Chapter 395: Born — What Did You Hit!

After chatting for ten minutes, Old Liu was overjoyed.

With a grand wave of his hand, he generously approved Jiang Nian's leave slip for the day after tomorrow, and casually asked what he was taking leave for.

"Nothing much, taking the Subject Two test."

"Oh oh, then you go..... hmm?" Old Liu instantly picked up on it, Tiger Bro-style head raise, "Subject Two? You..."

"... taking what?"

He felt it was absurd, his first reaction being that his ears had gone bad.

"A student about to take the college entrance exam, taking leave to get a driver's license? Wait, all those times you took leave before, they were all for practicing driving?"

Jiang Nian nodded. "No need to practice, just the test left."

Old Liu:

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After so many years of teaching, he'd seen students from every kind of family background. But a student like Jiang Nian — this was his first time.

"Fine, fine, fine. Stay safe."

"Thanks, teacher."

Jiang Nian turned and went back to the classroom. The first thing he did after sitting down was sigh.

"Ugh, I'm done for."

Hearing this, Zhang Ningzhi immediately tensed up and turned to look at Jiang Nian.

"What did the teacher say?"

"Sigh." Jiang Nian said nothing, just kept sighing.

Li Hua was sprawled on the desk sleeping, the boy's face red all the way to the tips of his ears — even if Jiang Nian stole his eraser to play with, he wouldn't object.

Truly a generous man (thumbs up), too strong.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Ningzhi, kept in suspense by him, was already biting her lip and starting to get anxious. "Tell me already."

"The teacher said I have no organization and no discipline, and told me to go home and reflect for a week." Jiang Nian blurted it out, organizing his test papers as he spoke.

That look, in Zhang Ningzhi's eyes, was clearly Old Liu telling Jiang Nian to pack up right now and get lost back home.

"How could the teacher... do that!"

She bit her lower lip, thinking about how tomorrow no one would help her fill hot water, and how the seat beside her in class would be empty.

Maybe Yao Bei Bei would switch to Jiang Nian's seat to keep her company. But not seeing him for a whole week — she'd definitely not be used to it.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ningzhi's eyes reddened slightly.

"...... Then what do we do?"

"Go home, what else?" Jiang Nian prepared to sort out the finished chemistry test papers for easy reference.

He turned his head and found Zhang Ningzhi almost crying from anger.

Hmm?

"Ha, I'm just kidding." Jiang Nian used a pink clip from Korea, borrowed from that idiot Yao Bei Bei, to clip the test papers together.

The main idea: save where you should save, spend where you should spend — ride a busted bike to the bar.

Saying that, he put down the test papers and said seriously,

"Old Liu didn't tell me to go home, just asked about the soccer match. I"

"saw you seemed unhappy, so I was teasing you."

"You!!" The tears swirling in Zhang Ningzhi's eyes were instantly sucked back in by anger. "Go to hell!"

In an instant, Jiang Nian regretted his actions.

Just kidding. (silly emoji)

Quite the opposite — this kind of fun reaction from the little miss actually excited him. A perverted creep like him wasn't afraid of Baby Zhizhi really getting mad; just keep the measure right. The two of them weren't meeting for the first time, no need to keep up politeness.

Every little near-death prank was a test.

"Scary, the yandere's here." Jiang Nian pulled a small bag of snowflake crisps from his drawer and stuffed it into Zhang Ningzhi's hand.

"Pay a little friendship fee, Baby Zhizhi's mama, don't knife me."

Zhang Ningzhi laughed through her tears, pretending to be reserved as she muttered,

"I don't like eating this stuff."

Jiang Nian knew she'd eat it — he'd bought it according to Baby Zhizhi's tastes. There were also some cashews, little french fries, milk cakes, and other snacks.

Plant the tree first; later when she eats these, she'll think of him.

At this moment, the physics teacher at the podium looked up and coughed.

"Quiet! So noisy!"

In an instant, the buzzing classroom fell silent, even forming a brief vacuum of quiet.

Whooooosh~~~

Li Hua's snoring, previously drowned out by the class chatter, was amplified countless times in this absolute vacuum of silence.

So much so that even the usually zen physics teacher looked up.

No way, bros.....

The class turned their heads one after another, and the next second burst out laughing.

"Holy crap, this is a god!"

"Ah, baby Li Hua fell asleep? So cute."

"Nantong get out get out get out, scram out of Class Three!"

Perhaps the class's laughter was too loud, Li Hua's snoring came to an abrupt stop.

Jiang Nian laughed his ass off, staring at Li Hua.

"Hua, stop pretending to sleep."

Yet Li Hua kept his sleeping posture. Only a clear tear slid down from the corner of his eye—surely tears of excitement.

He thought it was a pity, his hand still too slow; otherwise he could've used his phone to record the scene and released it at Li Hua's wedding.

The show's effect would definitely blow up.

Pfft, Zhang Ningzhi couldn't help laughing either. Seeing Jiang Nian quietly pull out his phone and aim it at her, she immediately turned her head and laughed with it lowered.

Even though she tried hard, her shoulders still kept shaking.

Amid the noise and chatter, one class period ended.

A girl's emotions come and go quickly—after Jiang Nian stirred things up like this, Zhang Ningzhi had completely forgotten the grudge.

Yao Bei Bei ran over during the break, shouting "baby" and the like. The two girls, overjoyed, took each other's hands and went

off to the bathroom.

Jiang Nian looked to the other side and casually patted Li Hua.

"Stop pretending to sleep, get up."

Li Hua didn't respond to him, just kept on sleeping with all his might.

"Pfft." Jiang Nian suddenly felt bored.

He stood up and glanced behind him—the class monitor had gone out with Cai Xiaoqing and the others too, leaving him a lone soul.

"What time's the draw again?"

When Jiang Nian went out to relieve himself, he casually checked his phone and found the Super Lotto he'd bought at noon hadn't reached draw time yet.

He figured he'd have to wait until the end of the second evening self-study period for the results.

He walked down the corridor, mulling it over. If he used 【Verification】 to guess the 【Winning】 result, would it work?

Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder.

"So focused, what are you looking at?" Lü Xuan asked with an indifferent face, though her words were the kind only friends would say.

Hm?

"Pleasant Goat?" Jiang Nian was a beat slow, put away his phone, looked left and right, "Why are you on the fourth floor?"

The liberal arts Olympiad classes were mainly on the fifth floor, and the sixth-floor classrooms were too high up—used by the common folks of the liberal arts regular classes.

"Can you stop calling me Pleasant Goat?" Lü Xuan's composure cracked a little on the spot, and her carefully maintained aloof vibe instantly shifted to a goofy style.

"Not even bro... why are you still holding onto this?"

"Oh oh, my bad." Jiang Nian offered an apology, "You're too pretty, you look just like my childhood male idol."

The smile vanished from Lü Xuan's face as she fixed Jiang Nian with a death stare.

Pretty? Childhood male idol?

What on earth is the connection between these two, how does anyone seriously force them together?!

"I went downstairs to buy food, just happened to pass by the fourth floor." She took a deep breath, then suddenly added with a smile.

"This afternoon, I saw it, you know."

"What?" Jiang Nian's face was full of confusion.

Ring ring ring, the class bell rang.

More people went upstairs, but Lü Xuan showed no sign of leaving. Completely ignoring the eyes of others, the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously.

As if she'd eaten honey, slowly turning into Anya.

"Heart."

Saying so, her face said "you know what I mean." Her eyes curved into slits as she smiled, and her fingers interlaced to recreate the class monitor's afternoon gesture.

The "shipping" fans are truly terrifying, everywhere.

"You f***ing—" Jiang Nian pointed at her, struggling to keep a straight face, "Between classmates, a heart gesture for encouragement isn't normal?"

"Hehe, what about it?" Lü Xuan's hand was still holding the heart gesture, "Would doing this hurt you?"

"Your f***ing—" Jiang Nian instantly lost composure.

Just then, Yang Qiming and Huang Cailang

came upstairs carrying drinks.

At the afternoon's group meal he'd only busied himself drinking, barely eating anything. After the first evening self-study period, he took the rascal straight to the cafeteria.

"Bro, you're really generous." Huang Cailang said gratefully.

Recently Huang Cailang felt he was really about to become a rascal—Zhou Yuting had won Yang Qiming's breakfast and, not wanting it, gave it to him to eat.

Yang Qiming, because he was actively pursuing Lü Xuan, often got so happy when Lü Xuan replied to his messages that he treated him to meals.

Days like these, simply ecstatic!

"Hey, no big deal." Yang Qiming hummed a tune, wondering in his heart how Lü Xuan would reply to his message.

That afternoon, he'd sent her his victory news. As well as the photos he'd asked Huang Cailang to take, he sent them all to Lü Xuan.

Only, up to now she still hadn't replied.

But that was normal—after all, she was a girl from the liberal arts Olympiad class. Both reserved and aloof, probably didn't play with her phone much because of her grades.

He looked up and saw, at the start of the corridor railing, the Lü Xuan he'd been pining for, currently playing around with Jiang Nian over there.

In an instant, he stood ramrod straight.

"How could....

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Yang Qiming clenched his fist, his heart wrenching hard at this moment. From his angle, Lü Xuan was even still making intense heart gestures.

And Jiang Nian was also responding to her "hearts" wildly with his fingers.

At that moment, his heart felt as though it had been pricked by a needle.

"Bro, what's wrong?" Huang Cailang asked curiously, following his gaze. "Huh? Isn't that Jiang Nian?"

"Sigh, no idea. Let's go." Yang Qiming took a deep breath and walked toward Class Three's direction, then stopped and turned to look at Huang Cailang.

Seeing him still standing in place looking that way, Yang Qiming couldn't help but get a little angry, his tone growing heavier.

"Come on!"

"Oh oh, coming, bro." Huang Cailang was startled and hurriedly followed. "Bro, Jiang Nian seems to know Lü Xuan."

"No idea!" Yang Qiming frowned and walked forward with his head lowered.

Halfway there, he suddenly turned his head to look back. He saw Jiang Nian wave at Lü Xuan, and the two parted ways at the stairwell.

He immediately drew in a breath and continued walking toward the classroom.

But the more he walked, the more he felt this corridor was unreasonably long. The light at the classroom door was also strangely bright, swaying back and forth.

Jiang Nian entered the classroom, thinking Lü Xuan was truly an idiot. After sitting down, he sighed. Thinking about Lü Xuan's words, he couldn't help but turn his head to glance at Li Qingrong.

Pleasant Goat suddenly spoke up. Said something human.

【Li Qingrong is also from No. 2 Middle School. She wasn't like this before. Come to think of it, you don't seem to know her at all?】

Thinking it over and over, Jiang Nian couldn't help but shake his head.

—d.

Lowering his head to shift his mood slightly, he pulled out the test paper and continued writing.

In a blink, three evening self-study periods passed, and Jiang Nian lifted his head from the pile of test papers. He glanced at the time; before he knew it, school was almost over.

After correcting a few wrong problems for a while, the dismissal bell rang.

Jiang Nian picked up his bag, said goodbye to Zhang Ningzhi who was packing up, and glanced at Li Qingrong again.

"Ahem, I'm heading home first."

Li Qingrong looked up at his words and hummed in acknowledgment.

She recalled Cai Xiaoqing's words and tilted her head slightly. Her right hand slowly rose, making a single-handed heart gesture toward Jiang Nian.

"Bye-bye."

With a slap, Jiang Nian broke out in a cold sweat and grabbed the class monitor's heart-making hand, then guiltily turned to glance at Zhang Ningzhi.

"I got it, bye-bye."

Although Li Qingrong didn't quite understand why Jiang Nian suddenly grabbed her hand, she didn't react too much and nodded in a daze.

"Mm.

After leaving the classroom, Jiang Nian took out his phone and a lottery ticket.

While going downstairs, he checked the winning information.

Upon reaching the third floor, Xu Qianqian automatically went downstairs with him. She glanced at his phone screen, a look of doubt on her face.

"Are you really short on money lately? How come you're even buying lottery tickets?"

"Wrong, not just lately—I've always been short." Jiang Nian compared as he went downstairs, talking nonsense offhandedly.

"Look how old I am—still flying solo. Real eighteen, nominal nineteen, pushing twenty, edging twenty-one kind of person."

"Yi! I won!"

Hearing this, the person who had been a bit speechless suddenly became interested. From the crowded staircase, she struggled to stretch her arm out toward him.

"Let me see, what did you win?"

Jiang Nian grinned and handed the lottery ticket and phone to her.

"Small prize, ten thousand bride-price fragments."