Chapter 641: Hundred-Day Oath Ceremony

The room, lights off, had no one afraid of the dark.

Jiang Nian exited the group-shared music and was utterly baffled, thinking: What the hell did Lin Dong share?

"Weird."

The phone buzzed with a soft hum.

"Hm?"

He glanced and saw it was the monitor sending a video. He tapped the screen, and it connected with a beeping sound.

"Qingqing."

"Mm."

On screen, Li Qingrong had just finished showering. She wore a thin nightgown, her chest full and bouncy.

Her hair was barely dried, slightly tousled. Her neck was fair and slender, naturally draped over her shoulders.

The top button was undone, making her collarbones strikingly visible.

"Have you memorized your speech?"

Jiang Nian propped his cheek on his hand, resting on the desk, staring openly and motionlessly at Li Qingrong's chest.

"Not yet. I'm stressed."

She glanced at Jiang Nian's gaze, followed it downward, "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing. There's a test paper under the phone." Jiang Nian said, reluctantly tearing his eyes away.

"Only memorized the opening."

"You're on stage tomorrow." She thought for a moment, then fastened the button, "What are you going to do?"

"Nothing much. Just read from the script." Jiang Nian slumped on the desk, lifeless, as if he were already dead.

Actually, he couldn't even see much—just a silhouette, and a faint edge bulging, half-hidden, half-revealed.

What's the point of that?

Damn it, don't underestimate a virgin's imagination!

"Mm, then recite now." Li Qingrong watched him through the screen, "I'll keep an eye on you."

Acting like a little teacher—even after class.

If Jiang Nian had just said yes, tonight would've ended there. But he was mischievous, and had just been staring at the monitor for ages.

He cleared his throat, "Qingqing, change into a white shirt."

"Hm?" Li Qingrong looked puzzled.

"It'll make you look more like a teacher." he said.

Li Qingrong thought for a moment, nodded, and turned away. Her loose pajama pants revealed her full hips, now visible, now hidden.

The next second, she walked back and adjusted the camera angle.

Jiang Nian: "???"

Wait, you don't even trust me this much?

Fuming, trembling, cold.

Soon, Li Qingrong returned. The room was probably air-conditioned; the temperature wasn't high this season.

She wore a thin white shirt, her figure subtly outlined, her slender waist held straight.

Her cold, elegant aura would've been perfect with a pair of rimless glasses.

"Qingqing."

"Mm."

"Are you nearsighted?"

"No."

"Alright then." Jiang Nian sighed. He didn't mention buying non-prescription glasses—that'd be too stupid. He'd buy them himself later, when he could touch her.

Perfect as a gift—personally unlocking her exclusive skin.

Saying it now would be pointless.

"Recite." Li Qingrong truly acted like a little teacher, staring blankly as she supervised him memorizing the speech.

"Alright, esteemed… dear… youth is a book too hastily written." Jiang Nian recited lazily.

Time slowly passed, gradually slipping into deep night.

The next day.

Jiang Nian woke up—the video call had auto-ended. But it didn't matter; he'd secretly taken screenshots.

The speech… he'd forgotten most of it.

All in all, worth it.

Guys are like this: when the sky falls, the tall ones hold it up. Miss out on beauty now, and you'll pound your thighs in old age.

Even the stream before the door can flow west—don't wait until no flowers remain to break branches.

After washing up, he dashed downstairs.

Morning, thick mist hanging low.

Jiang Nian walked while scrolling through group messages, checking what the idiots in class had chatted about last night.

Little Skylark: "Shared on Quanmin K Song."

Yang Qiming: "(Thumbs up) No wonder you're the arts rep."

Little Skylark: "(Cute) Actually, I was off-key."

Lin Dong: "Singing at midnight? Reminds me of a horror movie. @Sun Zhicheng, want the link?"

Sun Zhicheng: "Fuck off."

Tao Ran: "Talking about movies reminds me of a great fantasy anime with lots of monster girls."

Li Hua: "Chishi, furries should just die already. By the way, who the hell pushed me that TikTok video?"

Luo Yong: "What video?"

Ma Guojun: "@Luo Yong, search local for 【'Give Up'】."

Liu Yang: "Shared video: 【'NBA Highlights...'】"

Ceng You: "（Picking nose）Learning skills? Watching NBA is just for fun. Real skill? You gotta watch Basketball Fire."

Yu Zhiyi: "What's Basketball Fire?"

Liu Yang: "???"

Li Hua: "@Liu Yang, damn sports student, got drained by your girlfriend already, still got energy to play basketball?"

Liu Yang: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Yu Zhiyi: "（Covering mouth, laughing）."

Luo Yong: "【Screenshot】I threw in some cash, no thanks needed, @Li Hua."

Li Hua: "Your mom!"

Ceng You: "Feeling hungry. Getting up to make instant noodles."

Zhang Ningzhi poked her head out,

Baby Zhizhi is a pro at lurking, @ed Ceng You.

"Won't your roommate mind?"

Yao Beibei: "Hot water at this hour?"

Ceng You: "Foot-washing water."

As soon as he said it, the entire class group fell silent. The next second, countless question marks flooded in.

"Too brutal—just to stop your roommate from stealing food..."

"Is this a psychological tactic?"

Ceng You quickly explained, "No, I meant the hot water I originally planned to use for soaking my feet got used for the noodles."

Nobody listened to his explanation. The class erupted into a chain of 【Cool】 replies.

Jiang Nian glanced around and couldn't help laughing.

Idiots bring joy.

He scrolled down and found someone had @ed him. Li Hua asked what he was doing, if he was grinding hard.

He was currently doing remote cosplay with Embracing Qingqing, so he naturally ignored the trash messages.

"@Li Hua, memorize your speech."

Early morning, of course no one replied.

Then, the next second.

Yu Zhiyi sent him a private message, ding ding ding.

"So diligent?"

Jiang Nian: "???"

"Aren't you living in the dorm? Why are you up so early?"

Yu Zhiyi: "Stomach ache."

Oh.

Jiang Nian: "Drink more magma."

Yu Zhiyi: "Go die!"

He had no intention of responding to this. If it were someone else, a little concern wouldn't hurt.

Yu Yourong was too quick to take advantage.

Even when Jiang Nian had previously fawned over Zhou Yuting, he'd only shown slight concern—not kept chasing her with endless questions about whether she'd taken painkillers. That was her own business.

On the other side, the women's dorm bathroom in the North Zone.

Yu Zhiyi, legs numb from squatting, leaned against the wall and stepped out. Thick fog seeped through the window, cold and damp air rushing in.

She couldn't help shivering, pulled her clothes tighter, and prepared to wash up and head to class.

The balcony light was dim, half-shielded by curtains. Above, clothes hung densely, mixed with the smell of laundry detergent.

It rained the day before yesterday; someone's clothes hadn't dried, and the trapped water gave off a pungent stench.

Though the third floor was dry, black water stains still ringed the corners.

Early spring was the season for mold to grow.

Yu Zhiyi washed up quietly, afraid of making any sound. Even so, someone still woke up.

Luckily, it was a girl with a decent personality—just a scare.

"Up so early?"

"Yeah, period pain." Yu Zhiyi offered a bitter smile; she was skilled at socializing. "Did I wake you?"

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"No, I've been having trouble sleeping lately," the girl said. "The college entrance exam is coming closer—I guess I'm just anxious."

Yu Zhiyi expressed understanding, then vented about Jiang Nian.

"He told me to drink magma!"

"That bad?" the girl said. "If a guy said that to me, I'd delete him immediately."

"Huh? It's not that bad." Yu Zhiyi paused, then asked, "What kind do you like?"

"Someone who shows care," she said.

Yu Zhiyi said nothing more; she felt nothing for empty pleasantries—anything received must be repaid.

But if she were on the verge of fainting from pain, the first person she would turn to was Jiang Nian.

Someone who can actually deliver in a crisis is better than empty pleasantries.

Meanwhile,

Jiang Nian had slowly strolled to the north gate. Far off, he saw several breakfast carts parked there.

"Give me one eggplant, one potato shreds."

"Five yuan."

Jiang Nian paid and turned to head back. Since the start of the term, he'd felt no real urgency.

Not like last semester, constantly chased by exams.

Of the six subjects, setting aside Chinese, only math and physics remained as obstacles.

Even if he stayed as he was, he could still get into a 985.

Math can't be rushed—this wasn't his saying, but Teacher Qi Xue's. Jiang Nian chose to believe her.

After all, Teacher Qi Xue had a point.

As for physics, he truly had no idea. He could only wait and see how Old Liu arranged things—even if it ultimately failed, it didn't matter.

As long as math improved, securing a 985 should be no problem.

"Hey, wait!"

A crisp voice came from behind Jiang Nian—familiar, yet when he turned, no one was on the road.

"Huh?"

Damn, seeing ghosts this early in the morning.

"Look up!!"

The voice came again, tinged with a hint of petulance.

He looked up—a weathered, old building. Behind a window blocked by branches, someone was crouched.

Closer look: it was the repeater student He Minjun.

"Wait for me!"

Jiang Nian gave her a dead-eyed stare and stepped to walk away.

"I'll give you money!"

He stopped again. Morning time was plentiful; if money was offered, waiting a moment was fine.

Besides, he was curious—how did the broke guy suddenly have money?

Found a roommate?

Sure enough, He Minjun ran down, panting, saying she'd found a roommate—a girl from the next class.

"That's good."

"Yeah, suddenly I've got money," He Minjun brushed her hair aside and handed him a fifty-yuan note. "Here!"

"Huh?"

"Lock-picking fee."

"Oh oh." Jiang Nian took it casually, slipped it into his pocket, and shot her a wary glance. "Not coming tomorrow?"

To her, fifty yuan was a fortune.

He Minjun had acted on pure impulse, handing over fifty. Now that she'd cooled down, she wanted to kneel and beg him to give it back.

"Haha, no, because someone's sharing the rent."

She waved her hand, feigning strength. "I always felt I owed you a favor—now that I've got some cash..."

Gurgling sounds came from someone's stomach.

"You dieting?" Jiang Nian asked with a smile.

Hearing this, He Minjun couldn't keep up the act—she completely broke down, whimpering.

"A month's breakfast money is in your hands."

In the end, she got one potato shreds roll.

Even though it was only a two-yuan roll, coated in red oil, it was delicious—He Minjun ate until her mouth was greasy.

"Can't you eat more neatly?"

"No," He Minjun said. "I didn't eat yesterday afternoon either. Life is constant suffering."

No wonder suffering produces philosophers.

Jiang Nian turned and studied her carefully.

He Minjun was beautiful, with shoulder-length hair—short enough for convenience, not overly long.

Oval face, almond eyes, pink lips. Her pupils were black as ink, clearly a stubborn person.

As for her figure, naturally slender.

Super endurance queen.

It hit him now—when He Minjun had said before, "I'll find a way," she meant enduring hunger to survive.

Just... incredibly six.

He Minjun was enjoying her meal when she noticed Jiang Nian watching her. She swallowed hard, nervous.

"I won't sell my body!"

Jiang Nian: "??? "

"No, what kind of trash are you reading? Who said I wanted to buy your body?"

"Oh oh, okay." He Minjun blushed.

She was hungry at night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. She couldn't afford sleeping pills, so she could only use the QQ Space sleep method.

It's a bit hollow, but it works pretty well.

After finishing the two-yuan shredded potato and vegetable roll, she was instantly revitalized again, full of drive as she said.

"This morning, I'm going to memorize a hundred words!"

"Mm, that's good."

"The only annoying thing is there's a hundred-day oath rally." She sighed. "A garbage event that wastes time."

"I don't know which bastard is going to stand on the

stage and ramble on forever. I really want to kick him off!"

Jiang Nian turned his head, looking puzzled.

"Huh?"

"What? Don't you think those people are a waste of time?" He Minjun said fiercely, clenching her fist.

"Uh, indeed." Jiang Nian didn't know what to say. "Is the Gao Si hundred-day oath rally held together with Gao San?"

She said, "They're all teachers from the same school, of course it's held together."

"Oh, oh."

Morning self-study.

Zhang Ningzhi saw Jiang Nian really wearing a school uniform jacket with jeans, feeling both a bit of regret and relief.

"You're going up on stage just like that?"

"Yep."

Jiang Nian looked down at his outfit — under the school uniform jacket he was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt.

"What? Is there a problem?"

"N-no, it's nothing." Zhang Ningzhi blushed, turned her head away, pressed her lips together and said, "It's fine just like this."

Jiang Nian thought it was strange, and continued working on the problems with his head down.

After a while, Li Hua entered the classroom.

"Eat shit!!"

"Who forwarded my video again!!"

Seeing him go crazy, the people around all started laughing. Some said they'd liked it, some said they were about to forward it.

"Eat shit eat shit!!!"

Morning, after the first class.

Bzzt bzzt, the broadcast on top of the classroom sounded.

"Attention all students, the hundred-day oath rally is about to begin. All class PE committee members, please—"

"Organize your classmates in an orderly manner, and according to the positions planned yesterday, gather at the sports field and wait."

Hearing this, Liu Yang walked up to the podium, shouldered the class flag, and called out, "Everyone go down, remember to bring your chairs."

Li Hua pulled out a copy of Ah Shuai from his drawer and put it in his pocket, thought about it, then brought along a language textbook too.

Zhang Ningzhi asked, "Group leader, why are you bringing a language textbook?"

Li Hua: "To pad my butt."

Zhang Ningzhi: