiang Nian lost interest. He wasn't really going to spend Chen Yunyun's money,

might as well look at something else.

He seriously suspected Chen Yunyun was playing dumb.

"Show me something else."

"WeChat Pay password?: (confused)" Chen Yunyun was still pushing, a pure little schemer, playing the fool while knowing full well.

Jiang Nian was also a master at playing dumb, thoroughly enjoying it.

"Pajamas."

Once the message was sent, Chen Yunyun immediately played dead.

"Didn't you already see them just now?"

Jiang Nian went back and forth with her another round, and seeing Chen Yunyun stubbornly refuse to show her pajamas, he finally let it go,

and went back to the test paper.

"Doing the test paper, (image)."

"Oh oh, good night." Chen Yunyun sent a tongue-out sticker, "you go to bed early too, don't stay up too late."

"ojbk."

Chen Yunyun:

Meanwhile, in another room.

Jiang Nian leaned back in his chair, glanced at the chat history with Chen Yunyun, and a thought suddenly popped into his head.

What kind of pajamas does Wang Yuhe wear?

The next morning.

Huang Fang had just opened the classroom door, and within a few minutes Jiang Nian arrived. He looked a bit sleepy, even yawning.

"Morning, Fangfang."

Note: Early-morning Huang Fang is the kind of girl who never makes anyone uncomfortable, so easygoing that even someone like Li Hua — that outrageously insufferable kid — can put up with her.

The cornerstone of the sixth group, the Sword-Bearer.

But she has a secret in her heart.

So much so that every time she sees Jiang Nian, she can't help but think of that morning, and... the class monitor's faint, elusive voice.

Acting cute?

Doesn't seem like it, anyway it's a secret.

In that moment, Fangfang hated herself for having a pair of ears. An honest person like herself had probably ruined the man's good thing.

A few days passed, and there was no silencing.

But going on like this, it wasn't a real solution. Could she trust herself to keep her mouth shut? Would he test her today?

"It's foggy again today, another sunny day." Jiang Nian murmured to himself. "I'm going to get water, want me to fill yours for you, Fangfang?"

Hearing this, Huang Fang immediately tensed up.

She turned to look at Jiang Nian, mulling over the meaning behind those words. After thinking for a while, a look of fear surfaced on her face.

"I... I'll keep my mouth shut, not a single word will leak."

Jiang Nian: "???"

Three minutes later.

Jiang Nian explained things to Fangfang in a circle, but Huang Fang still felt this was a test. After hesitating for a long time, she finally nodded and said.

"I won't say anything."

The more sincerely Jiang Nian explained, the more it looked to Fangfang like a sincere test.

Jiang Nian: "It's not that you....

Morning self-study.

Amid the sound of loud reading, Jiang Nian finished a chemistry test paper. He couldn't help but secretly wonder how things were going on Qingbao's end.

Said he'd give her some time, but now several days had passed with no movement, as if the matter had never been mentioned.

In response, Jiang Nian chose to trust her for now.

After all, Qingbao never took on anything she wasn't sure of. Maybe something had held her up, or maybe it was coming soon.

He set aside his worries and began mulling over the system task he hadn't completed yesterday.

How to earn a hundred yuan from Baby Zhizhi?

Scamming people.

Just in time, Zhang Ningzhi turned her head and patted him.

"Want some lemon tea?"

"Yes!" Jiang Nian took the offering from Baby Zhizhi, secretly cursing himself for being a total bastard—how could he scam Baby Zhizhi?

He turned his head and looked at Li Hua.

Forget it, there's no way to scrounge fifty yuan off this lousy thing.

Class monitor.

Bastard, the class monitor even brought him a pen yesterday. If he swindled a hundred yuan from her, he could be taken straight to the firing range.

Chen... forget it too, she'd definitely just hand it over.

People too close to him weren't easy to take advantage of, and people he wasn't close with—he had no idea how to approach them either. One careless move and he'd be labeled as some kind of creep.

A beggar.

In a blink, the morning classes were more than half over.

Before the morning exercise run, Jiang Nian stood by the railing with a glum face, letting the breeze wash over him. The mission wasn't done—where could he find someone both rich and dumb?

Suddenly, a clear, girlish voice came from behind him.

"Tingting, that outfit looks so good on you."

"Right? Where'd you buy it?"

Hearing this, Jiang Nian instinctively turned around.

The crowded corridor was dusted with thin sunlight. She wore a short black cotton jacket over a beige sweatshirt.

Zhou Yuting was tall, with an oval face and a slender, pale neck—looking very trendy.

"It's nothing, it's just alright."

After she finished speaking, she looked up and her gaze happened to meet Jiang Nian's for a moment. Seeing him staring at her, a thoughtful expression crossed her face.

Hmm?