Chapter 383: This Honor, I Won't Keep to Myself

Class monitor, she really is quite cute.

Just can't take a joke.

Once she feels speechless, or gets annoyed, she'll turn her head away, or simply lower her head to look at the test paper.

Jiang Nian suddenly had an idea, what if..::

"Hmm?" Li Qingrong's face was full of confusion.

She didn't understand why the Jiang Nian in front of her was sad one moment and grinning the next. Looking at him, it seemed like he'd gone crazy from studying.

Thinking of this, her gaze gradually turned solemn.

There weren't many people by the seat during the break, so Li Qingrong froze on the spot for a moment. In her mind she was thinking about how to handle it.

Crazy people, it seems, all have to be locked up.

She certainly wouldn't lock him up herself, but she couldn't let him out to endanger others' safety either, so she could only find a safe place.

A care facility?

Li Qingrong was thinking entirely from experience, and she was rather slow. A normal person wouldn't think about locking up a classmate.

"What are you thinking about?"

Jiang Nian said, "Secret."

Everything that could be said, and everything that couldn't, had been said.

The class monitor tilted her head, uninterested in the secret he'd mentioned. She simply observed again, confirming his mental state.

It seemed...:: he was normal again.

Jiang Nian glanced at the class monitor, then fell into thought.

"Why are you making such a regretful expression? Could it be, you really want to know this secret?"

Li Qingrong shook her head, her gaze drifting to Jiang Nian's chest.

"Is what you're holding in your arms a letter?"

Hearing this, Jiang Nian's pupils instantly shook like an earthquake.

After he'd just taken out the prop last letter, he couldn't find a place to put it for a moment, so he simply stuffed it into his chest.

Oh no, the class monitor can see it!

"The Li Qingrong Who Can See," no... she really does have supernatural powers!

It's only been a few days, and the system is this weak already?

"What I'm carrying is... a report letter. I've been fed up with Li Hua for a long time." Jiang Nian said, "So, I'm planning to report him."

"What's the reason for the report?" a voice with a pinched throat rang out.

"Involving pornography."

"You f***ing—!" Li Hua grabbed Jiang Nian by the neck, "I was wondering why my reputation has been getting worse lately!"

"What's even more outrageous is, there are people spreading rumors saying I like the lady at the school store. bdd, it's all your doing, isn't it!"

"Bro.!" Jiang Nian coughed, "I can't quite breathe, bro."

"Not being able to breathe is exactly right! I'll just..." Li Hua was about to eliminate the harm, but turned his head and caught the class monitor's calm gaze.

Almost in an instant, he began to hesitate. If he got rid of Jiang Nian, would he be gotten rid of along with him?

After an intense internal struggle, Li Hua still let go of Jiang Nian, and thought about stuffing a two-hundred-yuan red envelope into his hand.

No way, why does the class monitor keep siding with him!

Jiang Nian could only say he was lucky, thanks to Li Hua drawing fire. During the scuffle, he had already put the last letter away.

This thing can't be seen by anyone, he could only hide and read it himself.

The break between the third evening self-study period.

Using peeing as an excuse, the Class Three soccer team gathered briefly in the hallway to discuss tomorrow's weekend training time.

Since it was the last training session before the official match, even though they'd just had a motivational meal that afternoon, the few of them were still pretty laid-back in attitude.

Leaning together laughing and joking, they completely forgot the scene of swearing by Luoshui at dusk.

Regarding this, Jiang Nian didn't say much more.

Letting one's guard down is human nature, and it's only two days anyway. Encouraging them from time to time, the morale was enough. Toward the end, he offered one more word of encouragement.

"This honor, I won't enjoy alone."

"Ah?"

After the team dispersed, Jiang Nian prepared to sneak into the end of the corridor. He found a place with no one around, squatted down, and looked at the letter.

But after walking a few steps, he was suddenly grabbed by someone.

"Hehehe, you're going to skip class?"

The voice was so familiar that Jiang Nian was instantly speechless on the spot. He turned his head and saw Wang Yuhe, and Chen Yunyun.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Going to the bathroom." Chen Yunyun smiled.

"Then why not go?" Jiang Nian said halfway, then suddenly reacted, "You want to go to the administrative building!"

"Hey, don't shout!" Chen Yunyun got a little anxious.

Wang Yuhe was even more direct, forcibly covering his mouth. Immediately she felt a dampness in her palm—got spat on.

"Ah! How can you be so disgusting!"

Since the two of them were also sneaking out of class, their voices were kept very low. This actually gave Jiang Nian confidence, and he let out a cold laugh.

"You guys don't want to be..."

"You..."

Chen Yunyun fled in panic, and in the dimness got pinched by Jiang Nian. She ran too fast to know where she'd been pinched—probably around the waist.

Don't mention it, it's actually pretty soft.

After the two girls left, Jiang Nian slipped into the darkness. He stuck close to a corner and, using the faint glow of his phone, began reading the suicide note.

He opened it; in his hand was only a single sheet of paper.

Jiang Nian looked at that one light, fluttering sheet of paper, which carried a person's entire life, and couldn't help feeling a little emo.

Looking closer, oh... hold on a sec.

It requires a Yan Selection membership.

Turns out it wasn't just one page, but only one page's content was displayed. At the very end of the handwriting on the first page of the suicide note, the writing began to distort.

Like a Spring Festival couplet pasted on a door during the south wind season, it began to become indescribable.

The first line of the suicide note.

"I can't see any hope."

Without any exaggerated flourishes, Jiang Nian was struck speechless by the plain, straightforward words, falling silent for a moment.

"After I'm gone, my work can also be handed over to. There's a potted green plant in my room, please help me give it to."

Wait, babe, even after you're gone you're still squeezing your coworkers?

The suicide note turned into a will — perhaps she wasn't good at dealing with people. She was meticulous about everything, making arrangements for it all.

From all the bits and pieces of information, one could tell she had always lived alone. The only living thing she cared for was a potted green plant.

Every day, aside from work, she just went home and lay down.

The whole letter never mentioned parents, only mentioning Li Lanying once. It didn't speak of feelings, only left behind a wind chime.

"A wind chime..." Jiang Nian's expression grew complicated.

The wind cannot speak, yet it can strike a wind chime and make it whisper. It's generally used to express silence, or a love that cannot be spoken.

After the will ended, it began to talk about other things.

"On October 5th, I went back to Zhennan once. He got engaged."

Seeing this, it cut off abruptly.

Jiang Nian looked up and put away his phone. At the same time, he silently stuffed the letter back into the envelope, then tucked the envelope back into his clothes.

There was a lot of information; for a moment he couldn't quite digest it all.

He didn't know what feelings he was carrying as he hurried back to the classroom. Returning to his seat, he still couldn't concentrate no matter how hard he tried.

Ceng You in the front row turned around and asked Li Hua in the back row.

"Did you do the physics homework?"

"Call me daddy."

"Daddy daddy daddy, that's three times." Ceng You said nonchalantly, "Hand over the chemistry and math homework too."

"Holy crap, you really are something (thumbs up)!" Li Hua honored his bet and pulled out three homework notebooks.

At the same time, he turned and glanced at Jiang Nian.

"Nian, aren't you gonna do the physics homework? Want me to copy it for you? Just call me one..."

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"Filial son." Jiang Nian pulled a notebook from his drawer and casually fished the physics homework book out from Zhang Ningzhi's desk belly.

He cast aside the tangled thoughts and put pen to paper; black ink soaked into the page.