Chapter 386: Stop Touching and Ask Me Two Questions Instead

Li Qingrong froze for a moment, her expression quite surprised.

"Thank you."

She took the bracelet, finding it smooth and warm to the touch. After playing with it for a few seconds, she put it on her fair, frost-like wrist.

"I really like it."

"Alright," Jiang Nian stood up, and before leaving his seat, he touched Li Qingrong's wrist. "This style really suits you."

Touch first, then critique.

Actually, Jiang Nian wasn't purely touching her hand for the sake of it—he also wanted to liven up the atmosphere and, along the way, consecrate the blessing bracelet.

Mm, the bracelet is very smooth.

Li Qingrong didn't react much to being touched, giving him a puzzled glance. She let him take advantage, then ran off.

Hmm?

On the sports field, the morning run ended.

The winter sun hung high, and Zhang Ningzhi ran until she was drenched in fragrant sweat. The sun was especially hot today, and she reached into her pocket only to find she had run out of tissues.

Out of habit, she walked over to Jiang Nian and asked softly.

"Did you bring tissues? I want to wipe my sweat."

Jiang Nian glanced at her and extended his arm. "Didn't bring any. Wipe it on my clothes."

Zhang Ningzhi smelled good all over—he had already verified this. Even when sweating, there wasn't much of a strong scent.

To put it bluntly, she could be used as perfume.

"Ugh, no way." Zhang Ningzhi giggled, then said, "I'll go ask Beibei instead. Bye-bye." Yang Qiming had watched the whole thing from the side and was nearly sick of it.

Damn, are those even words a human would say?

What puzzled him was that girls always fell for Jiang Nian's tricks. He hesitated, wondering if he should learn a thing or two.

Coincidentally, Zhou Yuting was also sweating, so he turned and asked.

"Did you bring tissues?"

Zhou Yuting glanced at him and handed him a tissue.

"Go ahead."

Yang Qiming:

The last two classes of the morning passed in a flash, and school was over.

The whole class switched seats, starting to move desks and chairs.

Jiang Nian got a message—Xu Qianqian was going to accompany Song Xiyun to the hospital to treat her pneumonia, which hadn't fully healed yet.

So, he lost his reason to go home and rest.

After packing up, Zhang Ningzhi glanced at him curiously. She poked his waist and couldn't help asking softly.

"Aren't you going home this afternoon?"

"No."

Jiang Nian habitually reached out and squeezed her thigh. The classroom was piled high with desks and books, and no one noticed this little scene.

"I'll grab a bite to eat when I head out, then come back to the classroom and keep working on the test papers."

"Ah, you, you... you...!" Zhang Ningzhi's face turned beet red, thinking, How can this person love squeezing thighs so much? Are thighs really that nice to touch?

Recently her thighs seem to have gotten a little

plumper. If they were a bit thinner, they'd look even better.

"Are you going home for lunch?" Jiang Nian abruptly changed the subject. "If there's chicken soup, remember to sneak some out for me. Feed me."

As for thigh-touching, he'd still do it next time.

Baby Zhizhi couldn't understand the appeal of her perfectly plump thighs. They weren't bloated or thick, but fair and well-proportioned.

Imagine white stockings gliding over calves smooth as congealed cream, finally covering the thighs with a slight flesh-pressed-in look.

It could only be described in one word: absolute perfection!

"Oh, I'll go home and check." Zhang Ningzhi nodded, her face slightly flushed. "Don't say weird things."

Feed... it makes her sound like she's being perverted.

The class monitor came in from outside the door, right after school let out. She had been dragged to the bathroom by Nie Qiqi, and the water on her hands hadn't dried yet.

Even more eye-catching was the red-string bracelet on her wrist.

Nie Qiqi had noticed the bracelet long ago but was too embarrassed to ask on the way. Once in the classroom, she latched onto Li Qingrong again.

"Class monitor, who gave you this red-string bracelet?"

"A friend."

"A guy?"

"Mm." Li Qingrong packed her things and glanced at Jiang Nian, who was bent over his desk writing the test paper. "... A very impressive guy."

"Nooo!" Nie Qiqi's legs went weak, the timid little tiger would never smile again. "I'm done for, I've been NTR'd."

"Don't lose it here." Cai Xiaoqing had just finished washing the mop and came back, giving her a light kick. "Nobody cares."

"Wah!!!" Nie Qiqi completely broke down.

Jiang Nian looked up, utterly bewildered.

"Where did the fire alarm go off?"

Hearing this, a low wave of laughter rippled around. Nie Qiqi also scrambled to her feet indignantly, wiped her tears, and left the classroom.

Li Qingrong had already finished packing, and glanced at Jiang Nian again. She sat quietly in her seat, waiting for him to ask questions.

If there were no questions, she'd just go home.

After a while.

Jiang Nian turned toward her of his own accord.

"Can you do this one?"

Li Qingrong saw that he was serious, and had no intention of teasing her wrist; she casually tucked a strand of hair by her ear.

She leaned forward slightly, her chest crossing over the desk. Her jacket was pressed into a crease, a certain shape rising high.

"Mm, let me see."

Jiang Nian asked about three or four test papers in total, picking out five or six questions he didn't understand from them, and they discussed for about ten minutes.

It was lucky he asked the class monitor; with anyone else it would've taken at least half an hour.

Li Qingrong was the type of genius with no visible bottom—before ordinary people had even finished reading the question, she had already seen the answer.

In fact, Jiang Nian suspected she couldn't break seven hundred. Or

rather, not because she couldn't pass it, but because she was too lazy to bother hitting seven hundred.

After all, seven hundred is enough to make the principal hold a meeting specifically to give instructions.

The classroom had mostly emptied out.

"Oh, I see." Jiang Nian finished asking the last question, and his hand naturally climbed onto Li Qingrong's wrist.

If he had any sense of shame, he'd have started pretending to take her pulse by now,

but Jiang Nian didn't take her pulse—he purely felt.

"Hey, Qingqing, aren't your hands dry in winter?" he said while feeling her wrist, "Your hands are so small, and they smell nice."

Li Qingrong: ".

"They're not dry, I put on hand cream."

His fingertips were warm, the rough pads of his fingers brushing across the skin of her wrist. As they slowly swept past, there was a faint tingling like an electric current.

Even though her emotions were faint, her face still slowly turned red—have to say, Jiang Nian really was a bit of a turn-off.

"I see, no wonder.

"Mm.

Another minute passed, and Li Qingrong gently tugged at the wrist he was almost rubbing to a shine. Her face was slightly red, and her heartbeat was a little off too.

He'd actually forced her, who didn't much like to talk, to squeeze out two sentences.

"Stop touching me, ask me two more questions."

To be fair.

Jiang Nian really couldn't be bothered to pretend anymore, almost wishing he could just put it in his mouth and go *slurp slurp*. Spread on like ice cream, lick the whole thing clean.

It had even left the realm of being lewd.

"Oh, sorry about that." Someone said without a blush, "I was thinking about the questions too hard, doesn't hurt, does it?

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"No." Li Qingrong's face still showed little expression, but her gaze shifted slightly, refusing to make contact with Jiang Nian.

"Let's go then, I'm heading downstairs too." Jiang Nian clipped the chemistry test paper with a clip and roughly stacked it to one side.

After eating in a bit, he'd still have to come back up to do problems.

Damn, exam dog!

Afternoon ball practice was after two, the scattered time in between couldn't be wasted. Without accumulating steps, one cannot reach a thousand miles.

650 points is a very clever number.

Let's go let's go let's go!

Li Qingrong had underestimated her own charm, and Jiang Nian's degree of hunger. Eighteen is an age when anything is possible.

School gate.

Jiang Nian stopped his steps and waved at Li Qingrong.

"See you tonight."

Li Qingrong nodded, and glanced at him once more.

Once the class monitor's figure disappeared, Jiang Nian then took out his phone. He planned to find a small shop nearby and deal with lunch perfunctorily.

Just as he was about to lift his foot, his phone buzzed.

Seeing the number was Chen Yunyun calling, he picked up casually.

"What's up?"

On the other end, before Chen Yunyun could speak, Wang Yuhe's voice came through, chipper, in an extre

mely cheerful tone.

"Jiang Nian, come over!"

"Kids don't interrupt, let the adults talk."

"You!!"

Chen Yunyun laughed on the phone, "Stop bickering, we're eating here at Fu'an, we ordered too many dishes."

"Oh, and then?"

"Have you eaten?" Chen Yunyun asked—she had seen Jiang Nian still asking questions before she left, and figured he probably hadn't eaten.

"No, I was just about to find something to eat."

"That's great, just come over directly." Chen Yunyun rarely acted coquettish, "If you don't come, we won't know how to eat."

Jiang Nian hummed in agreement, thinking to himself that Chen Yunyun was also that thing—quite the tease.

"Alright, I'm coming over now."

It wouldn't be for nothing for Chen Yunyun; later he'd go shopping with them and buy them something. Give and take, and the relationship grows tighter.

Ten minutes later, he arrived at Fu'an.

This was a restaurant serving local cuisine, famous for its spice, and in terms of price it fell into the category of slightly pricey but not a rip-off.

Just as he walked in, he spotted Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe in the main hall. On the table was an extra set of newly unwrapped tableware.

4:

You sit."

"Sure, thanks." Jiang Nian took the seat beside Chen Yunyun, glanced at the empty tabletop, and said, "Haven't ordered yet?"

"Oh, we haven't ordered much." Chen Yunyun smiled. "We happened to want to eat, but we definitely couldn't finish it all, so we called you along."

Wang Yuhe turned her face to the side. "Hmph, it's not like we absolutely had to call you."