Chapter 391

Jiang Nian was sweating profusely.

No way, why did the monitor suddenly bring this up?

He'd squeezed Baby Zhizhi's leg during chaos after morning recitation—back then he'd been a little desperate and couldn't hold back.

If I have to call the police, I'll activate my alternate statement.

No, please!

I was just being horny, but I didn't break any laws. After all…::: a single male high schooler who isn't horny can only go for Nan Tong.

Someone might ask, why not study?

Isn't studying just to get into a good university, land a good job, earn money in boxes, and finally get horny?

Different paths, same destination. (Serious)

Besides, isn't the feeling of freely touching a girl's leg at eighteen different from touching one at twenty-something in a night club with your boss?

I want to drink osmanthus wine with you, but it's never the same as youth's wanderings.

Countless excuses spun through Jiang Nian's mind. After a few seconds of silence, he nervously spoke.

"Actually, I squeeze guys too."

Shit, will the monitor think I'm Nan Tong?!

It's all Li Hua's fault.

After the class match, I'm gonna A-Lu-Ba this bastard—kick the white soccer goalpost left and right. In tense situations, people aren't rational—tigers don't eat their own cubs!

Li Qingrong glanced at him curiously, her face filled with confusion.

"Don't squeeze?"

One sentence made Jiang Nian feel like he'd gone from the valley floor to the mountain peak. He froze, then burst into a grin.

Monitor is the best!

No wonder only Li Qingrong can be monitor—she's the thumbs-up!

If it were anyone else, they'd probably…: …no, actually, besides Baby Zhizhi, there's hardly anyone else in class to avoid.

Outside class, as long as you don't get caught by the bloodthirsty, merciless female demon Xu Qianqian, you're fine.

Laughing my ass off—how skilled at sneaking glances.

Because…: …Master is Qingbao.

This isn't sneaking glances; it's more like friendship divided into five parts: "About My Friend's Slight Jealousy."

"Hmm…: …squeeze." Jiang Nian coughed a few times to ease his tension, "It's just a personal hobby." Li Qingrong hummed in response and kept reading her test paper—though this time she turned the page, looking at Reading Comprehension A.

Section.

The class wasn't large; the seats looked fairly empty.

Even so, making sudden moves during break time carries a risk of being caught on the spot.

Jiang Nian breathed steadily, reached under his seat, and touched the monitor's leg. He didn't linger—retracted it in two seconds.

Soft

Soft, not as soft as Baby Zhizhi's, but very elastic.

Damn, that's stimulating.

He remembered someone once told a ridiculous story: a couple in the Olympiad class touched Yuan Yuan during break, right in front of everyone.

Jiang Nian wasn't immersive—he didn't even want to during class. So he just lightly brushed it, barely making a gesture.

Luckily, the monitor said nothing, turned to look at him, her eyes thoughtful, then squeezed her own leg.

Jiang Nian couldn't sit still anymore—he stood up and walked out of the classroom, afraid that in a few seconds, the monitor might squeeze his leg.

No horny stuff, Embracing Qingqing.

He went to pee, heard a grade gossip from Yao Beibei, then suggested A-Lu-Ba Li Hua in the hallway.

Too bad class started—he didn't get to squeeze.

"Chi Shi, Chi Shi!" Li Hua shouted from the end of the hallway, thanking him profusely, "Jiang Nian, you bastard, you sneaky son of a bitch!"

Jiang Nian sighed, losing a good chance to educate the rebellious kid.

The second exam was math. He lowered his head, then looked up again—two periods vanished in a blink, and lunch dismissal arrived.

Most students had left the classroom; Empress Fangfang asked casually as she was the last to go.

"Are you eating in the cafeteria?"

"No, I've got something to do off-campus." Jiang Nian looked up.

"Alright."

He remembered the lottery shop was just a short street away from campus—ten minutes round trip, and he could check the WeChat official account for results that night.

【Winning】 No need to study the numbers carefully—just let the machine pick. How much you win? Just check tonight.

No need for bonus bets or multipliers.

He was still a student; even if he maxed out his spending, it'd be tens of thousands at most. If anyone noticed, the risk and reward were wildly unbalanced.

It refreshes every five days—sixty-one winning chances a year. Even if he only played ten times a year, it'd be a substantial income.

He needed money, but not this kind of money.

12:15 p. m.

Jiang Nian rose from his desk, gave one last longing look at the just-finished math test, and left reluctantly.

After leaving campus, he found the lottery shop.

The owner was a middle-aged man who glanced at Jiang Nian. Seeing a student, he found it odd and stared twice.

Jiang Nian didn't waste words—he'd prepared in advance. He rejected the owner's advice and directly picked a set of machine-generated numbers.

Then he didn't look back—just left.

The middle-aged boss watched Jiang Nian's departing back, a playful smile on his face, and sent a WeChat voice message to his wife.

"Haha, a student just came into the shop...

Before the lunch break, Jiang Nian stood in the corridor soaking up the sun. In his hand he held a piece of cardboard with

a chemistry test paper clipped to it.

He didn't even know what this board thing was called — he'd snatched it from Li Hua.

That kid doesn't like doing anything, just loves showing off.

The lunch-break bell rang, and footsteps sounded from the stairwell.

Odd days — wash-hair day.

Jiang Nian had it memorized by heart. Gao San life was dull to begin with. Every scrap of time was carved up into a schedule.

"Doing practice problems?" Chen Yunyun stood to his left, hair half-dry, the scent of shampoo trailing after her.

"Where'd you buy the board?" Wang Yuhe stood to his right, curious, even reaching out to touch the board.

"Hey, don't touch it." Jiang Nian stopped her. "This is my son's toy, don't break it."

He was a bit protective — a good father.

Hearing that, Chen Yunyun covered her face.

Boys are so boring, always getting serious about seniority. But then, that's exactly their cute side.

Besides that, they also love competing over who's more kidney-deficient.

"Pfft, who cares." Wang Yuhe was unhappy, arms crossed. "I'll buy one this afternoon too, just to spite you!"

"Buy an extra one, give it to me."

"Why should I!"

"Because I'm a student." Jiang Nian was in the mood for banter, and his hand happened to be itching, so he turned to glance at Chen Yunyun.

Only with Wang Yuhe right there, he couldn't bring himself to actually reach out.

Jiang Nian thought for a moment. "Oh right, new test papers were handed out in the classroom."

Wang Yuhe took it at face value and hurried off toward the classroom in high spirits.

"I'm going to check."

Chen Yunyun stayed where she was, clearly not interested in the test papers. Compared to test papers, she preferred being with Jiang Nian.

"They really handed out test papers?"

"Nope, I lied to her." Jiang Nian casually slipped a hand around her waist. "Oh right, how about I bring a hair dryer to keep in the classroom?"

Chen Yunyun: ".

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Gotta say, this guy really is fast at changing the subject.

"Why?"

"That way after you wash your hair at noon, you can go straight to the classroom to blow it dry." Jiang Nian chose his words carefully as he made the suggestion.

They're all good friends — can't just freeload every day.

Also need to find a way to properly improve their living standards. Doesn't have to be blowing hair in the classroom — just find a socket somewhere.

"Would that work?" Chen Yunyun was a little tempted too.

High school dorms have no sockets, let alone hair dryers. Girls have long hair, and every time it won't dry they get frantic.

"Whether it works or not, let's try first." Jiang Nian thought for a moment. "Fewer people before lunch break — if the classroom won't work I'll find somewhere else."

No

A while later, Wang Yuhe stormed out in a fury.

"You liar!"