Chapter 477

Who's that girl?

Who else? The English rep from the next class. Li Hua gritted his teeth, "Chi Shi, so shameless."

Ma Guojun nodded in agreement.

"Seriously, that girl did it right in front of all of us!"

Li Hua: "I'm talking about Jiang Nian."

"Lickdog die!"

Zhao Hao, the English rep from Class Three, was now biting his sleeve and crying.

"Fuck, I'm the English rep!"

"You're a waste too!" Ma Guojun pointed at Zhao Hao and delivered his sharp critique, "Fake foreigner, can't even beat Jiang Nian."

"What are they talking about over there?" Liu Yang was curious; he believed his looks weren't inferior to Jiang Nian's.

"Sounds like… the New Year's Eve party."

"Party?"

"The class New Year's Eve party—the one on New Year's Eve," Li Hua said sourly. "They're doing some class collaboration thing."

At the other end.

After hearing her idea, Jiang Nian glanced at her eyes. Seeing she wasn't looking at him, he swept his gaze over her figure.

"Hmm… shouldn't we be asking our class's standing rep?"

"Huh? What standing rep?" The girl looked puzzled. "What kind of class officer is that? I've never heard of it."

Class secret. If you knew it, that'd be a miracle.

Just call him Cai Changwu.

Jiang Nian half-joked, "Why don't you transfer? Join our big family and you'll find out. Swap with Zhao Hao."

Both Class Three and the neighboring class's English are led by Qian Bao.

That's what they call a brother class.

But Old Liu's usual attitude was: the friendly class? Every exam, we aim to beat them by a few points on average.

"Fine, but aren't you afraid someone from your class will hear?" The girl giggled.

"Just keep it secret," Jiang Nian teased girls as he always did, keeping his boundaries perfect. "Alright, I'll ask first." "Okay!" The girl's eyes sparkled with joy, and she waved at him. "Bye then, I'm off."

"Mm."

The girl was the English rep from the neighboring class, Zhong Yaoan.

Jiang Nian watched her skip away, but he didn't take it seriously. Some things, once done often, lose their feeling.

The Sea-Going Sayings.

Compared to her, a little pure boy like Li Hua—if a girl ever approached him—would come up with a hundred ways to show off.

He'd stare straight ahead, pretending to be aloof, as if utterly uninterested in girls, trying to give her a sense of security.

Wow, this guy seems so devoted.

Back home, he replayed the moment of her approach in his mind. Like a ghost possessed, he'd smile at the corner of his mouth late at night.

Eventually, when he learned the girl didn't remember him at all.

He quietly played "Sailor."

Back at the door of Class Three.

Jiang Nian glanced at Li Hua and the others, then opened his arms and grinned.

"Good news—I'm about to hold my son!"

Hearing this, Ma Guojun and the others froze for a moment, then erupted.

Upon hearing this, Ma Guojun and the others first froze, then erupted in chaos,

"No way, fuck!"

"Bro, are you playing that big, Nian Ge?" Liu Yang asked.

Enjoying the chaos, utterly disloyal!

"Chi Shi! You're such a bastard!" Li Hua roared. "When did you even get her pregnant?!"

Jiang Nian grinned, spinning lies effortlessly.

"I'm about to hold him any minute now."

As he spoke, he cheerfully hugged each of the guys one by one.

"Great! I finally get to hold my son!"

"Your mom's ass, damn it."

"How could you do something so monstrous? Too bad you'll get expelled."

As Jiang Nian was about to hug Liu Yang, the track athlete suddenly felt something was off. He pointed at Jiang Nian and yelped.

Just as he was about to hug Liu Yang, the track athlete felt something was off. He pointed at Jiang Nian and cried out, "Oh no!"

"He's hugging YOU! You're all his sons!"

At that moment, the class bell rang. The others snapped to attention, froze for a second, then surged toward Jiang Nian.

At that moment, the class bell rang precisely. Those who realized what had happened first stared in shock, then surged toward Jiang Nian,

"Get him!"

The corridor erupted with thundering footsteps—Jiang Nian had already slipped away, sprinting down the stairs and vanishing into the crowd.

Suddenly, the corridor erupted with thundering footsteps, but Jiang Nian had already slipped away. He raced down the stairs and vanished into the crowd.

Jiang Nian strolled into the classroom, found Cai Xiaoqing, and repeated Zhong Yaoan's words—just to honor her.

Jiang Nian strolled into the classroom, found Cai Xiaoqing, and repeated Zhong Yaoan's words—just enough to fulfill his obligation to her.

"Hmm, I'll think about it." Cai Xiang nodded.

"Fine, I'm just passing on a message." Jiang Nian drifted away, making no promise on the corridor to lend a hand.

He wasn't one of Yasaxi's people; helping out came at another price.

On this point, Yu Zhiyi saw things especially clearly. Anyone who asked him for help had to offer terms—never just rely on words alone.

So he felt no psychological burden.

He returned to his seat.

Li Hua lunged over, shaking him wildly.

"Jiang Nian, you fucking—!"

Zhang Nenzhi, disturbed by the commotion, turned and shot Li Hua an annoyed glance.

"Group leader, what are you doing?"

Useless Li Hua stuck his hands on his hips and started whining.

"You don't know what he did—he was flirting and fooling around with the English class rep on the corridor!"

Hearing this, Zhang Nenzhi's eyes widened.

She had gone to the cafeteria with Yao Beibei during the last break, because she hadn't eaten much in the afternoon and bought some snacks to tide herself over.

A cat that sneaks off to steal...

Jiang Nian let out an "Ah," and glanced at Zhang Nenzhi.

"You believe him?"

At that moment, Zhang Nenzhi instantly calmed down. She thought to herself—it was true, the group leader always talked like he was dreaming.

She almost asked further; that would've made her seem too... what's the word.

"No, I'm just curious how much he drank."

Hearing this, Li Hua looked utterly incredulous.

He didn't understand—what was wrong with Zhang Nenzhi?

"Your servant wishes to fight to the death—why does Your Majesty surrender first?"

Your subject wishes to fight to the death—why does Your Majesty surrender first?

"I didn't drink! It was him!" Li Hua panicked. "I saw it with my own eyes—they were about to drink the wedding cup!"

Zhang Nenzhi half-believed, half-doubted, and turned again to Jiang Nian.

Zhang Ningzhi regarded him with doubt, then turned to look at Jiang Nian.

"Yeah, they were about to bow to heaven and earth." Jiang Nian looked utterly unconcerned. "Actually, what he said is all true."

"What the fuck?" Li Hua was stunned. "I'm telling the truth! I saw that girl's eyes practically turning into strings!"

"Ah yeah, yeah, yeah." Jiang Nian didn't look up, kept writing his problems.

"Chishi! Chishi!!" Li Hua turned red with rage, turning to Zhang Nenzhi. "No, you've got to believe me!"

Zhang Nenzhi froze, then nodded.

"Fine. How am I supposed to believe you?"

"He he he!!!" Li Hua was utterly helpless, like a cross-dresser facing a third-worlder. "No, I... he!"

"Alright, Group Leader, I believe you." Zhang Nenzhi nodded in understanding. "Just focus on your self-study. Don't talk anymore."

"Alright, leader, I believe you," Zhang Ningzhi nodded in understanding. "Focus on your self-study. Don't talk."

"Don't finish it? It's yours."

"Ahhh!!!" Li Hua turned red.

In the back row, Li Qingrong lifted her head and glanced at them. Her eyes showed no emotion whatsoever, then slowly lowered again.

But she looked once longer at Jiang Nian's desk drawer.

The last evening self-study period, the classroom slowly grew restless.

As dismissal neared, Sun Zhicheng lost interest in his homework.

He stared at the blinding overhead lights and began doubting life again. The past half-year's memories flashed through his mind like a carousel.

He didn't understand—when exactly had things started going wrong? He thought in circles, but found no answer.

Just then, he heard Wang Yuhe and Lin Dong chatting.

"Group leader, you really made money selling apples?" Wang Yuhe's eyes widened. "How are you so good at this?"

Lin Dong felt a bit puffed up, making a subtle downward gesture with his hand.

"Keep it low-key. Keep it low-key."

This conversation immediately drew attention from those around. Lin Dong silently cursed—he needed someone to share the spotlight.

"What's so special? Jiang Nian's even better."

"What's that? Jiang Nian is even stronger."

"Back then, he helped me sell apples for ten minutes." Lin Dong said. "Just standing there, a whole crowd of girls came to buy."

"And then, when the grade supervisor came to chase us away, it was his idea that got us out of trouble."

"Honestly, if Jiang Nian had done it, his profit would've been way higher—but he doesn't even care about these little fish and shrimp."

All one could say was, Lin Dong, to deflect attention, had thrown all dignity out the window—he was practically treating Jiang Nian like a father.

In ancient times, one had a father; today, one has an adoptive father—Jiang Nian.

But the effect was truly excellent.

Even Chen Yunyun, who had been buried in homework up front, turned around to look at him, slightly puzzled.

Even Chen Yunyun, who was bent over her desk doing homework in the front row, was drawn over. She turned around, glanced at him, and frowned slightly.

"A whole bunch of girls?"

Lin Dong's smile vanished at the words, cold sweat nearly breaking out.

Tomorrow... won't I get beaten?

Fuck!

Sun Zhicheng, hearing the praise around him, suddenly had an idea: what if he could make money too?

Perhaps, he could even reset his persona.

Once the thought surfaced, he lost all desire to do homework. The more he thought, the more feasible it seemed—he began plotting ways.

Until dismissal, he remained lost in thought.

Ding dong!!

Classmates...

In that instant, the evening self-study bell sparked Sun Zhicheng's inspiration—a brilliant idea leapt into his mind.

Online store dropshipping! Open a store online!

"Yi!!"

"Huh?" Lin Dong jumped, turning to stare at him in confusion, "Ah Cheng, what's wrong with you?"

Sun Zhicheng ignored Lin Dong, glanced at Chen Yunyun still packing her books, grabbed his bag, and ran off.

Lin Dong: "?"

On the other side.

Jiang Nian also slung his bag over his shoulder, humming Liang Jingru's "Love Song" as he stepped out of the classroom.

"At our reunion concert, a polite farewell kiss... you wrote it for me, my first song..."

"Jiang Nian!"

A hand suddenly grabbed him from the crowd; as he was pulled, his pale wrist briefly showed.

"Have you made up your mind yet?"

The voice trembled—passersby in the corridor couldn't help but stir with unease.

"I'm exhausted. Let's talk tomorrow," Jiang Nian said, practiced and weary. "I'm going home. Let go."

"You'd better!" Yu Zhiyi bit out a warning,

but released him anyway. "Hurry up, don't keep dragging it out."

"Fine, you're annoying," Jiang Nian muttered, and vanished instantly.

The corridor buzzed with heads. The small group of boys nearby exchanged glances, wondering: what's going on with that guy?

A busty beauty just showed up, and she's this impatient?

Fuck, comparing people drives you insane!

I'd say yes!

No need to think at all!

Below, the dark purple sky loomed high. Amid the chaotic post-dismissal crowd, Jiang Nian expertly spotted the two girls.

He snapped his fingers in a trio's signal and said:

"Let's go home."