Chapter 479: Letter Paper

The next day.

Jiang Nian got out of bed and opened the task panel to take a look.

He had heard the system notification before sleeping last night, informing him the task was complete, but he was too tired to check.

Waking up, he felt in high spirits.

【Task: Night talk with Xu Qianqian. Reward: Skill: Letter Paper (CD: 30 days), Xu Qianqian Memory Fragment 1】

Already distributed.

Letter Paper skill: Increases the credibility of text written on paper.

Jiang Nian was instantly baffled. Okay, okay, okay!

Just a letter paper!

So it means it can increase the credibility of text written on paper?

Love letters, official documents, essays.

Dammit, now I've got to take the civil service exam, step right into the system.

Finally, Jiang Nian thought of composition.

Gao San compositions are all argumentative essays, similar to eight-legged essays. First, examine the thesis and evidence; second, check whether the structure follows standard form.

Off-topic means low score; on-topic means high score.

Subjective elements play a small role; compositions also have standard answers. Off-topic...: if well-reasoned and supported, perhaps by chance...

But the probability is very low, unless all graders and the head grader agree.

How to convince them?

Hard to think of.

Jiang Nian's mouth nearly split from smiling. They always said Chinese doesn't require effort. When you reach the right age, the lock of Chinese just opens.

No more fear of being off-topic or on-topic—lock in 48 points or higher!

Awesome!

While brushing his teeth in the bathroom, he glanced at his phone. Yu Zhiyi had suddenly sent him a red packet out of nowhere in the middle of the night.

He opened it—fifty yuan.

He silently accepted the red packet, originally planning to pretend he hadn't seen it. But the next second, Yu Zhiyi sent him a message.

"You only reply when there's a red packet. You're really... Forget it. Be honest—have you thought about tonight's matter yet?"

Jiang Nian thought for a moment and replied with one word.

"Sort of."

Yu Zhiyi: "Spit out your conditions fast."

Jiang Nian thought again and typed a few characters.

Moments later, Yu Zhiyi fell completely silent. The typing indicator appeared for several seconds before replying.

"You're really..."

Jiang Nian ignored it. He was the type who wouldn't act until he saw the rabbit. What conditions? He didn't understand anyway.

He understood.

After washing up, Jiang Nian didn't rush out. He used the Xu Qianqian memory fragment. Five minutes later, he woke up.

Xu Qianqian's memory fragment was a fleeting glimpse of her daily startup routine in Hangcheng, in shabby offices where profits routinely reached tens of millions.

At that time, the profit window had long passed.

Jiang Nian grew even more eager for this opportunity in Hangcheng. Compared to it, the system's meager rewards meant nothing.

Though he longed for it, he also knew. From entering an industry to turning a profit, a long cycle was inevitable,

especially in his current form.

He could only take one step at a time to lay a foundation—the road ahead was bound to be long, yet profoundly bright.

"Ah, you're memorizing again?"

Jiang Nian entered the school gate and glanced at the familiar spot. Under the vermilion pavilion, Zhou Haifei was indeed there.

"Getting up so early to memorize here—aren't you tired?"

Hearing this, Zhou Haifei put down her book and answered seriously.

"Only until the provincial mock exam."

"And after that?" he asked.

"I don't know. We'll see," Zhou Haifei couldn't promise, "By the way, I want to tell you something."

"What?" Jiang Nian was curious.

Zhou Haifei handed him a red packet and said,

"I met the classmate who helped out that day, and I realized the red packet you gave me was double."

"Double?" Jiang Nian was slightly surprised, but didn't really care, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I thought about it," Zhou Haifei said, "Probably because I'm the helper you introduced."

Her intention was: if there was a misunderstanding, Jiang Nian could clarify it, to avoid damaging his reputation in class.

But Zhou Haifei didn't expect.

Jiang Nian's reputation with Lin Dong was rock-solid—there was no chance of collapse. It was already total ruin, beyond any possibility of falling further.

So Jiang Nian cared even less. Let it collapse.

"It's fine, keep it."

"But..." Zhou Haifei felt the money was too hot to hold, "This isn't money I earned—it should go to you."

Jiang Nian waved his hand. "Connections are also a resource. Knowing me? You're lucky to make money."

Saying that, he waved again and left.

Zhou Haifei stood alone in place, stunned, silently reciting to herself.

So connections are also a resource?

All one can say is, Jiang Nian is truly leading students astray. He's always spouting nonsense, and lying comes as easily as breathing.

His advantages are that he's good-looking and reliable.

Those three things are enough.

In the classroom.

"Good morning, Empress Fangfang." Jiang Nian greeted her effortlessly, tossed his bag down, and grabbed his thermos. "Are you happy today, Empress Fangfang?"

Huang Fang looked up, momentarily speechless.

"I'm not a child."

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"It's fine, I was just asking." Jiang Nian smiled, picked up his thermos, and walked out of the classroom. At the door, he stopped again.

"You haven't answered yet?"

Huang Fang hesitated two seconds, then spoke her true thoughts.

"Not happy, because there's a New Year's Eve party today. Forced to go watch it on the playground—it messes up my problem-solving rhythm."

Now it was Jiang Nian's turn to be speechless. Empress Fangfang really is a ruthless grind!

Wait, are you actually opening your stats panel now?

As time passed, the classroom slowly filled with people.

"Grind dog!!" Li Hua slid into Class Three. "Jiang Nian, stop writing—I'm genuinely scared."

He walked to his seat and muttered in a strange tone.

"Life is a wilderness, not a track. We have the right to reject one way of living. Remember, life is only thirty thousand days—there's really no need..."

Jiang Nian had just finished a chemistry test, calculated his score, and slapped it on the desk.

"Hua, stop showing off. Open your big eyes and take a good look—how many points did I get on this chemistry test?"

Li Hua leaned in, glanced once, and his pupils dilated in shock.

"96?"

"Still showing off?" He pointed at Li Hua. "Your score's low—you can wander the wilderness all you want. I, on the other hand, am awesome every single day of my thirty thousand."

"Holy shit! Holy shit!!" Li Hua felt real panic, sat down with a grave expression. "Damn, how did my score climb so fast?"

Ma Guojun arrived, a fat guy carrying a black backpack. He chuckled loudly and gave Li Hua a heavy slap on the shoulder.

"What're you doing, grind dog?"

Hearing this, Li Hua looked up solemnly.

"Grinding is a positive, upward attitude toward life, because life is only thirty thousand days—I live awesome every single day."

Ma Guojun couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing.

"Did you overdo it last night?"

Li Hua: "Holy..."

"Good morning!" Zhang Nenzhi was full of energy, though she'd forcibly changed her catchphrase because of someone.

"Morning." Jiang Nian moved aside to let Zhang Nenzhi pass. "Did you bring any good food today?"

"Want some sliced fruit?" Zhang Nenzhi asked.

Hearing this, Jiang Nian felt a headache coming. He'd eaten too much fruit these past two days—why do girls love fruit so much?

"Fine, since I rarely eat it."

This was a lie.

"Oh oh, okay." Zhang Nenzhi pulled out fruit and snacks from her bag like a treasure chest. "Want some cookies?"

"Bought?"

"My mom made them herself. She sealed them to keep them fresh." Zhang Nenzhi said. "I brought you two packs—they're delicious."

Pfft. Rich people's hobbies.

Then Zhang Nenzhi distributed them to others in the group.

It's done.

As she turned to look at the empty seat in the middle of the back row, she hesitated a few seconds, then placed one on Li Qingrong's desk.

She poked Jiang Nian gently and asked.

"Does the monitor eat this?"

Jiang Nian was the kind of man who faced battles daily—he had the experience of an ordinary boy multiplied six or seven times. He didn't even blink.

"I don't know. You should ask him."

"Oh." Zhang Nenzhi nodded.

Li Qingrong arrived and saw the cookies on the desk.

Jiang Nian turned at the sound, pointed at Zhang Nenzhi, then smiled at the monitor, looking shameless.

The monitor glanced at him, expressionless.

【Boring.】

That was the gist of her gaze—she clearly had issues with Jiang Nian. What exactly those issues were? Each person saw differently.

Li Qingrong thanked Zhang Nenzhi—the big one cold, the little one cute.

Yeah, I mean age.

Jiang Nian laughed without a care—he had no secret formula. When faced with something, be open if you can; if not, hide it.

If you can't hide it, just wait to die—fuck it, bury it already.

Early self-study.

Hu Nianzhong recalled what had happened last night, and the whole thing felt dreamlike.

He and Lin Dong crouched alone on the sixth floor of the dormitory, the winter wind blowing straight through them.

They worked nonstop until midnight, then returned to the dorm and put on their thick clothes. They didn't see the results until three a. m., and did the final calculation.

"Fuck! Made sixty!" Lin Dong cursed.

Hu Nianzhong turned pale—last time's lesson had been harsh enough.

"I… I, Brother Dong, I can't do this kind of thing."

"Really not doing it?"

"No! I swore I wouldn't."

Hearing this, Lin Dong laughed instead, and patted his shoulder.

"Fine."

"Huh?"

"I was just messing around, testing your reaction," Lin Dong said with a grin. "This thing eats people."

Saying this, he opened another event.

"I found a bug—it earns less but is absolutely stable…"

Thus, Hu Nianzhong realized he was somehow about to make money, and it felt unreal.

The first two Chinese classes in the morning were changed again.

The whole classroom erupted in cheers—the third and fourth Chinese classes meant they could watch documentaries during class again.

Sun Zhicheng ignored it all—he was staring at his phone, overwhelmed by ecstatic joy: Oh my god!!

His business was taking shape—he'd taken the first step of a genius.

He had already contacted someone, and with one click, opened a store. Everything—

including traffic, order fulfillment, and delivery—was fully handled for just 620 yuan. Everything was settled.

"Pretty convenient," Sun Zhicheng remarked, glancing at Lin Dong. "How hard can earning money be?"

Lin Dong didn't hear his muttering—he was busy guessing the treasure-hunting pattern at random.

The big break ended.

Old Liu, as always, taught one class first; then, during the fourth class, he announced New Year's Eve party arrangements and played a documentary.

Old Liu was also a full-attendance thief.

Jiang Nian was pondering whether to write an argumentative essay for a Chinese test and ask Old Liu to test the 【Letter Paper】's ability.

Suddenly, a note was passed over.