Chapter 107 Qingbao, Qingbao, hehehe

Jiang Nian pushed the QQ account of the green tea girl Zhou Yuting to Zhou Haifei, saying, “Perfect, you two share the same family name.”

Zhou Haifei was initially annoyed at this matchmaking.

He thought, ‘You damn well try to set me up with some dark-skinned, ugly woman to disgust me,’ but he didn’t dare to act out due to a certain person’s intimidating presence, so he could only endure it and glance over.

He immediately couldn’t take his eyes off her; her smile was like a spring breeze, and her eyebrows were like the moon.

“Oh? She really is from the same family?”

“She likes proactive guys, so just go for it,” Jiang Nian patted his shoulder, each pat heavy with force. “Good luck, I’m leaving now.”

“Alright, thanks, Vice Class Monitor,” Zhou Haifei nodded like a pounding garlic.

From the very beginning, when Jiang Nian said he was the Vice Class Monitor, Zhou Haifei was intimidated.

Zhennan High School prioritizes strength and judges solely by academic performance.

In special classes like the third-year Olympiad class, class committee members are essentially privileges within privileges. It’s entirely possible for them to do some seemingly idle tasks on behalf of the homeroom teacher.

When that Jiang Nian sought him out, he also said that one less 985 student meant one less bonus.

Arts and sciences had two separate academic Systems, and their homeroom teacher, Liu Liangsong, was too lazy to cross classes to find someone. So he let him handle it, and it had to be resolved.

Who isn’t afraid of a madman waving a big flag?

However, although that person was a bit crazy, he was still quite nice; he actually introduced him to a pretty girl.

He’d inquire another day if she was really good at academics and rich.

Zhou Haifei was different from other scumbags who would just go for anyone pretty.

No, he only liked girls who were good at academics, pretty, and had to be science students.

Because good science grades meant intelligence, and being pretty was an Innate advantage. Only the most excellent genes matching his own would make a relationship worthwhile.

Eating anything and everything, wasn’t that like a stray dog?

(Lin Dong: Achoo!)

Walking down the stairs, there were ten minutes left before evening self-study.

Zhang Ningzhi followed closely behind Jiang Nian, realizing somewhat belatedly that he seemed to have stood up for her just now.

It wasn’t that no one had ever spoken up for her before, but it was always just a casual favor or a brief intervention, for which she was already very grateful.

But it was never like Jiang Nian, who immediately stood up for her face-to-face the moment he spoke. It was her own business, yet he seemed even angrier than she was.

There was a feeling of being cared for.

In the dimly lit stairwell, Zhang Ningzhi tugged his school uniform jacket.

“Thank you.”

Jiang Nian stopped and turned to look at her.

“No need, it was just a small favor. We’re deskmates, and I drink your beverages every day. If you really want to thank me, how about treating me to a meal at Dongshun another day?”

Dongshun wasn’t a fancy restaurant; it was a newly opened Chinese fast-food place on Zhennan Street. The food tasted excellent, better than restaurant food.

The only drawback was that it was a bit expensive for students; after all, a few small plates of dishes cost forty or fifty yuan, while a chicken leg meal in the cafeteria was six yuan.

“Okay!” She brightened up again.

A Young Miss who buys a bowl of plain porridge for 50 yuan didn’t care about such a small amount. The moment she agreed, she suddenly wondered if she should invite him to the city on the weekend.

Going downstairs, the two walked side by side. From the dimness, they walked towards the bright, stark white corridor of the fourth floor, where the fluorescent lights, like thick snow, melted away the approaching night.

“When did you become the Vice Class Monitor?”

“Old Liu secretly appointed me; it wasn’t announced.”

Zhang Ningzhi let out an “Ah” and turned to look at him, only seeing a handsome profile. It took her a few seconds to realize he was teasing her, and she couldn’t help but purse her lips.

She could feel the web of friendship in her heart growing denser. The bright, spacious corridor seemed to become unusually narrow, as if it could only accommodate two people.

Neither of them spoke again, each adjusting their state, preparing to enter the classroom for self-study.

In the third year of high school, even if the sky fell, one still had to do problems. The prominently displayed college entrance exam countdown hung in the corridor. The LED screen showed two lines of large red characters: 【Return to textbooks, carefully read the questions】.

As the two entered the classroom, Li Qingrong happened to look up, her gaze sweeping over Jiang Nian and Zhang Ningzhi. Her eyes lowered for a moment, then slowly returned to her math test paper.

The first and second evening self-study sessions were for Chinese. The Chinese class representative, Tao Ran, brought a set of test papers.

“Tonight, we’ll do this test paper. You don’t need to write an essay. Hand it in after the second evening self-study session.”

The classroom immediately stirred, filled with complaints.

“Didn’t we already have a weekly test? Why are we doing a Chinese test paper again today?”

“I haven’t even finished my math test paper yet, how am I supposed to write this?”

“Forget it, I’ll just copy it and be done.”

Tao Ran’s face was expressionless. In his second year of high school, he would still refute and scold his classmates for being unmotivated and looking down on subjects. Now, he was numb, lying flat and letting things happen.

The Chinese class representative was inferior, the lowest of the low.

I’m a grandson, alright?

Come on, you old folks in third year, here comes your grandson again to disgust you.

Tao Ran cleared his throat. “Hand it in after the second evening self-study session. The homeroom teacher said he’d take names if it’s not handed in.”

“Damn it! Are they sick?!”

“Who’ll let me copy? Damn, I’ve accumulated six test papers; I really can’t finish them.”

“Oh my god, so I’m a student? I’m so exhausted, I thought I was an animal. Put a rope around my neck, and I’ll go plow the fields!”

Jiang Nian had no reaction; it was just a mere Chinese test paper.

He had used his free time all afternoon, doing problems little by little, and had already completed most of two math test papers.

After being promoted to the Olympiad class, he actually adapted quite well. The knowledge imprinted in his mind by the Memory Bread was never forgotten, not needing to follow the forgetting curve.

Ebbinghaus? Did he also have Deep Blue?

A large portion of his homework was copied, and some, like English, was even outsourced. His good daughter, Song Xiyun, took care of it, doing odd jobs for her black-hearted creditor in addition to her studies.

In contrast, Yu Tongjie was much more disheveled.

Jiang Nian often saw his name on the list of incomplete homework. It seemed that classmate Squirtle was struggling a bit, unable to finish his homework every day.

Perhaps he was still adjusting during the first two weeks after being promoted, but after things gradually improved, Yu Tongjie started to struggle. He was constantly scrambling to catch up on homework, much more subdued.

To be honest, Jiang Nian wanted to watch the show and hoped to see classmate Yu secretly shedding little pearls.

The test papers rustled like white snow, passing from front to back. Li Hua’s face was numb. After receiving them, he distributed the papers to his two deskmates, then couldn’t help but let out a heavy sigh.

“I hope the reading comprehension gives me an interesting little story; I’m holding on by this last breath.”

Jiang Nian turned, “You’re fantasizing again, Hua.”

“Maybe, let’s not look yet,” Li Hua opened his dictation book. “Let’s do the other questions first. After I read the story, I won’t want to write the test paper anymore.”

Zhang Ningzhi opened the Chinese test paper, took out the pristine answer sheet, and began writing the classical poetry dictation questions. Her heart had calmed, but her emotions were still bubbling.

Her face was utterly composed, but in her mind, she kept replaying what had just happened.

She had always been slow to react, so she would replay it countless times.

The first line tested ‘Wanli beiqiu chang zuoke’ (a guest in sorrow for a myriad miles in autumn). She wrote carefully, her delicate handwriting appearing on the answer sheet. In the sentence, the Poet-Sage’s edges had been smoothed by hardship.

The young girl in the classroom, however, could not empathize with Du Fu at this moment. She wrote about ‘a myriad miles of autumn sorrow.’

But what she thought of was a snowy wilderness ablaze, boundless for a myriad miles.

A few minutes into the test, suddenly, Ma Guojun shouted in the class.

“Oh my god, Jiang Nian!”

Ma Guojun was accustomed to being boisterous, directly shouting across a large group of people during self-study. Some students in the class looked up, drawing disapproving glances from the discipline committee.

Jiang Nian subconsciously turned and looked at him.

“Ma Guojun, what’s wrong?”

At the mention of “Ma Guojun,” half the class burst into laughter instantly. The discipline committee member also couldn’t hold back, his lips trembling. He didn’t even bother to call for quiet and lowered his head to continue doing the test paper.

“Holy crap, you guys are disgusting.”

Ma Guojun couldn’t stand him either. “You damn well look at the multiple-choice questions, your QQ!”

Jiang Nian was still writing dictation, so he flipped to the multiple-choice questions.

It read: Choose the sentences that are similar in meaning to the one-dimensional sense of time in “Generations of people are endless, the river moon looks similar year after year” (multiple choice).

Several options were: “Black hair knows not to study diligently early, white head regrets reading late.” and “Idle clouds and pond reflections leisurely pass the days, things change and stars shift through how many autumns.”

Li Hua turned to look at him upon hearing this. “Brother Nian, what do you choose?”

Jiang Nian: “All of them.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Ningzhi poked him and whispered.

“There’s one that can’t be chosen.”

“Then let me see yours.” Jiang Nian leaned over, his head only two fingers’ distance from hers. “ABD? Okay, I trust you, I’ll copy it with my eyes closed.”

Li Hua watched from the side, a little exasperated, wanting to report a few people.

Seriously, even during a test?

Why did this scene look more and more like dog food?

After the second evening self-study session, the Chinese test papers were handed in. Taking advantage of Zhang Ningzhi going to the restroom.

Li Hua grabbed Jiang Nian: “When did you two start dating?”

“Are you crazy? Dating in the third year of high school?” Jiang Nian looked at Li Hua strangely. “Hua, are you fantasizing again?”

“Am I blind? You leaned over just now, and Zhang Ningzhi’s face was all red.” Li Hua said half of it, then seeing no reaction from him, his voice became less confident.

“Really not dating?”

“Huh? Look at my eyes.” Jiang Nian said this while glancing at Wu Jungu’s seat. Seeing that he wasn’t there, he then said, “Dating in the third year of high school is just raising someone else’s wife.”

Li Hua evidently believed Jiang Nian’s innocence and then asked curiously.

“Why can’t it be playing with someone else’s wife?”

“Purely an Ah Q spirit. People who think that way are basically just lacking love, hoping the other person will treat them as well as they treat her,” Jiang Nian said mercilessly, with a venomous tongue.

“In reality, no one will treat him well. Once the filter fades, you’ll suffer. You can neither change her nor keep her. You’ll exhaust all your energy and can only self-comfort that it wasn’t a loss.”

Li Hua felt a sharp pain in his heart and waved his hand, saying.

“I’m not talking to you anymore, you’re stabbing me in the lungs again.”

After speaking, Li Hua flipped through the self-study timetable and found that the last evening self-study session was for biology. He suddenly froze, then turned to look at Jiang Nian again.

“It’s biology later. Are you going out of the classroom for special tutoring again?”

“Mhm.” Jiang Nian had already pulled out his biology revision book.

“Again with his girlfriend?” Li Hua leaned closer, lowered his voice, and raised an eyebrow. “Have you talked to Yu Zhiyi? Doesn’t Brother Jun mind?”

“Nonsense, talk about what?” Jiang Nian saw no one around. “Honestly, I really hope Qing Bao can find someone else. I always feel like getting involved with her is a lot of trouble.”

“Why?” Li Hua was startled. “There’s nothing wrong, we’re all classmates. Yu Zhiyi often greets us too, it’s just a bit awkward for me here.”

Ring, ring, ring, evening self-study began.

Jiang Nian saw Zhang Ningzhi return from the front door of the classroom, so he didn’t continue speaking. He just patted Li Hua’s shoulder, picked up his stool, and went out first.

To be honest, Yu Zhiyi lacked boundaries.

Jiang Nian had pursued Zhou Yuting and understood her too well; she was a relatively high-level green tea girl. Her little circle, in fact, seemed to be quite a thing.

In contrast, Yu Zhiyi didn’t have as many tricks as Zhou Yuting. Many of her actions were subconscious; such people have their own self-consistent logic.

For example, if she had a boyfriend, she would absolutely not cheat. But not cheating didn’t mean she couldn’t have male friends. She might feel that girls were unfriendly because of her figure.

This led to her having several male friends, playing without much sense of boundaries, but always without crossing the line.

Jiang Nian could even imagine that if Wu Jungu questioned her, Yu Zhiyi would get angry, then cry, complaining about being ostracized by girls, asking what he wanted her to do.

“Do you want me to die?!”

In an unmanned corner of the third-floor corridor, Yu Zhiyi looked distraught, facing her boyfriend.

“What do you want me to do?”

Wu Jungu’s face showed a hint of unbearable pain, but he still gritted his teeth.

“Why did he help you get hot water?”

“He was just helping me out; we’re good friends.” Yu Zhiyi took a deep breath, looked up, and stared at him. “What do you think the situation should be like?”

The corridor corner was dimly lit. Wu Jungu swallowed, wanting to speak but hesitating. He had clearly emphasized that he would mind, yet she still interacted with other males.

It was as if she couldn’t distinguish between ambiguous situations.

He really wanted to say that sentence, ‘Don’t I know what he’s thinking?’ But the thought circled in his mind for a while, and he still didn’t say it.

“No.”

“No?” Yu Zhiyi took a deep breath. “You came to find me as soon as class ended, and immediately started questioning me. Then when I ask you, you just say ‘no’?”

“I—”

“Alright, I’m very busy now; biology evening self-study has already started.” She took a step back. “I still have to do advanced studies. Can we talk about it after school?”

“Mhm.”

Wu Jungu watched Yu Zhiyi rush upstairs, never looking at him from beginning to end.

He returned to the classroom in a daze and saw Jiang Nian sitting at the table by the classroom door, writing problems. The latter was engrossed in his work, oblivious to everything around him.

Only after Wu Jungu entered the classroom did Jiang Nian look up.

On the other side, there was a commotion in the adjacent classroom. Yu Zhiyi brought out a small stool. In her hand, she held a textbook and a dictation notebook, likely a task assigned by Qing Bao.

Jiang Nian immediately stood up and turned to go to the restroom.

Anyway, outside the classroom, no one could control him. It wasn’t until Qing Bao came from the office to the classroom that he slowly and leisurely returned from the restroom, putting away his phone.

While teaching, Jiang Nian either looked at the problems or at Qing Bao, unable to suppress the smile on his lips. Qing Bao, Qing Bao, hehe.

“Teacher, will you be handing out test papers tomorrow?”

Zhong Qing’s face was serious. After thinking for a moment, she asked.

“Do you want them handed out or not?”

Jiang Nian immediately found it hard to endure; this question couldn’t be answered casually. Sure enough, a few angry shouts came from within the class.

“It’s been two days since we’ve done the ‘Aruba Jiang Nian’ game!”