Chapter 187 I like girls like the class monitor, top-notchly beautiful.

No need to run exercises when it rains. The twenty-plus minutes of the big break were chaotic in the classroom.

As Li Hua opened his comic book, two damp gazes immediately fell upon him. The two ‘living fathers’ took turns scrutinizing him from left and right, making his page-turning speed incredibly slow.

“Oi, the glare makes it hard to see the words,” Ma Guojun leaned half his body over.

“Are you two sick?!” Li Hua was practically spitting blood.

“I used to read A Shuai when I was a kid too, the kind of small five-cent booklets,” Jiang Nian said. “I didn’t have much money back then, so I bought one a week.”

Ma Guojun directly moved from his seat, taking up half of Li Hua’s.

“Oh, oh, I bought those small comic books too, I started buying them in elementary school. I think there were also ‘Bao Xiao Xiao Yuan’ and ‘Wu Long Yuan,’ and ‘Old Master Q.'”

“Old Master Q isn’t funny, I bought it to pass the time,” Li Hua interjected, turning another page. “Speaking of which, we had quite a lot of stuff to read back then.”

“What was it called? ‘Bomb Egg Boy’? Something like that, I can’t remember clearly.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know, the one with a card and an egg.”

“Damn it,” Ma Guojun couldn’t hold back for a moment, adjusted his glasses, “You mean ‘Bakugan Boy,’ right? What the heck is ‘Bomb Egg,’ though it does sound like an egg.”

Both of them were stunned, as if caught in a memory trap.

Just as he was about to ask the Magic Conch—no, ask Jiang Nian.

He found that guy was quietly chatting with Zhang Ningzhi, who was lie on her desk, with laughter occasionally drifting over.

“Jiang Nian, hey, a question,” Ma Guojun patted him and repeated the question.

“Oh, that, I don’t know,” Jiang Nian turned his head and said earnestly, “When I was a kid, I just loved reading books, like ‘Aruba’s Adventures,’ and things like that.”

Aruba’s Adventures?

Li Hua and Ma Guojun were frozen for ten seconds, wondering if such a book actually existed.

Why did it sound so familiar?

“Damn it, that’s ‘Robinson Crusoe’!” Ma Guojun remembered.

On the other side, the third large group.

Chen Yunyun stood up, ready to pull Wang Yuhe to the snack bar, and turned to see Lin Dong giggling at his phone.

To be precise, it was Sun Zhicheng’s phone.

Lin Dong’s phone screen had been damaged in the Yang-Sun battle last night, completely turning into a Spider-Man model. In the end, Sun Zhicheng and Yang Qiming each paid half of the repair cost.

At the same time, Sun Zhicheng lent his phone to Lin Dong. Anyway, Sun Zhicheng had many phones; he could just pull out the SIM card, go home, and switch to another one.

“Group Leader, aren’t you afraid of getting caught playing on your phone?” Chen Yunyun asked.

“Afraid of what? It’s not my phone,” Lin Dong didn’t even lift his head. “Yesterday, they almost beat it into a foldable screen. Can’t I even play on my phone now?”

Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe giggled for a while, then left together.

Corridor.

Sun Zhicheng leaned against the railing, enjoying the breeze. The cold, damp wind of the rainy day hit his face. The earthy smell filled his nostrils, clearing his head considerably.

Looking at the vast, white rain mist in the distance, he now felt a bit regretful.

Why did I fight!

Chen Yunyun was sitting in the front row, and hitting back certainly relieved him for a moment.

But the downsides were also very obvious. Girls don’t like overly violent boys; it’s easy for them to associate it with violence and extreme personality.

If he were labeled as impulsive and violent, wouldn’t his carefully built ‘warm guy’ image completely collapse?

After reviewing the situation, Sun Zhicheng realized one thing: he had already won when he uttered that ex-girlfriend quote; there was no need to fight back at all.

Yang Qiming walked over from the direction of the restroom and saw Sun Zhicheng posing by the railing.

His eyelids immediately drooped, thinking, ‘What a stupid idiot.’

Beating him up was the least of it; he’s always acting crazy.

However, Old Liu was furious last night, directly saying during the second trial that if they fought again, they would be sent home. He also assigned a three-thousand-word self-reflection and made them read it aloud in class.

This combination of blows completely extinguished his thoughts of revenge.

Now, Yang Qiming only wanted to focus on preparing his ex-girlfriend’s birthday reconciliation gift: roses and a cake. He couldn’t wait until tomorrow and planned to deliver them tonight.

He hadn’t informed Huang Cailang about this. How does that old saying go? “Matters are achieved in secrecy.”

The Ancestral Master must be right.

Just thinking about holding flowers, carrying a cake and gifts tonight. And her favorite food… Never mind, it’s too much stuff, I’ll just call Cailang to come along.

He began to faintly anticipate the arrival of the evening. Wenwen, wait for me.

Perhaps he was too lost in thought, Yang Qiming wasn’t really watching where he was going. He turned and bumped into a wall with a bang, immediately feeling dizzy and staggering.

Sun Zhicheng, who was nearby, heard the commotion, turned to see what happened, and couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s good to be young, you just fall asleep.”

Yang Qiming was still a bit dizzy when he heard Sun Zhicheng’s voice.

“What are you talking about, your mom!”

Sun Zhicheng snorted coldly, completely unafraid. Tempered by blood and fire, he was no longer the good student he used to be. He would confront anyone he wanted.

He leaned against the railing, facing the cold wind, hands in his pockets.

“What’s there to say about my mom? Let’s talk about your ex-girlfriend instead.”

Jiang Nian was still chatting with Zhang Ningzhi, a desultory conversation.

“Feeling better?”

She was not in good spirits and couldn’t sleep.

“It should be better by noon, it’s just barely tolerable now.”

“Oh, is the brown sugar water good?” Seeing that she wasn’t in much danger, Jiang Nian’s eyes darted to her water cup. “What flavor is it? Let me try some.”

Zhang Ningzhi: “…”

“It’s just the taste of ordinary sugar water, what’s there to try?” Her voice was low, and she quickly glanced at Jiang Nian. “Why do you want to drink it?”

“Curiosity,” Jiang Nian had just finished speaking.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside.

“They’re going to fight!”

Li Hua was originally sitting in Ma Guojun’s seat, watching comics with him to avoid a certain disgusting scoundrel who was chatting with a girl. Hearing this, he immediately perked up.

“Who’s fighting?”

Jiang Nian wanted to go watch the excitement, but after standing up, his jacket was tugged by the person behind him.

“Class Leader, what’s wrong?”

Li Qingrong didn’t speak, she just glanced at him, then continued to lower her head and write her homework.

In that instant, a scene flashed through Jiang Nian’s mind: Ancestral Master Bodhi enlightening Sun Wukong. After some rigorous thought, he suddenly had an epiphany.

“Class Leader, you also want to go to the restroom?”

Li Qingrong’s pen stroke paused, and she looked up at Jiang Nian again.

Outside the corridor.

“Who’s fighting?” Discipline Committee Member Cai Xiaoqing’s face was grim.

Who would fight outside the classroom for no reason? It was just causing trouble for her.

Seriously, couldn’t they find a more secluded spot in school to secretly beat each other into the hospital?

Idiots!

Under Cai Xiaoqing’s resentful gaze, the crowd quickly made way.

What came into view were Yang Qiming and Sun Zhicheng, completely tangled in a fight.

Both of them were also stunned by Cai Xiaoqing, still maintaining their intense movements from moments ago.

“Sun Zhicheng! Yang Qiming! You two are fighting again!” Cai Xiaoqing just wanted the two of them to go home quickly. She said directly, “I will report this to the Homeroom Teacher.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Qiming and Sun Zhicheng both panicked a little.

They had just promised Old Liu yesterday that they would absolutely not fight or conflict. Otherwise, they would voluntarily call their parents and be taken home by their parents for a week of reflection.

It wasn’t that they loved studying that much; a week of reflection wouldn’t cause them to fall too far behind in their studies.

The main reason was… staying at school, of course, there were more important people than staying at home.

Sun Zhicheng felt a sudden hesitation at the thought of not seeing Chen Yunyun for a week.

Yang Qiming was even more anxious; he still had to reconcile with his girlfriend tonight.

Their eyes met, and suddenly, they had a telepathic connection.

“Who said we were fighting?”

“What are you talking about? If it’s not fighting, what is it?” Cai Xiaoqing stared at them with dead fish eyes. “So many people saw it, are you still trying to argue?”

“Of course it’s…” Sun Zhicheng’s mind worked quickly. “Horseplay! Yes, we weren’t fighting just now, we were just playing around, it was just a misunderstanding.”

“Yes! Boys are all like this, there’s no lingering animosity,” Yang Qiming was awkward, but still managed to force a smile. “Discipline Committee Member Member, you misunderstood us.”

A chorus of ‘Ewws’ and jeers immediately erupted around them. Someone shouted in a high-pitched voice,

“Are you two perhaps gays?”

Immediately, with a roar, a circle of people burst into laughter.

“Who? Who shouted that!” Yang Qiming was furious, wanting to drag out the person who was jeering. “Dare to shout but not stand up, huh? Come out if you have the guts!”

Sun Zhicheng didn’t care; he only liked women anyway.

Dusting off the ‘warm guy’ medal on his shoulder, he didn’t need to prove anything; his ‘good guy’ cards would speak for him.

“He’s mad,” someone else shouted, not knowing who it was.

Another round of laughter immediately followed, with more people jeering.

“They’re hugging so tightly, either they’re going to fight or they’re going to kiss.”

“Yeah, you two are getting a bit intimate.”

“Get together! Get together!”

Hearing this, Cai Xiaoqing also found it difficult to say anything further.

“You two should behave yourselves.”

After speaking, she turned and saw Jiang Nian and Li Qingrong walking out of the front door of the classroom side by side. She couldn’t help but look at them twice, thinking, ‘Did a teacher call them?’

Sun Zhicheng also saw Jiang Nian, and he also saw the Class Leader walking alongside him. At that moment, he felt a strange pang of envy.

If only he were better looking, Jiang Nian wouldn’t have a chance.

In the corridor, Jiang Nian didn’t expect Yang Qiming and Sun Zhicheng to not actually fight.

He couldn’t help but feel genuinely happy about the progress in the class’s atmosphere, and he turned to Li Qingrong and said,

“Class Leader, look, under your leadership, the class is becoming more and more united.”

Li Qingrong glanced at him and asked,

“What does ‘gay’ mean?”

“Oh, oh, that means a man who likes men,” Jiang Nian said. “But Class Leader, you should listen to such words less; they’re a bit polluting to the ears.”

“What about you?” Li Qingrong asked.

“I like someone like the Class Leader, top-notch beautiful,” Jiang Nian quickly clarified, thinking, ‘Damn, Li Hua misled me,’ and raised his fingers in an oath as firmly as if he were joining the party. “Honestly, I am absolutely not that kind of person.”

Li Qingrong didn’t respond to him and continued walking towards the end of the corridor.

“Hmm.”

At the restroom entrance.

Yu Zhiyi wondered if her eyes were broken, seeing Jiang Nian and the Class Leader walking together towards the restroom entrance.

She understood the Class Leader, and she understood Jiang Nian.

These two had absolutely nothing in common to talk about, so how did they end up together? Were they just taking the same route to the restroom? No matter how convenient the route, the Class Leader wouldn’t, after all, that’s the Class Leader.

She washed her face at the sink, hesitated for a moment, and then washed her eyes too.

I should get a new pair of glasses someday.

At noon, Jiang Nian returned from grabbing food at the Cafeteria.

He glanced into the classroom and saw that Zhang Ningzhi was gone. Most likely, she had gone home to rest; she hadn’t seemed to get better throughout the morning.

Chen Yunyun and the others weren’t there either; they were probably still eating.

He pulled out his phone and saw that Zhang Ningzhi had indeed sent him a message. The gist was that she might take the afternoon off because her stomach wasn’t feeling well.

After thinking for a moment, he replied,

“Okay, do you want me to copy your class notes for you?”

She hesitated for a while on the other end, then weakly replied with a message.

“Do you have class notes?”

The answer, of course, was no. Jiang Nian rarely used a dedicated notebook for notes, simply because Xu Qianqian had told him that math notes were fine written in the textbook.

“No, but I can copy them for you. Of course, if you feel my copying style is different from yours, you can also borrow someone else’s notes to copy when you come back.”

“No, no, I just thought, wouldn’t that be too much trouble for you?” After Zhang Ningzhi sent the message, the chat box still showed ‘typing…’.

“If possible, I’d like you to help me copy them, thank you.”

Jiang Nian casually typed ‘oj’ but deleted it halfway through.

“OK, good deskmate.”

Zhang Ningzhi: “(Okay!)”

Just as he was about to enter the classroom, Xu Qianqian, uncharacteristically, sent him a message at noon.

“Jiang Nian, have you heard of the Shrimp Dumpling Project?”

Normally, unless there was an emergency, the two of them didn’t contact each other at noon.

Because they didn’t eat together, and their floors were different, there wasn’t much reason to contact. At most, it would be “Are you there?” or “Transfer some money, quickly, I’ll pay you back when I get home.”

He read the message, looking completely bewildered.

“What the heck is that?”

Three minutes later, he went downstairs and found the two girls by a hidden stairwell window on the third floor.

“Shrimp dumplings, what’s there to eat about that?”

Song Xiyun was holding a beautifully packaged takeout box. She had bought a portion of shrimp dumplings outside at noon and wanted to treat Jiang Nian and Xu Qianqian to eat together.

“Don’t you like them?”

Jiang Nian chuckled, “That’s not it, it’s just because shrimp dumplings…”

“Just eat yours, you talk too much when you have food,” Xu Qianqian couldn’t stand seeing her best friend being bullied. “Jiang Nian, don’t be a wild boar who can’t appreciate fine food all day long.”

“Alright, my bad,” Jiang Nian stood at attention, admitting his mistake. “I thought those things were so expensive, no need to waste money, I accidentally disappointed Little Song’s good intentions.”

“Little Song?” She froze for a second, her face red. “Don’t use such a strange nickname, it feels weird.”

“Exactly,” Xu Qianqian chimed in.

“Got it, baby.”

“Why don’t you go die! I knew I shouldn’t have called you,” Xu Qianqian turned her face away, looking like she didn’t want to bother with him. “Just feed it to a dog.”

“Does a CS dog count?” Jiang Nian raised his hand.

“Get lost!”

Afternoon.

Yu Tongjie was a bit distracted during class; he had already paid the deposit.

The other party asked for shoes, but they were a pair of shoes costing eight hundred yuan. He bought them and showed the order screenshot to the other party, hoping they would take action.

However, why hadn’t that poor boy gone to find the Homeroom Teacher?

Breaking his word?

No one in Location dared to mess with him. Was that person too bold or too timid? Did he not dare to speak to the Homeroom Teacher, or did he think that angering him wouldn’t come with a price?

Are the local natives of Class Three so impolite?

Something came up, went out during the day. National Day, things happen at home from time to time.

Seven chapters owed, will update with a burst these two days to catch up.