Chapter 455: Some Brothers

Jiang Nian glanced at her, raised an eyebrow, and asked.

"You cleaned up?"

Hearing that, Wang Yuhe felt a little guilty.

"Yeah! I—I helped out a little."

The evening self-study bell rang, in the brightly lit classroom.

"Eat shit!" Li Hua turned to look at Ma Guojun, pointed at the empty seat nearby, and said, "That Jiang Nian, gone again."

Just at that moment.

Jiang Nian came in through the back door of the classroom and went straight for Li Hua's throat!

"Hua, people's preconceptions are a mountain—do you think that saying is right?"

"Cough cough cough, air......" Li Hua struggled, but felt that damn hand was like an iron arm, "Can't breathe..."

The loser slapped the table begging for mercy, and was allowed to live.

Yu Zhiyi entered the classroom from the back row, passing right by the sixth group. She glanced at the two of them, covered her mouth, and giggled.

Li Hua saw this and couldn't help feeling regret.

Today, losing face like this!

Jiang Nian noticed something off in Li Hua's eyes, turned his head, and looked back.

"Hm?"

Yu Zhiyi gave him a sweet smile, thinking she'd been this friendly, Jiang Nian wouldn't possibly share that morning's photo to....

"Laugh at your sister, why don't you."

The smile froze on her face, and she rolled her eyes.

She walked off without looking back.

"Hm?" Chen Yunyun felt a poke in her back, turned her head, and saw a cup of milk tea and a small plush toy.

"What's this?"

"It's......" Wang Yuhe didn't know how to say it without giving away the afternoon's secret, "Anyway, it's not from me."

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Hearing that, she glanced at the milk tea on Wang Yuhe's desk.

Then glanced at the plush toy on the desk, clearly a little uglier than the one in her own hand. She couldn't help pressing her lips together, and nodded.

"I see."

The classroom was quiet. She took a sip of milk tea. Her eyes lowered slightly, guessing at the outrageous secret Wang Yuhe mentioned—and what about herself? It seemed like a secret, yet also didn't seem like one.

After the second evening self-study period ended.

Outside the corridor of Class Three's classroom, a row of boys had gathered at the railing.

Jiang Nian was mixed in among them, listening to Lin Dong describe his business blueprint. His gaze, relaxed at first, gradually grew solemn.

"Mm....... so you mean, use the money from selling apples to buy Apple Inc.?"

Lin Dong hesitated for a moment, then nodded seriously.

"Hard to say."

Hearing that, the group burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, that's really a turtle commuting by day, the bastard can't hold it in." Ma Guojun was the first to mock, "Can you even sell them?"

"Profit

exceeds one...... three thousand, I'll eat shit upside down! ~" Li Hua was hyped, starting to set some weird flags again.

Jiang Nian cut in, "! Beware of freeloaders."

"Eat shit!"

But no matter how much they mocked, Class Three was always a warm and loving big family. After a round of discussion, the group unanimously decided.

Not to buy Lin Dong's apples!

"Holy shit you guys! Don't we buy them every year?" He was dumbfounded, looked around, "No way, really this cold-blooded?"

"No money." Tao Ran was the most honest.

"Class commissary, those Nikes on your feet are over eight hundred, and you're telling me you have no money?"

Tao Ran shook his head and said calmly, "Christmas has an event, I'm still waiting to draw the Christmas fawn skin for my beast-ear girl."

"Can't you support a brother with one apple? Just six yuan."

"First recharge is also six yuan."

Lin Dong could hardly hold it together, turned to look at the faces of his dear old brothers. He looked at them one by one, and each one lowered their head in silence.

"Why? Tell me!"

"I..... won't send one, nothing worth sending." Jiang Nian didn't even blink, and there was one more thing he didn't say—too many people, can't send to all.

"Fine, you're damn good-looking, you can afford to be willful." Lin Dong looked at Sun Zhicheng, "A-Cheng, you'd send one, right?"

"Won't send, too tacky." Sun Zhicheng scratched his head, secretly thinking following the trend to send apples was pointless, better to send something else.

"What about the rest?"

"Well......" Li Hua was coy, "There's a girl downstairs selling apples, six yuan gets you a flying kiss and a squished apple."

"Damn, traitor!"

"Shit, isn't this malicious competition? Those damn dogs, the whole business environment is ruined by these rat-race dogs!"

"I don't need to buy, just buy two boxes." Ma Guojun said, "Whoever sends me one, I'll swap the box and send it back."

"Holy shit!"

"Dong-ge, you know me." Liu Yang forced a smile, "I have too many friends outside, really can't finish them all."

"Too casual!"

"I'll buy it, I definitely will!" Yang Qiming shouted, "But I'm afraid they'll refuse me—why don't you, Brother Dong, help deliver it..."

Luo Yong forced a smile and spoke urgently.

"I... I don't know who to give it to."

Ceng You looked up, puzzled.

"Are you giving it to me?"

Lin Dong was utterly defeated; he no longer held any hope for the abstract people around him and instead began seriously considering tomorrow's wholesale inventory.

The packaging boxes were already arranged with the factory two days ago; the courier is still on the way.

Can we win?

Evening self-study passed in a flash.

As dismissal neared, Zhang Ningzhi organized the practice test she'd done that night, then instinctively turned her head toward Jiang Nian.

"What did you do this afternoon?"

"Prospecting for gold," Jiang Nian answered honestly.

"Huh?" Li Hua leaned over, frowning. "Nian, why are you suddenly into playing ball?"

"Just occasionally," Jiang Nian replied vaguely.

"Oh oh, playing ball's good—just be careful not to get hurt," Baby Zhizhi remained as warm as ever, gently warning him.

"Last year, someone broke their right hand playing ball right before the Gaokao."

Jiang Nian asked, "What happened after?"

"He repeated the year."

Talking about repeating the year reminded Jiang Nian of the Gao Si repeater girl who'd tried drowning her phone in a puddle early in the morning.

She seemed pretty abstract—no idea what score she got.

Dismissal.

Jiang Nian picked up his bag filled with carefully packaged small yellow croakers and walked deliberately to the front row to greet the class monitor before leaving.

Li Qingrong glanced at his back, then lowered her eyes to the small desk calendar.

This week's calendar had red marks from Monday to Friday. Saturday was blank, so she picked up her pen and marked it.

She paused, then added a circle on Sunday.

Tomorrow, it's time to switch seats.

"I heard the dance students might be returning to school," Xu Qianqian said. "Guess who I saw yesterday?"

Hearing this, Jiang Nian coughed.

"Who?"

"Who else? Your desk partner, Han Xiao," Xu Qianqian snorted. "She greeted me like... you know."

"Like what?"

"You know... that thing."

"Oh oh," Jiang Nian understood—Han Xiao probably said some more abstract nonsense and put on a little show for Xu Shao.

"Your desk partner's back—aren't you happy?" Xu Qianqian glanced at him. "Besides, you're already that way—it's perfect."

Jiang Nian rubbed his chin, then turned to look at her.

"No, she probably sneaked back—she'll get caught and dragged right back, but..."

Xu Qianqian noticed he'd gone quiet and turned to look at him.

"What?"

"Nothing. I just feel..." He walked along, serious. "Compared to her, I'm happier with you."

Hearing this, Xu Qianqian bit her lip.

"Then Zhou..."

"Don't mention Zhou," Jiang Nian said. "She's too busy studying—can't even score 570, she's utterly impotent."

"Girls don't have that—how can you call it that?"

"This... hard to explain. Maybe it's just..."

"Could it be shrunk?" Jiang Nian's words immediately turned suggestive, inviting wrong interpretations.

"Get lost!" Xu Qianqian was speechless.

As they entered the stairwell, Xu Qianqian vanished into darkness. She paused, turned back to Jiang Nian, hesitated, then said:

"Are you free tomorrow afternoon?"

Sunday was only half a day off, also called the "Golden Six Hours."

Jiang Nian blinked. "Yeah, bro."