Chapter 151: Class Monitor, Your Hands Are So Small

Saturday. The school was quiet, and the basketball court outside had been cordoned off.

The Grade Group had indeed put a lot of thought into this Joint Exam. Statistically speaking, about one-third of the students from each senior class were distributed in Building B.

The exam room was bustling.

To be precise, this was Li Qingrong’s exam room.

The classroom was spacious, with only thirty people in total. Since it was a science exam room, the number of girls could be counted on two hands, and naturally, Li Qingrong was the center of attention.

The young girl sat with an upright posture that didn’t appear stiff. Her thick, high ponytail looked elegant, but what really attracted attention was her fair neck and soft jawline.

Under the autumn sun, her earlobes were honey-colored, like translucent pink amber. Her entire aura looked cold and aloof, and no one dared to step forward to disturb her.

Several boys pretended to look out the window, their gazes sweeping over the girl by the window. They silently thought to themselves that it would be great if their seats were closer to hers.

Perhaps the story could unfold with a cliché plot like picking up an eraser or borrowing a pencil, then adding her on QQ to show off their humorous, witty, and kind side.

That’s how it’s drawn in anime: Takagi, Mai-senpai, or Tamako. Naruto, Hinata, Ino, Hyouka, Sora no Otoshimono, Dimi-hen, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the like.

It seems like a lot of complicated stuff was mixed in, but that’s okay.

Pure love is invincible; it just needed the catalyst of picking up a pen.

Hmm. Is it possible that her pen rolls across half the classroom and lands at my feet? What kind of anime trope is this? Would she use a dialect to confess?

Hiss~ Should I pretend not to understand the Hakka dialect? This is so damn hard to choose!

A cold classmate confessing in an incomprehensible local dialect.

What should we name the kids in the future?

There was still some time before the exam started, and occasionally one could see people wandering between exam rooms.

Yu Tongjie was no exception; he was also assigned to take the exam on the third floor of Building B. Furthermore, after putting down his stationery, he rushed to Li Qingrong’s exam room at the first opportunity.

As soon as he entered, he sensed that the atmosphere was off. Several boys in the classroom had wandering eyes, seemingly looking intentionally or unintentionally at Li Qingrong by the window. He couldn’t help but sneer.

Do you even know her? Just staring blindly—what is there to look at?

Yu Tongjie didn’t speak directly to Li Qingrong, nor did he know what to say.

For this, he had a better method.

A few minutes later, Yu Tongjie walked over to a friend he knew in the exam room. He chatted loudly, occasionally popping out some Advanced vocabulary.

“Apple Watch is just so-so. XXX said they wanted to give me one, but I didn’t want it.”

“Damn, that must cost a lot, right?”

“Hey, it’s not about the money.” Yu Tongjie waved his hand, his peripheral vision glancing toward Li Qingrong. “It’s mainly that I can’t accept it, and besides, I have no use for this thing.”

“Hiss~” The friend cooperated, sucking in a cold breath. “Right, Brother Yu, I heard…”

Many people in the exam room were attracted by Yu Tongjie’s voice, some feeling surprised, others disdainful.

Yu Tongjie held forth with exaggerated gestures, bursting into laughter occasionally. He made such a scene as if the lifeblood of the political and business circles of Location were in his hands.

And in his own eyes, he was the calm and restrained second-generation heir from a novel about high-ranking officials.

Before long, a figure flashed in from outside the classroom door.

Jiang Nian entered, took one look, and sat directly next to Li Qingrong. Many gazes in the exam room followed, looking slightly surprised.

Wait, who is this guy?

“Class Monitor, aren’t you reviewing?”

Li Qingrong glanced at him, withdrew her gaze, and lowered her eyes to look at the desktop.

“I finished reviewing during morning reading.”

“Oh, oh, then let me test you.” Jiang Nian rested one hand on the desk, looking at her face while posing a question. “In ‘Returning to Dwell in Gardens’, what is the ancient poem that mentions planting various trees?”

Yu Tongjie was halfway through his sentence when he heard a familiar voice. Turning his head, he suddenly caught sight of someone extra next to Li Qingrong and felt angry.

Where did this blonde guy come from?

Looking closely, why is Jiang Nian here too!

He couldn’t help but hold his breath, listening carefully to the chat between Jiang Nian and Li Qingrong. On one hand, he was curious, and on the other, he wanted to know what topics Li Qingrong was interested in.

But listening to this, the answers he got were…

“Class Monitor, do you not like drinking water?”

“Class Monitor, your hair is tied up so beautifully, how many hair ties do you have at home?”

“Class Monitor, your hands are so small, how are they so much whiter than mine?”

In an instant, Yu Tongjie felt his vision go dark, almost unable to stand.

What a greasy, pathetic guy!

Li Qingrong glanced at him; she ignored some questions, such as why her hands were so white, but answered others, not showing any rejection.

Jiang Nian chatted for a while and left contentedly, leaving behind a trail of heartbroken sounds.

Nearly half the boys in the exam room watched the blonde guy leave, their moods inevitably dropping. No way. Why do all the pretty girls like that kind of guy?

That guy, apart from his face being okay, speaks so greasily and isn’t funny! But why… Does the Japanese-style kind guy ultimately lose to the local blonde guy?

Yu Tongjie left the exam room in a daze, until he returned to his own exam room by instinct. The moment he sat down, he came back to his senses; he needed to hurry.

Get 600 points early, then beg Old Liu to change groups.

Just as he was thinking this, two Invigilators walked in holding two sealed document bags.

The Chinese test papers were handed out.

The moment Jiang Nian got the test paper, his first feeling was that the paper quality was good. A scent of ink wafted out, and taking a breath was even slightly addictive.

He then flipped to the last page, looked at the essay topic first—a classic Materials essay. Reading Qu Yuan. “The road ahead is long and arduous, I shall search high and low.”

Please combine the Materials, connect with the context, blah blah blah.

College Entrance Exam eight-legged essay, can see the formula at a glance.

The moment he saw the topic, Jiang Nian already had a few directions to break it down. But he didn’t dwell on it, just left an impression, and would review the prompt at the end.

He continued to do the ancient poem recitation, and after finishing, looked at the reading comprehension. Confirming there was a story he could read, he finally let out a long breath.

Silently setting a goal: as long as he finished the previous questions, he could read a story in the exam room to rest.

Hope it’s not a crappy story, God bless.

Jiang Nian’s handwriting is average, the kind that isn’t good-looking but not ugly. So he has no advantage on the paper and can’t get the sympathy points Old Liu mentioned.

But it doesn’t matter, people from Location don’t need sympathy.

The 150-minute Chinese exam ended.

After school, Jiang Nian was busy rushing to the Cafeteria, running off as soon as he handed in the paper. He didn’t wait for Li Qingrong to leave the exam room together, let alone find someone to discuss the answers.

What’s there to discuss about Chinese? A feast for literary giants?

Because there was a math exam in the afternoon.

This was one of the subjects Jiang Nian was least good at, and also the nightmare he had been trying to overcome for a month. Of course, overcoming it was impossible; he just hoped for a few more points.

For this, he brought out 120% of his energy.

He rushed back to review right after eating at the Cafeteria, picking up books in the hallway.

Turning his head, he saw someone’s book basket had been stepped on and exploded under the stairs. Not the kind of partial explosion, but the book basket had completely turned into fragments.

Books were scattered all over the floor, sliding down from the stairs.

Jiang Nian paused, walked down a few steps, intending to pick up this person’s books and stack them back in place. After all, they were all high school seniors, empathizing with each other.

Looking down, the name on the notebook was Yu Tongjie.

In an instant, Jiang Nian didn’t want to pick them up with his hands. He kicked the books with his foot, roughly piling them into a stack, and left, secretly cursing his bad luck.

“Damn it, I’m too kind. My Anta shoes are dirty.”

At noon, during the lunch break, only two boys were left in the classroom.

Since the exam was at 3 PM, the lunch break usually ended at 2 PM. If they forced this half-session of self-study, it would probably only last about 15 minutes before students left for the exam room.

Therefore, the Grade Group decided to cancel the self-study before the afternoon exam. The students’ rest time was extended from 10:30 to 3:00.

Day students need not be mentioned; they could sleep more at home.

Boarding students were the same; they had never fought such a wealthy battle in their lives. They all chose to take a nap in the dormitory, sleeping well before getting up to conquer math.

In the classroom, Jiang Nian wasn’t familiar with Luo Zhongping, but he roughly knew he was Lin Dong’s new roommate.

“Why aren’t you sleeping in the dorm?”

Hearing this, Luo Zhongping raised his head from the pile of test papers, confirming Jiang Nian was talking to him.

He was stunned for a moment, then smiled honestly.

“I’m used to taking lunch breaks in the classroom; I can’t sleep in the dorm.”

“Oh, I see.” Jiang Nian didn’t pay much attention, returning to his seat to continue reviewing questions.

Half an hour later, only the two of them were in the classroom.

Jiang Nian’s nap time was set for 1:30, and it was only 12:30 now. The classroom was quiet, only the sound of turning pages occasionally, until Luo Zhongping’s voice rang out.

“Um.”

Jiang Nian didn’t react at first, immersed in the sea of questions. The classroom was silent for a few seconds before he realized someone had just called him.

So, he turned to look at Luo Zhongping in the corner of the back door of the classroom.

“What’s wrong?”

Luo Zhongping was tall, thin, and dark-skinned, sitting in his seat. His voice sounded a bit nervous, asking him across the empty classroom.

“Are you and Chen Yunyun together?”

“Huh??” Jiang Nian had a subway old man meme expression. What kind of bullshit is this? Did I get amnesia? “No, why are you asking this suddenly?”

In Jiang Nian’s eyes, Luo Zhongping was in the classroom every lunch break. Always silent, looking a bit honest and dull; he didn’t expect him to ask this suddenly.

Hearing this, Luo Zhongping became visibly embarrassed.

“It’s just…”

Actually, making up a reason would have been fine, but Luo Zhongping got stuck. He didn’t say anything after trying for a long time, and the classroom fell silent immediately.

Jiang Nian didn’t continue to ask, just turned back.

Although it wasn’t great to say this, he didn’t want to explain so much. He was busy preparing for the math exam and couldn’t fit anything else in his head, let alone girls.

Women will betray you, math won’t.

After a while, Luo Zhongping’s voice sounded again.

“Um, Brother Nian, do me a favor, pretend I… didn’t ask anything just now.”

Jiang Nian didn’t turn around, raising his hand to make an OK gesture.

At 1:30 he laid down, woke up after 2:00, packed his things, and headed straight to the exam room.