Chapter 456: shuhaige.net Chapter 456: Suck Suck Yours

shuhaige. net Chapter 456: Suck Suck Yours

Han Xiao moved faster than he had expected. Jiang Nian had just parted from Xu Qianqian, gotten home, and hadn't even put his bag down before the phone in his pocket rang.

He picked it up and looked — if it wasn't the enchantress, who else could it be?

"Hello?"

"Come out." Han Xiao's voice was extremely distinctive, pitched high as she said, "My treat for a late-night snack, how about it?"

"And after the late-night snack?"

"My place is pretty big, and my parents aren't home." Han Xiao's voice was coy — this was the hunter appearing in the form of prey.

Too bad, she ran into Jiang Nian.

"Your parents aren't home, so what's the point of me going? I figured maybe I could get the two elders to slip me a two-hundred-yuan red envelope. Hanging up now."

Hearing such a shameless line, even Han Xiao couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Sleep with their daughter and still want a red envelope?

But the meaning was clearly a rejection, so she hurriedly called out to stop him. "Hey hey hey" several times, not letting Jiang Nian hang up.

"You're really not coming out?"

"Truer than pearls — what the hell time is it now?" Jiang Nian was a bit exasperated. "Sis, I'm a scholar."

With that, he hung up the phone.

He wasn't afraid of Han Xiao at all — if she caused him trouble, he'd cut her off. If he couldn't handle Xu Qianqian, could he not handle little Han?

In the palm of his hand, pressed down tight.

Buzz buzz.

Han Xiao: "I want to eat a late-night snack with you."

Seeing this, Jiang Nian headed back to his room while typing a reply.

"After the late-night snack, you can't eat me."

Han Xiao: "That's another matter."

"Stop running your mouth here, go play somewhere else." Jiang Nian replied, "I don't have that much time — I'm still prepping for the college entrance exam."

"Can't you date while prepping for college?"

"Hard to say, go home, kid. The moment you say something like that, it gives off this vibe of a miserable life where all you know is the slap-slap."

"I refuse to accept that!"

"Eat shit, stop bothering me." Jiang Nian was dead set on not going out, and casually sent a husky-pointing-at-someone meme.

"Little Han, you've seen a 650-point top student before, right?"

"There's already a thick barrier between us — chatting is fine. Don't bring up any lovey-dovey stuff, it's shallow."

A few minutes later, the phone buzzed.

It was a short essay.

6

".... I may not be able to break 600, but I can still get into a good college. I don't get any of this barrier nonsense, my family has money...... I don't need you to make something of yourself, us living our days well is stronger than anything....."

77

Too long, Jiang Nian couldn't be bothered to read it.

He glanced at it and almost couldn't hold it together. He paid no more attention to little Han's nonsense — fortunately, she

only stopped at words.

Time to do practice papers.

Twenty minutes later, getting no response, Han Xiao sent a question mark.

2

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Nian, for once, replied, "Looking for something."

"What?"

"An excuse to brush you off."

"You—!"

The next day.

Jiang Nian took light, brisk steps down the stairs, plunged headfirst into the lightless early morning, bought a steamed bun, and walked toward school while gnawing on it.

Overcast day.

After rejecting little Han yesterday, doing practice problems was like divine aid. Chemistry actually broke ninety points — he wanted to run around and tell everyone.

Friends who frequently book hotel rooms all know that doing practice problems is like booking a hotel room. Once you've done it the first time, a hundred times isn't far off.

He was quite gratified — at last, little Han had a little sense of participation.

Early in the morning, the moment he stepped into the classroom.

"Fangfang, how did you know my chemistry could break ninety?"

In the empty classroom, Huang Fang, the first to arrive, looked up. She turned her head to glance at Jiang Nian — first puzzled, then exasperated.

"I didn't ask."

"Then that's your fault, but it doesn't matter." Jiang Nian straddled the chair backwards. "I'm broad-minded."

Huang Fang: "

She had originally not wanted to pay Jiang Nian any mind, but the thought of Christmas Eve three days from now suddenly piqued her curiosity. Taking advantage of no one being around, she asked,

"Who are you planning to give an apple to?"

"I don't observe foreign holidays."

Huang Fang froze for a moment, then couldn't help asking again.

"ZhiZhi will definitely give it to you—aren't you going to return the favor?"

"Yes, I'll eat some soft rice."

Huang Fang: "...... Fine."

Jiang Nian smiled. Empress Fangfang, having been tested repeatedly, was still trustworthy. His words were true enough—just keep it light.

If all else fails, just take leave.

I'll just lie flat at home—what could possibly go wrong?

Before morning self-study.

"What's your afternoon plan?" Li Hua walked into the classroom, slapped Jiang Nian on the back. "Let's go to the internet cafe—you coming?"

Only six hours off per week—those who date, date; those who play ball, play ball; those who surf, surf; those who jerk off, jerk off.

Flip over, sleep a bit, then back to self-study.

"This afternoon, I originally planned to study," Jiang Nian said. "But my sister asked me out, so I'm busy."

"Bullshit," Li Hua didn't believe him.

He'd heard from Huang Fang that Jiang Nian had spent the past two weeks' "golden six hours" hiding in the classroom doing homework—total grind dog.

"I'll treat you to

top up a hundred, get three hundred free."

Hearing this, Jiang Nian suddenly lifted his head.

"How much free?"

"Group leader!"

Zhang Nenzhi walked in, placed her small backpack on the chair, and gave Li Hua a slow, resentful glance.

"Everyone else encourages studying—why are you dragging people down the wrong path?"

Caught red-handed, Li Hua was utterly embarrassed.

"I was just…"

"Group leader, is it really three hundred free?" Ceng You was intrigued. "So if I top up a hundred, my balance becomes four hundred?"

"Something like that," Li Hua scratched his head, evasive.

"That's a great deal," Ceng You began calculating. "If you surf fourteen hours a day—from eight a. m. to ten p. m."

"Minus weekends, you only need 364 hours a month. With a full 400 hours, sitting in the main hall costs only two thousand."

"So I'll top up five hundred—get two thousand. Eat four packs of instant noodles a day—ten yuan total. I can survive on three hundred a month."

"So eight hundred yuan lets me live it up in the internet cafe for a month. The rest for snacks—holy shit holy shit holy shit!"

As soon as Ceng You the Great spoke, every boy around began to think.

"Holy shit?"

"Yeah, wouldn't that be insane fun?"

"Then starting tomorrow, I'm taking a month's sick leave. My monthly allowance is twelve hundred—enough to eat fried rice noodles."

Jiang Nian also wanted to top up. No other reason.

It was just too damn good a deal.

Top up two thousand, get a private room.

If he were still in the parallel class, dropping two thousand in would give him a card with six thousand balance—enough to show off for a month. Too bad he got promoted.

Sometimes, being too good at grades is a hassle.

He was lost in this fantasy when he turned and met a cold, lingering gaze. Zhang Nenzhi stared at him, cheeks puffed in warning.

"You're not going!"

Ugh.

Jiang Nian felt as if struck on the head—his fantasy joy snatched away. Last time he felt this way was after reading *Dragon Clan*.

"I didn't plan to go."

"Really?"

"Mm-hmm," Jiang Nian gave Baby Zhizhi full face-saving credit. "By the way, you're just in time—I can't solve this problem."

"Oh okay, let me see."

Though the fantasy was gone, listening to Baby Zhizhi had its perks. Still, he always felt she was PUA'ing him.

Jiang Nian stared at the milk and bread on the desk, absently rubbing his chin.

Do good boys get snacks?

Isn't this treating me like a dog?

Normal men couldn't take this—Jiang Nian was no exception. He took a deep breath, ready to talk to Baby Zhizhi.

Then he remembered his IP—and suddenly didn't care anymore.

Suddenly remembering his IP, he suddenly felt it wasn't a big deal.

He shook his head violently, banishing the absurd thought from his mind.

"No, I don't like these."

"Then what do you like?" Baby Zhizhi leaned in, eyes sparkling. "I'll buy it for you."

She wasn't even pretending anymore—she really was PUA'ing him?

Baby Zhizhi, you evil woman.

"I can't say…" Jiang Nian, during morning self-study, reached under the desk, grabbed her hand, and squeezed it. "This."

"I can't say about this..." Jiang Nian, during morning self-study, reached out his hand on the desk and gripped hers, "This."

"Mm!"

Zhang Ningzhi startled, struggled hard a few times before breaking free. Her soft face flushed crimson, and her heart burned with anger.

Swipe—she wrote two lines on the sticky note.

"You're not allowed to do that!"

"What if someone sees?"

Jiang Nian now had so many debts he no longer cared. He'd been terrified by the threat of "three cuts and six punctures" not long ago. Now, he'd finally figured it all out.

Stick your head out, it's a knife. Pull it back, it's still a knife.

Hiding won't help.

The only way forward is to push ahead, grow the pie bigger. Everyone's attention turns to the bright future when all their scores improve.

So, his courage had grown a little.

He wrote his reply on the paper: "Oh? Then let me suck your hand."

Zhang Ningzhi had been pouting, but when she saw his reply, she froze. Then her face exploded into crimson.

【Pervert!!】

She slumped onto the desk, blushing all the way to her ears. She stole another glance at him—and even more infuriating—he was smiling.

Who would ever think of sucking…

"I'm not talking to you!"

Zhang Ningzhi turned her head, facing away from Jiang Nian to recite her lessons. She spoke with bravado, yet left behind a scattered mess of fluster.

"Oh."

Jiang Nian thought to himself: so far, he could touch her thighs and hands. If he just held on a little longer, Baby Zhizhi would give in.

Then what did Old Man Zhang think?

Sunday's class was utterly ordinary.

The students' minds weren't on the lesson—they all waited for dismissal. After the class finished running, they kept glancing at their watches.

Unfortunately, the clock above the podium had been removed by the grade team, who claimed it disturbed students' focus.

Bullshit!

"How many minutes left?" Li Hua asked.

"Aren't you wearing a watch?" Ma Guojun growled, exasperated across the aisle. "You've asked seven or eight times already."

"Don't mention it—Jiang Nian's bastard broke it." Li Hua was even more annoyed. "I have to buy a new one, and I still haven't decided what to get."

"A five-yuan one," Jiang Nian suggested.

Li Hua's crappy watch wasn't worth anything anyway—he'd worn it down to just the movement. It couldn't even be called retired; it had gasped its last breath.

Li Hua boasted, "I'm getting one worth hundreds. To show off."

Ding dong! Students…

Finally, dismissal. Jiang Nian didn't bother wasting more time with Li Hua's nonsense.

He turned to look at Baby Zhizhi and asked:

"Are you free this afternoon?"

"Huh?" Zhang Ningzhi glanced at him. "Why didn't you ask earlier? I already made plans with Beibei to go to Jiepan Kou this afternoon."

Jiepan Kou was a themed pedestrian street planned by the previous mayor.

"Oh, never mind."