Chapter 474: How Can a Person Be This Evil

Strike the snake at its seven-inch mark.

As the second-generation biology class representative, Yu Zhiyi was practically a colleague of Jiang Nian and knew this shameless bastard all too well.

This guy's done for.

With a ping, Jiang Nian replied instantly.

"We'll talk about it later."

Seeing this, she rolled her eyes. "Talk about it later"? It was just another excuse to push boundaries—purely a shameless brat.

"Fine then."

Yu Zhiyi thought he wouldn't let himself be led by the nose; dealing with this kind of person required advancing to retreat.

"Heh."

Near the end of evening self-study.

Jiang Nian finished his exam paper, slowly exhaled a cloud of stale air. Before Li Hua could speak, he slammed a driver's license onto the desk with a sharp slap.

"Hua, have you seen my math exam?"

Li Hua glanced at the black driver's license resting atop the exam paper and instantly lost his composure—so full of himself!

Fuck this bastard!

Seeing Li Hua speechless, Jiang Nian grinned broadly. Little Li Hua, what the hell are you boasting about? You're just a kid.

"Why aren't you talking anymore?"

"Give me your evaluation."

Li Hua couldn't take it anymore and covered his ears.

"Fine, you're the best, okay?"

Jiang Nian was thrilled, his face lighting up with a smug smile as he slapped Li Hua's shoulder.

"Go cook me two dishes."

Zhang Nianzhi sneakily glanced at Jiang Nian and curled her lip.

"Pathetic."

No sooner had the words left her mouth than Jiang Nian didn't even turn to look at her—he reached under the desk, out of sight, and pinched her thigh quickly.

That's what you get for talking behind someone's back!

Severe punishment!

Zhang Nianzhi shot him a glare and turned away, pouting. She'd decided not to speak to him—but then she caught them talking about cars.

Baby Zhizhi couldn't help but purse her lips and strained to eavesdrop.

"How about getting a BMW to drive?" Li Hua revived instantly—boys always had an obsession with cars.

A BMW?

Baby Zhizhi thought about it, felt nothing.

"What kind of man drives a BMW? He drives a BYD," Jiang Nian countered. "You're born into a generation that looks down on BYD?"

"Wait, what's the point of driving that thing?" Li Hua was baffled. "You park it there—you look just like a ride-hailing driver."

To be fair, if you buy a BYD, whether you drive one trip or none at all, you still get this (thumb up).

Since last year, ride-hailing had exploded nationwide. If Jiang Nian weren't temporarily short on cash, he'd have bought one and taken a few trips himself.

"You don't get it—driving a BYD has too many advantages for dating."

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"You drop off your girlfriend at her place late at night, park right under her building—her dad comes out to the curb and hands you a cigarette."

Li Hua's smile vanished. He pointed at him.

"You son of a bitch—that's your advantage?"

"Don't care about the details—just tell me if it's convenient," Jiang Nian pointed back. "You drive any kind of BMW, you won't even get a cigarette."

Li Hua:

"Red stone."

Hearing this, Baby Zhizhi curled her lip even more—this guy was truly evil, already had his whole scheme planned out in advance.

But the next second, she lowered her gaze and drifted into thought.

Her own parents really weren't the kind of open-minded… Jiang Nian's logic wasn't entirely without reason.

Thinking of this, she puffed up again in annoyance.

After school.

Because Song Xiuyun had joined the homeward-bound group, the meeting spot changed—Jiang Nian met the two girls downstairs.

The crowd downstairs was bustling.

"Come on, why are you two so slow?" Jiang Nian arrived late but never felt guilty—he habitually turned the blame around.

"You're the slow one!" Xu Qianqian was furious, glaring at him. "Jiang Nian, do you have any shame?"

"No."

"You—!"

Song Xiuyun grew nervous again, but after walking a bit and chatting a few words, she slowly relaxed.

She thought to herself: I'll be walking this path often from now on.

Song Xiuyun knew little about Zhao Qiuxue's move north—only that it was for money, to sell clothes.

Their casual conversation on the way naturally revolved around this.

"Can you still make money selling that now?"

"Maybe, but it's annoying at first when you don't have traffic." Jiang Nian didn't elaborate, changing the subject. "Hey, are you guys eating late-night snacks?"

Song Xiuyun shook her head, not hungry at all.

Xu Qianqian also had no appetite, eager to go home, shower, and sleep.

"No, let's go home."

After going upstairs, Jiang Nian didn't enter his own apartment—he went to the one across the hall first. He helped with some odd jobs and tidied up a few things.

Although Song Xiuyun had confirmed she'd move in, Gao San's schedule was tight. The room hadn't been cleaned yet, so she'd still sleep with Xu Qianqian.

Today she'd only brought a few changes of clothes, planning to move everything in over the weekend.

Jiang Nian was just making his presence known, finding an excuse to linger a bit, so next time the three of them had a late-night chat, it wouldn't feel awkward.

After a while.

"I'm going to shower first," Xu Qianqian said, rising from the sofa.

It was already very late; if she delayed showering, the two girls would have little sleep left after finishing.

Jiang Nian picked up his bag and took the opportunity to take his leave—after all, Song Xiuyun was there too. Staying until late at night without reason wasn't appropriate.

He wasn't in a hurry to complete his task, didn't want to seem too eager.

The distance might get closer, or it might get farther.

"Alright, I'll head back too."

Song Xiuyun naturally walked Jiang Nian to the door. Her face was delicate and soft, her petite frame appearing slender and fragile.

"Bye."

"Mm." Jiang Nian stared at his "future ex-girlfriend" for a moment, then nodded. "Close the door. Good night."

Click— the door shut and locked from inside.

Song Xiuyun returned to the sofa, staring at this living room that felt both unfamiliar and familiar. She curled her fingers, gazing blankly at the wall.

It felt like a fog, vague, indistinct things floating in her mind.

Strange.

She shook her head, dispelling those inexplicable thoughts, then rummaged through her backpack for clean clothes.

Deep night.

After washing up, Jiang Nian stayed up as usual to solve problems, his head slightly swollen. He leaned back in his chair, thinking about the New Year's Eve party the day after tomorrow.

He could leave some low-alcohol wine at Xu Qianqian's place—it wouldn't get you drunk.

If they had a late-night chat, drinking this could stretch the time and make the atmosphere a little more relaxed.

As he thought this, his phone buzzed.

Li Qingrong: "The apartment's a mess."

Jiang Nian had been half-asleep from studying, but upon seeing this message, he snapped awake, barely holding back.

"Huh?"

"Are you free this weekend?" Li Qingrong was brief. "Help me clean up. I can't finish alone..."

Jiang Nian thought—this weekend he had to help Xiao Song move her things.

"No, I've got something to do."

Li Qingrong was typing—her indicator jumped for several seconds.

"Mm."

Jiang Nian stared at his phone screen, weighed his words, then typed a line.

"Zhou, leave the New Year's Eve party early."

It wasn't about dragging things out—just the back-and-forth travel was unrealistic. Song Xiuyun's home was up north in town; going back and forth was too far.

Better to find another time—it'd be more convenient.

Li Qingrong replied with a smiley face. "Okay."

The next day.

After washing up, Jiang Nian stepped out and saw two pairs of women's shoes on the shoe rack across the hall. His eyelid twitched—he still felt unreal.

He stared for a few seconds, then went downstairs, not bothering to dwell on it. Worries are made up—think too much, and they become obsessions.

He bought breakfast and just entered the school gate.

Suddenly he met Zhou Haifei. She stood between the path and the small pavilion. A thin mist blurred her outline as she—

recited her lessons.

Jiang Nian remembered—last time he saw her, she was reciting too.

Had she settled into it?

It was common among Gao San students—pursuing a short-term goal, making a plan, sticking to it for a while.

"Morning."

"Morning." Zhou Haifei nodded.

"What are you reciting?" Jiang Nian walked over, slinging his bag, glancing at her book. "English vocabulary... You're bad at English?"

"A bit..." Zhou Haifei nodded, embarrassed. "I've slipped a little lately, so I'm getting up early to memorize words."

Jiang Nian didn't press further.

"Oh."

Zhou Haifei also mentioned selling apples and thanked him. Through the side job, she'd actually earned a little.

He waved it off, not wanting to take credit. He was about to chat a bit and leave, when Zhou Haifei suddenly asked, nervously:

"You didn't tell anyone about me giving you the apple, right?"

"Tell who?"

"I don't know, but…" Zhou Haifei said seriously, "better to avoid trouble than invite it. I don't want to get beaten up."

Clap, clap, clap, clap—Jiang Nian couldn't help but applaud her.

"You're really… maxed out on risk avoidance."

Zhou Haifei didn't argue. No one stood behind her. The only one she could rely on was herself; being cautious was normal.

She had no capital for recklessness. The college entrance exam was her only lifeline to survival.

"Maybe so."

"Alright, fine, you didn't say." Jiang Nian waved his hand, stepping backward two paces. "By the way, when are you treating me to a meal?"

"You should've told me ahead of time, I—" Zhou Haifei didn't finish; she watched him walk away and sighed in defeat.

She was terrified of getting beaten up, of random misfortune.

But because of Jiang Nian, for the first time she earned money so easily, shattering her entire understanding of how money was made.

Find the right person, and earning money didn't seem so hard.

Noon.

Jiang Nian skipped morning exercises outright and wandered over to the Science Office.

Qing Bao arrived early and gave him a startled glance.

"Hm?"

"Teacher, your desk is such a mess," Jiang Nian sat down casually. "Has anyone ever told you it doesn't look like a female teacher's desk at all?"

"Has anyone?" Qing Bao examined her desk, thoughtful. "Shouldn't a desk be as pretty as its owner?"

Jiang Nian nearly spat out his tea, looking up at Qing Bao.

"Wait, teacher, are you that self-obsessed?"

Hearing this, Qing Bao looked at him in confusion.

"Huh?"

"Other teachers say that."

"But you can't believe everything they say. They're just talking offhand." Jiang Nian gave up, stood up, rolled up his sleeves.

"It's completely disorganized. Teacher, move aside."

Seeing this, Qing Bao didn't refuse. She'd arrived early to prepare next week's lessons, and few other teachers were in the office.

She wasn't busy, so she simply moved to the desk beside her.

She wasn't busy, so she simply moved to the teacher's seat beside her.

For the next ten minutes, Qing Bao alternated between glancing at the second-round textbook and turning to watch Jiang Nian's swift movements.

She'd assumed Jiang Nian was just acting on a whim, tidying up a bit—but this kid turned out to be surprisingly professional.

Qing Bao barely lifted her head, and the desk was already clean: files organized, surface wiped down.

Qingbao barely lifted her head, and the desk was already clean; the documents were sorted, and she wiped the surface as well.

No, wait—it was called something else.

"It's pretty neat. You're this good at tidying?" Qing Bao looked surprised, as if discovering a new function in her disciple.

Dammit. This is the precursor to being used as a beast of burden.

So, when working outside, never rush to show off. The capable get more work—and more responsibility piled on.

But then again, Jiang Nian was happy to take on Qing Bao's burdens. After all, she'd never let him be at a disadvantage, and the more he did, the more he gained.

That's the importance of a good superior.

"Mainly because I just enjoy doing housework," Jiang Nian said seriously. "How's my organization?"

Qing Bao paused, then pulled out her phone.

"You deserve a tip."

Jiang Nian was startled, then regained his composure.

Jiang Nian startled, then came back to himself.

"I don't know the going rate. I'll pay the highest." Qing Bao stood, pulled out a full set of exam papers. "Here. Your tip."

Jiang Nian: "Wait, teacher, you—?"

With class about to start, he didn't linger.

Damn it. I got tricked.

Qing Bao looked serious and slow-witted, but her heart was deviously clever.

Jiang Nian climbed the stairs, glanced down at the brand-new 16+ biology exam paper in his hand, and finally lost it.

Fuck, how can someone be this evil!

Fuck, how can a person be this evil!