Chapter 656: Double Moons Over the Sky

Jiang Nian nodded, not asking further.

He had done things like setting custom alarms before. In the past, there were even those "ah, ah, ah~" cutesy ones.

At the first "ah," his parents' slippers would come flying.

Actually, it wasn't slippers.

And it wasn't that slow.

He was busy doing problems, preparing for the shopping trip with Zhizhi tomorrow.

Although he preferred staying in the classroom over shopping, he had no choice; he had to go this time.

Because... the one who knows the times is a hero.

"F*cking Jiang Nian!" Li Hua rushed into the classroom, braked with a slide, and grabbed him by the collar, "You f*cking..."

Jiang Nian was dumbfounded, "What the hell are you doing?"

"It's all you, leading the charge to attack your daddy this afternoon!" Li Hua clutched his head, "Damn, my image is gone!"

"Keep dreaming, Hua." Jiang Nian was indifferent, "It was already a ruin to begin with; if it's gone, it's gone."

"Eat sh*t!!"

After Li Hua finished cursing, he had a bit of self-awareness. Soon, he was heartless again and ran off to brag.

The time before class was short, and there was nothing to do.

Wang Yuhe walked past as if nothing happened. Seeing him still diligently doing problems, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At least the duck feet were safe.

He definitely wouldn't know the answer to her combination lock. No matter how he tried, he would fail in the end.

Because the password was his student ID number.

Their class was 403; by convention, the 0 could be omitted. Combined, it made a four-digit password.

"What are you looking at!" Wang Yuhe stopped, turned her head, and raised her fist, "Look again and I'll beat you up."

Jiang Nian happened to look up, caught a glimpse of the sneaky Wang Yuhe, and guessed most of what was on her mind.

A four-digit combination lock is nothing more than a birthday, a student ID, or the last digits of a phone number.

Elementary school friends don't have many, generally speaking. She wasn't stupid; she definitely wouldn't choose numbers related to herself.

It was likely related to Chen Yunyun, or perhaps to him.

There were only a few sets of numbers; trying a few combinations wouldn't be hard if he wanted to open a lock.

Jiang Nian chuckled and casually blurted out a string of numbers.

"0705?"

This was Wang Yuhe's birthday. Upon hearing this, she couldn't help but feel spirited, saying triumphantly.

"Keep guessing."

Saying that, she left, feeling satisfied.

"Try Chen Yunyun's next time." Jiang Nian muttered to himself, planning to eat all the duck feet after opening the lock.

Then he would leave her a note, Japanese-style.

【Eating outside must be delicious, right?】

【Oh, forgot to tell you. The duck feet believed until they died】

【that you would come to save them, hehehe!】

"What are you laughing at?"

Zhang Ningzhi entered the classroom and waved her hand in front of him.

"What?" He came back to his senses and asked.

"Nothing, I just saw you giggling." Zhang Ningzhi tried to squeeze through the seats, but the gap was too small.

She couldn't help but puff out her cheeks; this person was definitely doing it on purpose! Leaving such a narrow gap just to mock her.

"Move over again!"

"Oh, oh." Jiang Nian didn't think much of it; he had just figured out a few number combinations and was preparing to write them down.

Early tomorrow morning, he would try them one by one on the combination lock.

There were only a hundred days left until the college entrance exam; it was sinful to think about playing all day, except for bullying elementary school students.

Anyway, with Chen Yunyun to back her up, Wang Yuhe couldn't get too angry.

How delightful.

When the bell for evening self-study rang, Li Qingrong finally entered the classroom. She was followed by Cai Xiaoqing, also known as Soy Milk.

Behind them was Nie Qiqi; he didn't know where they had gone that afternoon.

Tao Ran went up to the podium to write the Chinese homework list, but no one cared. Then she took out a stack of test papers and started distributing them.

"Exam during the first period of evening self-study."

Hearing this, the whole class groaned. With the college entrance exam countdown almost at two digits, who was in the mood to write Chinese?

"Damn it, let me copy later."

"I'm not writing it either."

"What about Lai?"

Such conversations happened frequently in the class. However, in the sixth group, it didn't need to be that troublesome.

Ceng You didn't hand it in, and Li Hua scribbled nonsense.

Jiang Nian changed the name to Li Hua, wrote a few multiple-choice questions, and was too lazy to think about the ancient poetry, so he turned to look at the class monitor's.

When handing in the papers, he collected them all.

He changed the answer sheet Li Hua had filled out to his own name, while "Li Hua's" answer sheet was left largely blank.

The Eight Immortals cross the sea, each showing their own magic.

Tao Ran looked up and asked casually.

"Are they all collected?"

"Ceng You didn't write it."

Jiang Nian didn't need to hide it; this guy not writing test papers wasn't a one-day occurrence. Even Old Liu didn't care anymore.

As long as the grades didn't drop, he was too lazy to manage the rest.

"Oh." Tao Ran originally wanted to ask him to book the psychological counseling room, but didn't want to be seen as a "Nan Tong."

"Are there many people in psychological counseling lately?"

"I suppose." Jiang Nian thought about it; that woman Lan Lan hadn't contacted him in a long time, she must be busy.

With the college entrance exam approaching, there were many things to do.

Some students might be too embarrassed, but when they were truly at their wit's end, they would still muster the courage to find someone to confide in.

The school also intended to provide a "vaccination," specifically increasing the difficulty of the

mock exam.

To prevent some people from having a blast all winter break, only to kneel during the first mock exam and be so discouraged they drop out.

"Alright then." Tao Ran gave up.

Jiang Nian nodded and was about to leave. Turning his head, he caught a glimpse of Zhou Yuuting looking at the class grade sheet.

His own name was marked in red, with a red line drawn underneath.

Huh?

Tingzi's resentment was too heavy, but taking him as a target—no matter how you put it—was setting the bar a bit high.

This wasn't a TV drama where you could get into Tsinghua in a month or two.

He had used a small cheat, and it still took him over half a year of grinding to fill in the foundations, practicing big and small problems like crazy.

But compared to the skill rewards, effort made him feel more grounded.

After all, in the process, there was the practice of learning methods; once successful, they could be applied to other areas.

Giving a man a fish is not as good as teaching him how to fish; that was probably the logic.

Even if the system were to be patched now and a "million-point withdrawal" occurred, he had the confidence to get ahead on his own merits.

"Jiang Nian, do you have a moment?"

"Hmm?" He turned his head, discovered the person calling him was Cai Xiaoqing, and nodded, "Yes, I do."

"Could you ask the English teacher..."

,

Xibao had two recorded public lessons focusing on college entrance exam question types. They needed to be graded, and she had mentioned it early on.

It was originally scheduled for Sunday, but she swapped classes with the math teacher today. Cai Xiaoqing asked an extra question so she could prepare.

Before long, Xibao replied on WeChat.

"As usual."

Jiang Nian repeated the old woman's meaning. Upon hearing this, Cai Xiaoqing nodded and said thank you.

"You're welcome, Soy Milk."

Between friends, it wasn't exactly "sharing life and death," but Cai Xiaoqing was indeed a bit too serious most of the time.

Cai Xiaoqing: "..."

》

She looked at Jiang Nian's expression and couldn't be bothered to correct him. She just rolled her eyes at him and hurried away.

The Holy Son of Heaven rules by doing nothing, unstained by wind and snow; naturally, the big and small affairs of the class required her, the Right Minister, to share the burden.

No time to get tangled up with the Smor people.

In a flash, it was before the end of evening self-study.

Li Hua had already cleared his desk, staring blankly at the doorway with an expression on his face like a moron.

"Haha."

Ma Guojun couldn't hold it in; risking getting caught, he pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of Li Hua.

"Jiang Nian, let me show you the village guardian of Zhennan."

"Eat shit!!"

Li Hua was already used to it, so he didn't have much of a reaction. He just looked at the countdown board and sighed.

"Suddenly want to work hard,

not going to sleep tonight."

"Watching movies all night?" Jiang Nian leaned over and added a finishing blow, "You should pay more attention to resting."

"Eat shit, eat shit!" Li Hua couldn't stand these people, "I'm saying, I'm going to memorize vocabulary all night."

"Damn it, my English is so bad. It's all because of you bunch of bastards, tempting me to play every day."

As the words fell, everyone laughed.

"Team leader, you're confused!" Ceng You said with deep sorrow, "Can your English grades improve by memorizing a few words?"

"Indeed."

Jiang Nian rubbed his chin, looking puzzled.

"Hua, are you saying that someone among us spent money to make your phone automatically redirect to websites in the middle of the night?"

Ma Guojun laughed, "The big hand of capital, there's really nothing to be done about it."

"Maybe you're tight on cash."

The boys around them chattered all at once, almost making Li Hua faint from listening.

"Eat shit!"

It's all Jiang Nian's fault, that bastard, always spreading rumors about him doing that, and now everyone in the class knows.

Fortunately, the bell rang, and Li Hua watched the people around him scatter. What he wanted to say remained unsaid, and he thought to himself.

This time I really have to work hard; there are only one hundred days left, nothing left to play with, I have to prove it to everyone.

I, Li Hua, am a true genius!

At the school gate.

Jiang Nian walked along the road, using the dim streetlights. He glanced at the two girls in front and discovered they were dressed the same.

Both were wearing winter school uniform jackets plus a pair of jeans.

"Are you two putting together some kind of combo?"

Hearing this, Xu Qianqian turned her head while holding onto Song Xiyun. She gave him a look of slight disdain and hummed.

"Today is Bestie Day."

"What?"

Xu Qianqian rolled her eyes, "It's something we agreed on, why is a big guy like you asking so much?"

Actually, Jiang Nian just thought their legs looked quite nice.

It would be great if he could touch them.

It's all the class monitor's fault for getting him worked up today. Yu Zhiyi was acting like that this afternoon, making him feel a bit...

restless.

Seeing him distracted, Song Xiyun thought he cared about this secret. It wasn't impossible to tell him, so she hesitated for a moment and said.

"There are only one hundred days left until the college entrance exam, and Qianqian and I agreed to wear the same clothes every Saturday."

Jiang Nian looked them over, his eyebrows raised.

"Dressed the same too?"

"Mm."

Both girls were wearing white sneakers, although the styles were different. But if you didn't look closely, you basically couldn't tell.

"Cosplaying Yuan Ge?"

His one sentence made both Xu Qianqian and

Song Xiyun unable to hold it together.

"You're the one cosplaying... can you even talk!" Xu Qianqian gritted her teeth, put her hands on her hips and said, "If you talk nonsense again, I'll bite you to death!"

Song Xiyun was also a bit speechless, but she felt like playing the game again.

"It's just an anniversary."

"Repeat it a dozen times, and it's the college entrance exam," Xu Qianqian said, "Every week at this time, we record a video to document it."

Hearing about recording videos, Jiang Nian looked up.

"Can you let me film it?"

"You?" Xu Qianqian crossed her arms and looked him over, refusing without hesitation, "No."

"Why?"

"You pervert!"

Song Xiyun didn't help Jiang Nian speak, which counted as tacit agreement. If she really let Jiang Nian film the vlog, she wouldn't be able to let go.

"Want to be an internet celebrity?"

Hearing this, Xu Qianqian couldn't help but 【glare at】 him.

"Go to hell!"

"Qianqian said this can make money," Song Xiyun said, "But we'll only have time to organize it after the college entrance exam."

"Just filming some material," she said.

Hearing this, Jiang Nian nodded.

"I see."

He suddenly realized; he hadn't noticed before. Young Master Xu's business mind was already budding at this time.

Perhaps, in that parallel universe of the system.

Xu Qianqian's attempt failed, but by chance, she discovered the afterglow of e-commerce and made a killing.

He was noncommittal and expressed his support.

Before long, the three of them walked through the dilapidated alley. When they were about to go upstairs, the two girls were still walking in front.

Jiang Nian looked up and saw the full moon buttocks.

Twin moons hung in the sky.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in his Dao heart. Almost unconsciously, he swallowed his saliva.

He took a deep breath and regained his clarity.

At this moment, Xu Qianqian turned her head on the stairs. Seeing Jiang Nian's expression was not quite right, she couldn't help but frown.

"What are you doing?"

"Sleepy."

Xu Qianqian didn't believe him and rolled her eyes at him.

But she didn't say anything.

Hearing this, Song Xiyun also turned her head. She looked at Xu Qianqian, then glanced at Jiang Nian, looking puzzled.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, let's go," Xu Qianqian took Song Xiyun's arm, "Stay away from this pervert."

Song Xiyun: "???"

What's this all about?

She wasn't stupid; after thinking about it carefully, she understood. Looking from the stairs, it probably wasn't a big deal.

After all, it was Jiang Nian, and she couldn't bring herself to hate him.

Back when she was sick, it was him who took her to the hospital, and he even scratched out five thousand yuan.

She couldn't say she was resistant; at most, she was a little shy.

Jiang Nian didn't follow them in and went straight back to his own home. After washing up, he relied on willpower to return to his desk.

He lowered his head to do problems, and the first one required a derivative.

He was speechless, got up and left the room. He splashed his face with cold water, and only then did he completely calm down.

Jiang Nian wasn't celibate; he just felt he was missing a tutor.

"Fuck!"

He opened the window and, after letting the cold wind blow for a while, slowly regained his state and buried his head in his work again.

On the other side, the North District girls' dormitory.

After the lights went out, six instant noodle cups were arranged in a hexagon. Connected together, they formed the chemical symbol for benzene.

"Take a picture and post it to Moments."

"I don't have many friends on WeChat."

"Then just post it to your feed, everyone take a picture," Yu Zhiyi was the most enthusiastic, encouraging the others to post together.

She wasn't from this dormitory, but she occasionally visited, and this time she only came to pose for the photo to make up the numbers.

Chen Yunyun took a photo and sent it to Jiang Nian.

"Instant noodles 【Image】."

Wang Yuhe took a photo, looked around, and realized there was no one she could send it to. After thinking it over, she picked a few people to send it to.

Yu Zhiyi looked up and turned to look at Wang Yuhe.

"Why are you sending this to me?"

Chen Yunyun also received it, but she wasn't surprised. This was just Wang Yuhe's daily routine; she was already used to it.

Most likely, she had a falling out with Jiang Nian and had no one else to send it to.

"Just showing you."

Yu Zhiyi: "...... Thank you."

The next day.

In a male dormitory in the North District, a familiar singing voice broke the silence of the room, and several people scrambled to get up.

Lin Dong was sleeping groggily and thought he was dreaming. Once he fully woke up, he sat up abruptly.

"Damn it!"

"You idiot Ceng You, who told you to use this as an alarm!"

Jiang Nian looked at the screen, his expression unreadable.