Chapter 649

Jiang Nian felt soft warmth enter his arms, his nostrils instantly filled with a familiar scent.

He looked up.

He thought: so Li Qingrong pulls the curtains at noon—not just for a nap, but because holding her feels so soft.

Jiang Nian's hand instinctively rested on the monitor's waist.

"Embracing Qingqing..."

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Before he could finish, Li Qingrong pulled away. Her face was close, staring at him for a moment before asking.

"Still sighing?"

"No."

"Mm." Li Qingrong released him, turned toward the bathroom, and floated off, "Then get some good rest."

Jiang Nian looked down at the lingering warmth and fragrance on his hand.

"????"

No.::. Fuck.

A moment later, Li Qingrong stepped out of the bathroom. Her face bore faint water marks, likely from washing it.

"Hm?"

She saw someone on the sofa, gazing at her with a quiet, lingering stare.

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

Jiang Nian fell silent, rolled over with a pillow hugged tight.

"How can I sleep?"

Li Qingrong lowered her head, pursed her lips. In the dim living room, the light was too faint to see clearly.

"Rest."

"Easy for you to say." Jiang Nian grumbled, rolling over, "If I'm sleepy this afternoon, it's all your fault."

In truth, he wouldn't feel sleepy even if he didn't nap at noon.

This little external aid thing.

Li Qingrong said nothing, lying down on the other side. Her breathing grew steady, as if nothing had just happened.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he couldn't help but smile slightly.

In the dark, Jiang Nian lay awake, eyes open. His blood and Qi were restless—in plain terms, he just couldn't calm down.

This was about temperament.

Real men, at this age, tend to have rigid temperaments,

but he was an honest man, so he carried a touch of gentleness. He forced his eyes open, enduring for twenty minutes.

At 1:50, they went to school together.

Before leaving, Jiang Nian stared hard at Li Qingrong. He watched for a long time but couldn't tell if she'd rested at all.

The monitor is surprisingly calm.

Girls don't have it—so convenient.

In the elevator, Li Qingrong glanced at him.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing. Embracing Qingqing, you're really beautiful." Jiang Nian muttered vaguely, then secretly squeezed her hand.

Mm. Still no reaction.

But in public like this, he couldn't act like a pervert and keep groping the monitor's thighs.

So he gave up.

Before the first afternoon class, Li Hua hadn't slept well. He looked listless, turning to glance at Jiang Nian.

"You didn't nap either?"

Jiang Nian was equally listless, but clearly not from tiredness.

"Didn't manage to."

"Fuck, if you didn't nap, just say it." Li Hua was exasperated, "Adding an extra word makes it sound more formal, does it?"

He was too lazy to explain; Li Hua wasn't worth the effort.

"Mind your own business. Your parents want you to get into 985 or 211, not round down to 91."

"Chi Shi!!"

Li Hua snapped, unable to bear this false accusation. With glances from all around, his face burned redder.

"He's slandering me! Can't you tell?"

Ceng You said, "Sounds real."

Ma Guojun burst out laughing, "Li Hua asked me for that website the day before yesterday—begged on his knees for ages."

"You fucking—"

After a noisy commotion, the bell rang for class.

The first two afternoon classes were back-to-back biology. Qing Bao walked in holding lesson materials, then projected a question.

"Do this question."

With early March approaching, they were deep into the second round's later stage—reviewing test papers and problems took more time than teaching.

After the first mock exam, they'd wrap up and enter the third round.

By then, time would fly like a white horse passing a crevice—even if you tried to grasp it, you'd be powerless.

Qing Bao walked through the classroom. Today she wore a white knit top and loose khaki pants.

Her hair was loosely tied up, giving her a very homely look.

She saw Jiang Nian finish his questions and stare at her, and felt a twinge of guilt—he'd asked her last time what games she played.

"Finished?"

"Mm."

Hearing this, Qing Bao was speechless.

"Check it again."

"Oh."

Jiang Nian didn't look at the questions, but turned to look at Zhang Nenzhi. Gazing at her delicate, porcelain-like face, he sighed.

The class monitor is really cruel.

She's stirred up his craving, and it won't fade for hours. Every time he sees a beautiful girl, he just wants to slide right in.

Don't let me get the chance, or I'll definitely...

"Why are you staring at me?" Zhang Nenzhi asked curiously, poking him. "Hey, the teacher's starting class."

Baby, you're like an ice cream.

"Nothing, sigh." Jiang Nian felt he was nearly sexually repressed, squeezing Zhang Nenzhi's leg.

After receiving a reproachful glance, he focused back on the lesson.

After three classes, Jiang Nian prepared to find Teacher Qi Xue. They'd made a plan yesterday—he'd bring his practice problems to her during the small self-study session.

Just as he was about to stand up, Li Hua sighed.

"You guys, what do people do when they're bored?"

Jiang Nian packed up his things. "Ask questions everywhere, like you."

"Sigh." Li Hua rarely failed to argue, but now he slumped on his desk, lamenting, "Middle school was so much happier."

Jiang Nian thought for a moment, then offered an objective evaluation.

"Sexually repressed."

"Damn it!"

Who else would be the class psychologist? He forgot the problems in front, forgot the ones behind—every psychological issue was...

Ceng You turned around, grinning.

"Group leader, I can ignore what others say, but what the class psychologist says—I can't help but believe."

"Damn it! Damn it!" Li Hua's face turned red. "I was just reminiscing—middle school really was happy."

Hearing this, Zhang Nenzhi smiled sweetly and added,

"I know—it's that one from the exam: 'Deep night, suddenly dreaming of youth's affairs, dreams weep, tears staining red rails.'"

As soon as she finished, everyone burst into laughter.

Ma Guojun remarked sharply, "Not that manly."

Liu Yang watched from afar. "I think Li Hua isn't reminiscing about middle school—he's reminiscing about middle school girls."

"Fair."

"Spot-on—still repressed."

The group chattered loudly, turning Li Hua's face bright red. There's repression in this, but words have already slipped away.

Zhang Nenzhi, however, glanced at Jiang Nian and leaned close to whisper.

"When you were in middle school..."

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"What?" Jiang Nian laughed along with them, not catching what she said. "What middle?"

Middle what?

He caught a bit of it, but chose to pretend he didn't hear.

Zhang Nenzhi whispered again, "When you were in middle school, did you have a crush on any girls?"

"What?" Jiang Nian stood up. "Li Hua's sick? That's insane? I'm telling Old Liu."

Saying this, he grabbed his things and walked off.

Zhang Nenzhi huffed, but didn't pursue it. After all, topics like this—asked and then forgotten.

The more you say, the more you mess up.

Jiang Nian went downstairs, still looking energetic.

A little opening isn't really open.

Still, he'd almost gotten used to it. He scheduled his skill to refresh his physical state for this afternoon slot.

By the time Gaokao comes, the first afternoon exam is math—his weakest subject. Better to lock in his state.

Round it off,

and it's also a long-term strategy.

"Hi." Yu Zhiyi greeted him, her arm swinging, the half-open coat revealing a swaying allure.

Jiang Nian glanced at her, puzzled. He vaguely remembered she'd been fully zipped before leaving the classroom.

This must be what they call "exposure."

"Didn't expect you to be this perverted."

"What!" She'd come down to carry exam papers—there was a mock exam coming, and the school had printed extra copies.

She hadn't even gotten a chance to get back at him before being hit with a barrage of slander.

"Who's the pervert?!"

"You are." Jiang Nian's expression was calm, understanding. "I won't tell anyone. Don't worry."

"Relax your sister!"

"I don't have a sister."

"You!!!" Yu Zhiyi's chest rose and fell violently, unsure who the pervert was, staring at her chest every day.

Although she was covered tightly, not a sliver of skin showing. She always felt, as if she were naked in front of this person.

Jiang Nian had to debunk the rumor—no x-ray vision.

Purely looking at the shape.

What normal Gao Zhongsheng doesn't have pent-up feelings, the two of them knew each other. He looked openly twice, and didn't harass other girls.

If one had to say, he was a gentleman.

"You're the one! Big pervert!" Yu Zhiyi, under his all-around crushing pressure, was rarely bold for once.

"Staring at people's... every day... you're the lewdest one!"

"Yeah, so what?" Jiang Nian's expression was calm, his gaze frank, "Looking twice, so what?"

Can only say, thanks to the brutal exam-oriented education. Otherwise he would be done for in minutes, directly refined into a pill.

Yu Zhiyi heard this, both annoyed and embarrassed.

Her chest felt slightly warm, always feeling a bit awkward. Originally felt it was nothing, but still blushed in an instant.

For a moment her thoughts were in disarray, cheeks scalding hot. The shyness faintly veered toward, some secret delight.

"Sigh."

She looked up, found Jiang Nian had already walked far away.

Yu Zhiyi: "???"

She was instantly speechless, this person's personality was excessively awful. Didn't know how many sentences were true, completely talking nonsense again.

On the other side, Jiang Nian had already arrived at the math office door.

He felt Yu Zhiyi was strange, talking to him, then spacing out, trying to set him up?

Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, slipping away first is best.

In Jiang Nian's view, Yu Zhiyi was the type of person with too much free time. All day either being horny, or looking for fun.

She actually shouldn't be the biology class representative, should go be the arts committee member.

Singing and dancing, doing art stuff.

Knock knock knock.

The sound of knocking

rang out, and a "Come in" sounded from inside.

Jiang Nian pushed the door and entered, saw only two or three people in the office. Called out "Teacher" once, then sat down.

Teacher Qi Xue hummed once, continued doing her own things.

Jiang Nian was used to it, didn't need her to explain. He got up and made tea himself, holding the hot tea and playing on his phone.

A teacher from the same office glanced at Jiang Nian's back and found it strange.

Has Teacher Qi Xue changed her ways, or is this her relative? Actually playing on the phone in the office, looking at study materials?

Logically speaking, students who come to the office.

None of them see Teacher Qi Xue without being nervous. Even those with poor mental fortitude, stammer when speaking.

Hmm? This student looks quite..::

Jiang Nian wasn't browsing study materials, purely playing on his phone. Also gave Li Hua's stupid Moments post a like.

【Son: Everyone has their own forest, only we..:::. the people who should meet will meet again.】

Jiang Nian left a comment: 【In the office, reading alongside Teacher Qi Xue (fist bump), learned a lot.】

Li Hua this bastard also has a phone, replied to him in almost a second.

"Your mom!"

The like count on the Moments post was still slowly rising. At this time during self-study, the ones daring to play on their phones are mostly boys.

Lin Dong: "Laughed so hard in the bathroom I dropped the toilet paper, ordering you to suck my fingers clean later!"

Ma Guojun: "Who you like just tell me directly, I'll go speak for you, stop posting divorce captions all day."

Liu Yang: "Dying of laughter, (hands together) already screenshotted and printed."

Ceng You: "Little reunion."

Nie Qiqi: "If there are no demands for tomorrow."

Dong Que: "Holding hands can also travel. (clever)"

【Moments post doesn't exist, deleted.

Jiang Nian was amused, suddenly felt someone leaning over. He looked up, just meeting Teacher Qi Xue's iceberg face.

Her temperament wasn't cold, just most of the time her expression was cold. Qing Bao's sternness was fake, hers was real.

But it depends on the person, her temper wasn't irritable.

"What are you looking at, laughing the whole time?"

"Jokes."

"Fine." She actually wasn't pedantic, also had a young person's side, "Show me next time."

It's just, interacting with students was relatively stiff.

Added to that, math itself is a fairly serious subject. Over time, habitually strict.

Student: Aba aba.

Teacher: Just kill me.

Teacher Qi Xue also had this problem, but still had some patience left for students, and Jiang Nian's attitude was relatively good.

As she spoke, her brows occasionally furrowed slightly.

Mouth dry, she reached out on instinct. Touched

the teacup, found it warm, and just as she was about to say something, swallowed the words back.

"You filled my water?"

"Yes."

"Thank you."

"It's only right, Teacher."

Qi Xue felt a little wronged, and sometimes wanted to find fault. Then on second thought, she felt she was the one with the problem.

Before evening self-study.

Lin Dong was playing with his phone in the classroom, leaning back and tapping the screen. Sun Zhicheng came in, called out to him, and got no answer.

"Hmm?"

He leaned over and asked curiously.

"What are you up to, Brother Dong?"

"Nothing." Lin Dong instinctively hid the screen for a moment, then seeing Sun Zhicheng's expression, said helplessly, "Karaoke."

Hearing this, Sun Zhicheng froze.

Quanmin K Ge had indeed been pretty popular these past two years, but it was the kind of thing that went out of fashion in a flash—why was Brother Dong still doing karaoke?

"How come...?"

"After the college entrance exam, don't we have to do karaoke for graduation?"

"You're starting way too early." Sun Zhicheng complained, then figured it actually did seem necessary.

If they worked hard, getting into a first-tier university was basically a sure thing.

After the college entrance exam, there'd be the Teacher-Appreciation Banquet. Maybe a class reunion, and after dinner there'd basically only be KTV left to go to.

Just thinking about it, Lin Dong would have stolen the whole show.

"Forget it, I'll prepare too." He glanced over. "Brother Dong, did you sign up for a class?"

"Let me see."

Lin Dong handed the phone to him, looking quite proud.

"Nope, practiced on my own."

Sun Zhicheng played a clip and couldn't help but praise, "Brother Dong, you're amazing."

"Obviously."

"What's this?"

Lin Dong was rattling on at length about his experience, thoroughly enjoying himself. He glanced over casually—and his soul nearly flew out of his body in fright.

"Holy shit! How did you send it out?"

"Huh?"

【Ceng You has downloaded it.】

"We're done for!"

Meanwhile, Jiang Nian was working on a test paper. Ceng You suddenly leaned over and placed his phone in front of him.

"Quick question—can you re-encode this audio clip?"

"Sure, just change the file extension." Jiang Nian asked casually, "What song is so short? What's it for?"

Ceng You: "Use it as the dorm alarm."