Chapter 631

Early spring afternoon, Nanjiang Bridge.

Jiang Nian drove, glancing at Qingqing in the passenger seat, and the river divided by the steel bridge beside them.

"Aren't you going shopping?"

"No." Li Qingrong shook her head; the oscilloscope pressed a deep groove into her chest, "Let's go home."

"Oh oh." He nodded, not wanting to press further, "Qingqing, what are you planning to do when we get home?"

"Sleep." She said.

"Hmm…" Jiang Nian had wanted to suggest spending some time together, but fell silent, "Alright then."

Li Qingrong turned to look at him, her aura appearing profound and deep.

"What does 'alright then' mean?"

Jiang Nian said casually, "I'll find something to do myself—I can't just sit there watching you sleep, can I?"

"Hmm, fine." Li Qingrong nodded.

Jiang Nian: "????"

How the hell could that be acceptable? Just imagining the scene was terrifying. Besides, watching someone sleep is boring.

Sleeping together, maybe that could be considered.

The matter ultimately faded away; when the two returned to Jing Mansion, it was already three in the afternoon—half the holiday was gone.

Ding. The elevator arrived.

As the class monitor opened the door, Jiang Nian smoothly pulled out his phone, glanced at it, and typed with one hand blind.

One could only say, precision was indeed convenient.

"Hm?" He looked up and found the class monitor waiting for him at the door, so he stepped forward, "Why not go in?"

"Waiting for you." Li Qingrong said.

"Huh?"

Before Jiang Nian could react, the class monitor seized his hand and pulled him inside; just then, the wind lifted the balcony curtain.

The bustling spring afternoon breeze, passionate ranking… no.

NetEase should die.

But the class monitor only led him into the living room, then let go and fetched snacks from there.

The TV turned on, and she began seriously selecting a movie.

Seeing this, Jiang Nian silently canceled his plan to meet Xu Qianqian and the others at the bubble tea shop.

One movie starts at two hours; after watching it, eating dinner would be six, and then they'd have to attend evening self-study.

Li Qingrong picked the movie and turned to look at him.

"Sit down."

"Oh oh, alright." Jiang Nian sat down, then stood up to draw the curtains, "Class monitor, what movie are you watching?"

Hearing this, Li Qingrong lowered her eyes, her dark brows slightly furrowed, a flicker of hesitation crossing her face as she turned to ask him.

"Do you have plans later?"

"Hm?"

"If you do, pick a shorter one." Li Qingrong said, "It's fine—I can watch it alone."

"Hm?" Jiang Nian looked puzzled. Why did her words sound so… manipulative? But he had no proof.

"Who taught you to say that?"

Li Qingrong turned her head away, but spoke honestly.

"Nie Qiqi."

Jiang Nian: "… … You should listen to her less—Nie Qiqi is born wicked. It's hard to learn good habits; watch out she corrupts you."

"Mm." Li Qingrong nodded.

The movie began; the projector emitted a faint hum, and a sliver of light appeared on the massive screen.

It fell on her profile—he didn't know if she was even paying attention.

The living room sofa was dim.

As time passed slowly, the sun set; the temperature dropped gradually, and Li Qingrong had fallen asleep.

The two sat extremely close; she was nearly leaning on his shoulder.

Jiang Nian turned his head and saw the class monitor asleep; he inhaled sharply, catching the familiar scent on Qingqing.

Honestly, he was already beginning to stir.

The sofa creaked as he shifted slightly, making himself more comfortable and creating more space.

The movie was showing a dull story; Jiang Nian stealthily grabbed the remote and switched to "Teddy Bear."

Teddy Bear was by the window, cursing at two refined neighbors, F-words flying everywhere.

Jiang Nian wanted to laugh, but feared shaking his shoulder and waking Li Qingrong, so he held it in.

He checked his phone, ordered a large amount of braised snacks for Xu Qianqian and the others, and replied to Zhang Ningzhi's message.

Hmm, all set.

Unconsciously, the movie neared its end.

Li Qingrong had woken up sometime ago, covered in a coat, curled up on the sofa, watching the film.

Her eyes lacked focus; she seemed still half-asleep.

Jiang Nian turned his head and murmured, "Hm." The coat on her was his—he'd draped it over her to keep her from catching a chill.

"When did you wake up?"

"Just now."

The screen was playing exactly where Teddy and the male lead were role-playing—a boss and female subordinate game, extremely eye-searing.

Li Qingrong blinked in shock for a moment, then turned to glance at Jiang Nian.

"Changed the movie?"

"Uh… I accidentally pressed it." Jiang Nian coughed once, then said seriously, "Actually, I fell asleep too."

Li Qingrong looked at him but said nothing, only pulled her body closer, leaning further toward Jiang Nian.

Their body temperatures rose slowly.

The atmosphere between them was like a freshly lit coal ember, burning slowly and steadily.

Li Qingrong could feel his warmth, resting against him, wrapped in his coat, her heart perfectly calm.

"I don't really like…"

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"Nie Qiqi?" Jiang Nian raised an eyebrow.

"No," Li Qingrong shook her head slowly, eyes lowered, "I don't like going to places like that at noon."

"Toasting drinks?"

"Mm." Li Qingrong nodded, but said no more, "It's getting late. Want to go eat?"

"Sure."

They sat down at a small eatery, studied the menu, and ordered two bowls of clear broth and two stir-fried dishes—one meat, one vegetable.

The clear broth was similar to wonton, and the portion was small.

Li Qingrong knew Jiang Nian could eat a lot, so she added a basket of rice noodles. She glanced at him again, silently asking.

More?

The rice noodles were for two portions, but the quantity wasn't small.

"Enough, enough, Embracing Qingqing, you're treating me like a pig," Jiang Nian complained, yet ate it all anyway.

After eating, he prepared to pay.

"Already paid," the owner glanced over at their table, "That girl paid already."

Jiang Nian: "... Huh?"

Another day of living off a woman's money—he'd planned to pay. To make up for lunch by treating the class monitor.

Who knew, fate's great hand.

Just shoved food straight into his mouth and held his head down to eat it.

Before evening self-study.

Jiang Nian entered the classroom, deliberately bringing Xiao Tian a small dessert.

Of course, this had nothing to do with guilt. Nothing to do with any compensatory psychology either.

Purely, because he'd promised.

Huang Fang turned to look at the cake on Baby Zhizhi's desk, then at Jiang Nian, and immediately wore an understanding expression.

Entertainment's here. Blood will flow.

No one knows Jiang Nian better than Fangfang; Empress Fangfang's secretary had already constructed the script in her mind, ready to watch the nuclear explosion up close.

As for why she wasn't worried—because this storm had nothing to do with her.

Fuck, Barala…

After a while, Baby Zhizhi arrived. First she greeted Empress Fangfang, then glared angrily at him.

"Hmph!!"

"Eat," Jiang Nian pointed at the tiramisu on the table, "I took one bite—it's way too sweet."

Hearing this, Baby Zhizhi, who had just put down her bag, bit her lip, cheeks flushing red.

"You stole a bite!!"

Huang Fang in the front row instantly broke into a smile, unable to resist giving a like—double entendre.

Suddenly, she realized: watching drama is this satisfying?

Not my business… the charm of being an audience?

Li Hua, a citizen of Nagasaki, arrived too, completely unaware as he walked straight into the epicenter of the nuclear blast to strike up conversation.

"What did you do this afternoon?"

"You had a good meal, huh? I saw your photo of abalone! Damn, you even had caviar!"

"Fine. Ate too much."

"Chi Shi!!"

"Jealous?"

"Why the hell would I be jealous?" Li Hua said, completely unaware of how dangerous his situation was.

"Group leader, talk later," Baby Zhizhi said.

"Why?" Li Hua turned, meeting Baby Zhizhi's gaze, "Ah… right, I'll talk later."

He sat down and placed a corn sausage on the table.

Jiang Nian watched Baby Zhizhi, quietly "Han"-ing over Li Hua's corn sausage without her noticing.

Tore open the wrapper, swallowed it in two bites.

Baby Zhizhi:

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Li Hua turned around and noticed his food was gone.

"Where's my corn sausage?"

"Didn't see it."

"Chi Shi, you definitely took it!" Li Hua, unable to decide, pointed directly at Jiang Nian: "You fucking—!"

【183】 Jiang Nian wore a serious expression. "I told you, I didn't take it."

Jiang Nian's face was perfectly serious. "I told you, I didn't take it."

I just ate it. Eating doesn't count as taking.

Whoosh.

Zhang Nenzhi opened the cake bag, holding a fork, glaring angrily at Jiang Nian, who was still fooling around.

Li Hua instantly became obedient, tilting his head to look at the sky.

There was no way he'd leave—he loved watching Jiang Nian get into trouble. He had to record it before his son got beaten.

Jiang Nian felt the corn sausage was a bit bland. But that was fine—it would wash away the cloying sweetness of the cake he'd just eaten.

"What's up?"

Zhang Nenzhi had just successfully gathered her Qi, when suddenly Jiang Nian blurted out that dog-like "What's up?"

Her anger instantly spiked—she was furious.

"You promised to text me right away, but you only remembered halfway through eating and sent me a message."

"Something like that," Jiang Nian replied casually.

It's not the same!!

"Sigh." Jiang Nian deployed his signature method: Whatever you think, it's true.

Li Hua was thoroughly entertained—the War of the Human Supreme!

Jiang Nian was completely cornered!

Zhang Nenzhi was on the verge of crying, tears hanging in her eyes. One word, and they'd fall immediately.

Suddenly, Jiang Nian pulled something out of his pocket. "I saw your note was gone, so I bought a sticky note on the way."

The sticky note, blackboard-like, was quite stylish.

Zhang Nenzhi instantly calmed down, her thoughts drifting back to the days of "the gift of paper"—passing little notes.

Her anger slightly subsided; her cheeks no longer puffed out.

"Oh, thanks."

Thus, the entire war vanished without a sound.

Huang Fang continued writing her homework. Li Hua was deeply disappointed. How could this dog have such luck!

Damn it, you dog!

More and more people filled the classroom.

Jiang Nian had already finished his homework, just before evening self-study. He decided to step outside for a walk, to get some fresh air.

Wang Yuhe appeared at the stairwell, hands behind her back, asking mysteriously.

"Jiang Nian, guess what I'm holding?"

"A crispy bone sausage—two yuan each."

At this, the elementary student's eyes widened instantly.

"How did you know?"

Jiang Nian was speechless. "Smelled it."

Crispy bone sausages had once swept the campus—two yuan each, satisfying cravings, with the crunchy bone inside offering a unique flavor.

Spend ten yuan, and you could eat your fill.

One could only say elementary students had a touch of "big chest, no brain." But they were certainly not as reasonable as Yu Zhiyi.

"Alright, your nose is sharp." Wang Yuhe handed it to him. "It's delicious. I'll give you another one tomorrow."

"Why not give one to Chen Yunyun?" he asked.

"Yunyun won't let me eat it. She says it's junk food," Wang Yuhe replied honestly, without hiding anything.

"But even if it's junk, this crispy bone sausage is delicious junk."

"Exactly," Jiang Nian nodded.

The two leaned on the railing, each holding a crispy bone sausage. Under the vast night, they happily began eating.

As expected, Chen Yunyun caught them red-handed.

"You two..."

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She pinched the bridge of her nose, looking at the two with a headache.

"Jiang Nian ate too!" Wang Yuhe instantly shifted blame. "I didn't want to eat it—he forced me!"

Hearing this, Jiang Nian hesitated for a moment. For the sake of those two sausages, he reluctantly nodded.

"Yeah, what she said is true."

Chen Yunyun: "Fine."

Halfway through evening self-study, Old Liu returned from the meeting.

"Ah, quiet down."

"I have something to say. Ah, the entrance diagnostic exam is coming up soon... Cai Xiaoqing, come up."

Cai Xiang went up and began assigning tasks.

"Oh right, we need to move the books?" Zhang Nenzhi suddenly snapped to attention, looking around. "But no one moved them ahead of time."

Jiang Nian said, "We'll move them after class."

"Alright."

"Then I'll—" Huang Fang said.

After a few words were settled, there was no need to say who led the sixth squad. Li Hua was incompetent, only knowing how to drool.

After Old Liu left, everyone stared enviously at that list.

"Which exam room am I in?"

"Let me see."

Amid the chaos, Ceng You remained calm and composed, huddled in a corner by the wall, idly playing with Lei Ting's fighter jet.

"Old Liu is really talkative!"

He had a dream in the afternoon, then awkwardly washed his pants, took another bath, and slept soundly the whole afternoon—perfectly refreshing.

"Aren't you reviewing?" Li Hua asked.

Ceng You was delighted—someone finally asked him about his own work.

"Review my ass!!"

"Ring the bell," Jiang Nian had been playing father-son with Li Hua, but now that class was over, he was too lazy to keep playing.

He carried a bag filled with succulents toward the science office.

Qing Bao had just returned from a meeting, rubbing her eyebrows in distress. "The head of the biology group is sick," she said, planning to serve six months then switch to teaching.

The one with the best chance to take over this responsibility.

It's her.

But unfortunately, Qing Bao had no interest in administrative duties; she felt it would waste her own time.

"Tap-tap-tap!!!"

"Enter."

Qing Bao sat up and saw Jiang Nian walking in holding a succulent.

"What is this…?"

Since Jiang Nian had warned her beforehand, Qing Bao wasn't surprised.

"This is what you meant…"

"A succulent?"

"Yes." Qing Bao was about to refuse when Jiang Nian added one more line.

"Old Liu's taking it."

Hearing this, Qing Bao froze.

"Really?"

"If you don't take it and I don't take it, how will the coordinator take it? Now it's perfect—Old Liu's taking it, so there's no problem."

Qing Bao thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Fine."

Jiang Nian was about to leave when she called him back.

"There's something—help me think it through."

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