Chapter 441: Are You the Class Rep? Then You're the One I'm Looking For

Song Xiyun shifted her gaze slightly, feeling a little unnerved by his stare.

"Want a late-night snack?" Jiang Nian asked.

Under the streetlight.

Xu Qianqian didn't answer directly, but looked toward Song Xiyun.

"Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry."

"Oh, then let's get a little something." Xu Qianqian looked at Jiang Nian, "He's paying anyway, it'd kill me not to fleece him a little."

"Then order a bit, I owe you from a past life." Jiang Nian was speechless, "Let's get some barbecue, it's so late there's nothing else to eat."

"Rice cake...." Xu Qianqian started to speak, then hesitated.

"Shut your mouth." Jiang Nian pointed at her, almost bursting into laughter from sheer exasperation, "Every damn day, it's rice cake this, rice cake that, isn't it?"

That stuff is a special kind of rice soaked, ground into slurry, then boiled with gardenia to make something like rice cake.

Xu Qianqian was fond of this stuff; the broth it cooked up in carried a rice slurry flavor.

After Jiang Nian made it for her once, she latched onto him. Every so often she'd demand a batch, satisfying the greedy Xu Qianqian.

How to put it, having something you love to eat is pretty nice.

"Pfft, who cares." Xu Qianqian shot him a glance, talking tough, "I didn't even say anything, you're reading way too much into it."

Hearing that, Jiang Nian gave a cold laugh.

"I can only say, whoever's thinking it is a dog."

After saying that, he looked at Song Xiyun. Taking this opening, he casually chatted with her for a bit, then switched back to letting Xu Qianqian chat with her.

The two of them had a natural rapport along the way, never letting Song Xiyun feel awkward.

The living room, brightly lit.

Jiang Nian went home for a bit, dropped his backpack, then went next door. This time it wasn't hiding a mistress in a golden house, it was straight-up Two Unrivalled Beauties.

He carried a piece of rice cake he'd gotten from home, turned, and went into the kitchen.

While waiting for the soup to boil, he leaned against the kitchen doorframe of Xu Qianqian's home and glanced at the two girls in the living room.

Even with him present, the "ex-girlfriend" wasn't as restrained as before.

Quite... a scene of peaceful harmony.

After watching for a minute, he went back to the kitchen.

Damn it, just born to be a househusband.

Cups clinked, the three chatted deep into the night. Most of the time, it was Xu Qianqian and Song Xiyun talking.

Jiang Nian lay on the sofa playing with his phone, chiming in every now and then.

He replied to messages one by one, unhurriedly killing time. He didn't do the evening test paper either, there were more important things. "What has your homeroom teacher been up to lately?" he asked out of nowhere.

The two girls froze in unison, both turning to look at him.

"Why do you care so much about our homeroom teacher?"

"Nothing, just curious." Jiang Nian's face was perfectly calm, "I'm just a gossipy person, I heard your class's relationship is strained."

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"Indeed, they fight every few days." Song Xiyun picked up the thread, "Yesterday they even called the grade-level supervisor over."

"Got into a fight?"

"Not quite, they argued with the homeroom teacher." Xu Qianqian waved her hand, "Speaking of which, this has something to do with your class."

"How so?" Jiang Nian raised an eyebrow.

"Wasn't it that our class lost last time?" Song Xiyun exchanged a glance with Xu Qianqian, "Honestly, they've never accepted it."

"Right, they said your class people were shameless." Xu Qianqian smoothly picked up, "Won unfairly, the referee was biased too."

"And then?" Jiang Nian asked.

"Our homeroom teacher said yesterday, if you can't do it then don't make excuses. She doesn't want to hear any excuses, only results matter. 'Haha, your homeroom teacher really is...'" Jiang Nian laughed, "Telling you all this, I really am shameless."

The two girls exchanged a glance, a bit confused.

"Huh?"

"But, although I feel our homeroom teacher isn't quite right, but..." Song Xiyun hesitated, "It does seem to make some sense."

Jiang Nian laughed, "Then just ask Xu Qianqian, she's full of crooked logic."

"Get lost!" Xu Qianqian's fist clenched, she frowned, "I also feel it's not right, feels a bit too cold-blooded."

Jiang Nian thought for a moment, then spoke.

"Pretty much, your homeroom teacher only looks at results. It proves she only wants to hear good news, can't handle any bad news."

"Isn't that just suppression, plain and simple? Do well and you get praised, do badly and she pulls a long face, classic selfishness. 'Our homeroom teacher is actually pretty good, when exams fail she helps look for the cause together. Grow together, adjust the state together.'"

Xu Qianqian's eyes went wide, blinking.

"Seems like it."

After chatting for a while, they got ready to shower. Since neither girl had ever boarded at school, they weren't used to two people showering at the same time.

So, while Xu Qianqian went to shower.

Song Xiyun was left alone.

Jiang Nian stared at his future "ex-girlfriend" in a daze, wondering how to get the "little timely rain" to help him out.

"Song Xiyun."

"Huh?" she responded instinctively, "... what is it?"

"How am I to you?"

"Huh?"

Late at night.

Song Xiyun tossed and turned, unable to sleep. After chatting with Jiang Nian earlier, the sense of guilt that had just sunk back down floated up again.

She wasn't in high spirits, but she wouldn't call it anxiety either.

She just looked at Xu Qianqian, who was sound asleep in the same blanket, and couldn't help feeling a little wistful. She let out a soft sigh.

If only she hadn't gone joining in the fun back then, right when things were already tough. Of all the times to bump into—

—originally, there wasn't a single problem.

As a result, the more she tried to press it down, the messier it got.

Originally she'd estimated that in about another month it would be New Year, so she could just lie low for a bit. Next semester would be exams every day,

the pace flying fast.

Half a year of three rounds of review time—the first mock and second mock exams would pass in no time.

And now...

The more she thought, the sleepier she got, and slowly her eyelids closed.

The next day.

Jiang Nian opened his eyes in bed, instinctively reaching for his phone. He flipped over and got up, washing up and heading to school as usual.

The test papers he hadn't done yesterday—he had to hurry and make them up.

His Douyin often pushed videos from bloggers sharing their high school experiences; Gao San test papers had a bit of a now-or-never feel to them.

If he didn't do them this time, the next time he'd see them would be the third mock exam. He dug them out only to realize he'd forgotten to do them, but could only toss them aside.

Before heading out, he glanced at the shoe rack across the door.

Neither of the two girls had gotten up yet—he figured they were still sound asleep. He just hoped Little Song really was a timely rain.

Going downstairs, he casually pulled up the system panel.

【Good News】.

Lately things had been a bit busy, so he hadn't used this skill yet. He planned to wait until after the match and find time to check out what was so magical about this thing.

Morning self-study.

When Tao Ran learned he was going on the field to play football—and in the championship match at that—he was instantly dumbfounded.

"Huh?"

"Stop huh-ing, we're really short on people." Liu Yang pleaded, "Li Hua's useless, and Sun and Yang are too busy fighting each other to handle the big job."

"Prime Minister, this is a matter of life and death for the state."

"Tao God, activate."

"Activate my ass, I'm not that good." Tao Ran looked at Jiang Nian, "No way, you really trust me to go on?"

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Jiang Nian shot him a glance and said calmly.

"Cut the crap, do you know what the prize is?"

Half a minute later.

Tao Ran's eyes cleared, and he looked around.

"I'll do it!"

At this moment, Sun Zhicheng, who had learned he was on the substitute bench, glanced at the classroom—at Jiang Nian surrounded by a circle of people.

He silently clenched his fist, his feelings especially complicated.

Substitute bench, sharing a table with Yang Qiming.

Losing out in romance was one thing, but now losing out on the field too—he couldn't stand it. He had to find a way back.

Not for anyone's sake, just to vent.

Noon, long break between classes.

Jiang Nian planned to skip the running exercises, dawdling slowly in the classroom.

Suddenly, a very springy voice rang out.

"Oh, so you don't want to run!"

He didn't even need

to look up to know who it was. The psychology committee member with too much time on her hands, who also served as biology class representative.

"What's it got to do with you?"

"You!" Yu Zhiyi was caught red-handed, stammering with nothing to say, "Big deal, aren't you afraid of being checked?"

"How clueless—the student council member who takes attendance is Liu Yang's friend." Jiang Nian looked at her like she was an idiot, got up and left.

Yu Zhiyi was so angry her teeth itched. She'd never gotten a pleasant look from Jiang Nian, except for that one time she accidentally sent the black-stockinged photo.

This show-off was way too calculating—sharp-tongued and petty.

She thought about it, a little indignant, and jogged two steps. Her bouncy bits bounced twice along with her, and she caught up to Jiang Nian's pace.

"You guys have a football match this afternoon?"

"What about it?" Jiang Nian shot a sideways glance at the big Yu. There wasn't anyone else in the hallway. "You skipping too, kid?"

Hearing this, Yu Zhiyi flipped her hair and winked.

"I took leave."

"Period leave?"

"Can you not be so... cringe." Yu Zhiyi was speechless.

"I said Snickers satisfies, what are you mumbling about?" Jiang Nian went downstairs, "All day long your head is full of..."

Yu Zhiyi: ".

Going down to the first floor, she had nowhere to go, so she asked curiously.

"Where are you going?"

"The Liberal Studies office. Coming?" Jiang Nian turned to look at her. "Qingbao should be here by now. Let's go chat with her."

Hearing this, Yu Zhiyi's eyes instantly reddened, jealous and resentful.

"Stop always going to find Qingbao!"

"Are you the class rep? I'll go find her if I want." Yu Zhiyi said, "With you butting in so often, how am I supposed to build a relationship with Qingbao?"

"What a joke." Jiang Nian mimicked Li Hua's catchphrase. "Don't let me see you this afternoon, or the ball will kick you in the face."

Faced with the threat, Yu Zhiyi instead let out a giggling laugh.

"Bring it on."

In the end, she still didn't dare follow Jiang Nian into the office. She could only wander off to the school store, planning to find a place to play on her phone.

In the office.

Jiang Nian leaned back in his chair and took a sip of tea.

"Teacher, brushing through problems doesn't seem to be working anymore. Lately I've been grinding through questions nonstop, but my error rate still won't come down."

Qingbao shot him a glance and said nothing.

She just listened as he rambled on, from chemistry practice problems not going well to being unable to solve physics questions, and then complained about how bad the cafeteria food was.

Finally, in a confused muddle, the topic drifted to the afternoon's match.

"Teacher, do you think I can win?"

"Just divine it." Qingbao handed her phone to him. It was a fortune-shaking app. "Give it a shake." He couldn't hold it together. "What, cyber fortune-telling?"

"Shake it first." Qingbao held her teacup.

"Oh, oh." He shook the phone and took a closer look. "Teacher, it shook into Tao Bao. What have you been looking at lately—" Qingbao snatched the phone away, fiddled with it for a moment, then handed it back.

"Shake again."

With one shake, a fortune stick dropped onto the screen.

"Teacher, it says it's an auspicious fortune."

Qingbao smiled. "Then it's settled. Everything will go smoothly this afternoon."