Chapter 382: The Will Has Been Produced

Qing Bao's words fell, and multiple gazes lifted in the classroom—Second-Generation Class Representative Yu Zhiyi was nearly biting her sleeve to shreds. Damn Jiang Nian, I'm the class rep!

Qing Bao too, way too much of a central air conditioner!

I'm already here!

Jiang Nian paused at this, thinking: so fast already?

Yes! Qing Bao is the best!

His heart bloomed with joy, but his face showed nothing—hovering on the edge of smiling but holding back, he lowered his head and hurried out of the classroom.

"Fucking idiot, he's grinning like an idiot," Ma Guojun muttered. "I bet he sneaked a grin."

"Why go find him?" Ceng You asked.

"Hehe, maybe they're going to expel him," Li Hua sank into fantasy. "Once Jiang Nian's gone, I'm invincible."

Huang Fang turned around and pointed with her finger.

"It's third."

Li Hua's smile vanished instantly; the spark left his eyes.

Everything's upside down! Everything's reversed!

In the corridor.

Qing Bao walked ahead; Jiang Nian followed closely behind. Some things aren't suitable to say in the classroom, especially since they involve his own subject.

Biology is my talent; chemistry is also my passion.

Biology is my talent, but chemistry is also my passion.

On the stairs, a girl with a taboo aura glanced at him oddly, then turned to Qing Bao.

On the stairs, a girl with a transgressive aura glanced at him oddly, then turned to Qingbao.

"Mm." Qing Bao remained utterly composed.

Jiang Nian showed little reaction to this slightly fiery little turtle, merely giving a cool nod.

So the two groups passed by—Jiang Nian, as he brushed past her, received a wink from the braised little turtle.

Hmm, the two groups passed each other going opposite ways; as Jiang Nian brushed past her, Braised Little Turtle Winked at him.

Jiang Nian turned his head, almost blurting out that Pin Ru quote.

Hello...

Strong flavor, no need for extra salt.

Qing Bao, walking ahead, didn't notice her student had been distracted by a grand banquet dish.

Students liking banquet food is normal.

Before leaving, the host must give two hundred yuan—no reason, I've said it many times.

Going downstairs.

Qing Bao returned to her desk, sat stiffly on the chair, her expression like melting ice, then exhaled deeply.

Great Qing Bao has once again successfully maintained her teacherly dignity. Jiang Nian stood beside her, not sitting, scanning the desk—wondering where her teacup had gone?

The next second, Qing Bao pulled out a full tea set from under the desk.

The great Qingbao once again successfully maintained her teacherly dignity. Jiang Nian stood beside her, not sitting. His eyes scanned the desk, wondering where her teacup had gone.

The next moment, Qingbao pulled out a full tea set from under the desk.

He obediently brewed tea, pouring precise servings for himself and Qing Bao. After sitting down, he felt the atmosphere was strangely mysterious.

Elder Qing Bao, what's the latest directive from the family elders?

He obediently went to brew tea, pouring proper servings for himself and Qingbao. After sitting down, he felt the atmosphere was strangely mysterious.

Qing Bao blew on her hot tea, found it too hot, and set it down. "What are your thoughts?"

Huh? Turning heaven upside down—that's my phrase!

Jiang Nian scratched his cheek. "Practice problems."

She first affirmed him. "The idea of practicing problems to raise scores is correct."

Then she added.

"But you need to slightly adjust your focus. I've reviewed your answer sheets—your mistakes are concentrated in specific areas."

Over the next twenty minutes,

she analyzed frame-by-frame where Jiang Nian lost points, incorporating insights from Mount Taishan's chemistry team, and gave him comprehensive advice.

Including what types of problems to practice, which test papers to buy, which teacher's online lectures to search for, and which problem-solving methods to focus on.

She analyzed Jiang Nian's scoring weaknesses frame by frame, incorporating opinions from Mount Taishan's chemistry team, and gave him comprehensive suggestions.

And it bypassed Jiang Nian's solid foundation, cutting straight to the core.

Jiang Nian was genuinely surprised—he'd only asked for tips to raise scores, half-heartedly, just in case.

Yet Qing Bao had delivered a custom-made, ultra-efficient shortcut guide.

Jiang Nian was also surprised—he'd only asked about improving scores, just throwing out a question to see if anything stuck.

I'm clearly Qing Bao's last disciple, unlike that Yu Zhiyi—she can change her surname now: Extra.

How dare an outer disciple pry into the sect's deepest secrets?

Get lost, you're just a replaceable shadow!

"Thank you, Teacher," Jiang Nian said seriously, writing every point down on paper. "I'll go look for them."

"Mm, go," Qing Bao crossed her arms like a farmer, squinting. "Before you leave, top up the water."

Jiang Nian said "Ah," and he could tell—Qing Bao was genuinely happy. Teaching wasn't about anything else; she just did it for fun.

"Mm, go on." Qingbao crossed her arms like an old farmer, squinting her eyes. "Before you leave, refill the water."

Jiang Nian made an 'ah' sound—he could tell. Qingbao was truly happy; teaching wasn't about anything else, just for the joy of it.

Master, that's a bit too pure.

He closed the door and left the office, giving Qingbao some personal time to savor the lingering joy of teaching.

For example, he explained chemistry problems to Baby Zhizhi—and ended up with the satisfying glow of starry eyes… so satisfying it made Li Hua jealous again. After all, Qingbao was utterly intoxicating, yet she completely ignored him.

"Nothing much," Jiang Nian shrugged. "Asked a question last time, now he called me over to listen."

Li Hua pressed on, "Then why not explain it in class?"

"How do you explain to a creep?" Jiang Nian shot him a warning glance. "You'd just crowd in, listen, then confess?"

"I'm not a creep!" Li Hua retorted, his face reddening—hit right on the nerve. "I really don't care."

"Hah." Jiang Nian laughed.

At that moment, Zhang Ningzhi also poked Jiang Nian, curiously asking.

"Does the teacher seem to value you a lot?"

"If you scored 97…" Jiang Nian couldn't help smirking, classic arrogance in action, "Baby, you could too."

"You could too."

The next second, Zhang Ningzhi's face flushed red.

Probably because she heard the impossible number 97 and felt ashamed, her cheeks warming up.

Score humiliation.

Two evening self-study sessions passed quietly.

Jiang Nian lifted his head from the pile of exam papers, and suddenly a buzz echoed in his mind. He opened his panel—no activity on the task interface.

He was baffled. Where did that vibration come from?

It couldn't be a minor plugin.

He searched frantically for a while, then found the source of the vibration in his item bar: an ordinary, unremarkable letter.

He tapped it lightly—and his finger felt a real tactile sensation.

Jiang Nian froze for several seconds, his hand naturally picking up the letter. The texture… the details—perfectly real.

The will was pulled out—this thing was no good.

Even though Jiang Nian knew clearly this was merely a prop from another timeline, he still felt it lodged in his throat.

Gathering courage, he glanced sharply behind him.

The monitor was still solving problems, one hand propping up her head. Her expression was cold, utterly disinterested in studying.

It was hard to imagine this will came from her.

What was her motive?

Li Qingrong seemed to sense something, lifting her head. Her gaze met Jiang Nian's directly—she froze.

He couldn't explain it, but her gaze felt strange. His heart began secreting acidic substances under her stare.

Sadness?

Was failing to solve problems hurting him this much?

But he couldn't teach her either.

Knowledge isn't a virus—it doesn't spread through human contact.

Li Qingrong lowered her eyes. She wasn't good with words. Her thoughts were simple; she didn't know what to ask, so she stayed silent.

After a few seconds, she looked up again.

Jiang Nian was pondering where to hide the will, so that the traitor Li Hua wouldn't dig it up while rummaging through bones.

Though he vaguely felt that, besides himself, no one else could see this will—it didn't exist in this timeline.

But the fact that it had materialized from the system's item bar, and could even be taken out, was already wildly unreasonable.

He didn't want to gamble.

Because the name on it was Li Qingrong—a person pure and clean to the extreme. He didn't want her to suffer even the slightest harm.

He didn't want his memories to be stained, forever housing one person.

Just as Jiang Nian was distracted, his hand suddenly felt a cool sensation. He looked down—a pale, slender hand pinched him.

Just like when he had pinched Li Qingrong before.

Damn, I got gropped.

The monitor was a lewd girl—she probably wanted to tear up the contract early. She couldn't hold back anymore; she wanted to kiss him.

He meant kiss.

This moment must be recorded—with the monitor's permission—on a phone, saved to the cloud.

Unbelievable, Teacher Chen!

No, he wouldn't do any Tokyo behavior. He just wanted to keep it for himself, to pull out and reminisce when he was old.

The pinch vanished in an instant; the coolness faded.

Jiang Nian snapped out of his wild fantasy. Thank goodness his reason still held—he'd just finished naming his granddaughter and woke up.

"You touched me?"

Hearing this, Li Qingrong froze.

Not knowing how to refute, she turned her head away. A faint blush flickered across her icy face.

This guy really is… utterly annoying.