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    Jiang Nian finished the Biology test that Teacher Qingbao gave him and looked up to stretch his neck.

    Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of the third evening self-study session.

    He usually half-copied, half-wrote his homework when he couldn’t finish it. He habitually turned his head to glance at Zhang Ningzhi to see how far she had written, so he could copy a bit if she was done.

    “Have you finished the Physics?”

    Zhang Ningzhi turned her head to look at him, remembering his perfunctory answer from earlier that evening.

    “Finished, but I’m not letting you copy it.”

    “Oh, okay, then I’ll ask the Class Monitor.” Saying that, Jiang Nian turned towards the back seats and repeated what he had just said, “Class Monitor, have you finished the Physics?”

    Li Qingrong looked at him and nodded.

    “Mm.”

    “That’s great, let me copy the questions.” Jiang Nian was a veteran at asking for help.

    Upon hearing this, Zhang Ningzhi suddenly turned her head.

    As she watched the Class Monitor hand the Physics homework to Jiang Nian, her eyes widened. The Class Monitor just gave it to him? The excuse of copying the questions was too fake, wasn’t it?

    This liar was practically the floor of Class Three’s integrity!

    Was he really just copying questions?

    The Class Monitor was too kind, always being deceived.

    Zhang Ningzhi was so angry she wanted to bite him to death!

    The third and fourth evening self-study sessions were always consecutive, but bathroom breaks were allowed.

    Li Hua and Ma Guojun went to relieve themselves, and the classroom was noisy.

    In the front row, Zeng You and Wu Jungu somehow started chatting. Ever since the two became roommates, their frequency of conversations in the classroom had noticeably increased.

    Their chat drifted to student aid and then, as usual, they started complaining about Old Liu.

    “Old Liu is a total suck-up, treats the leaders like his dad.”

    “Indeed, a few days ago when the school leaders inspected the dorms, he accompanied them almost every step of the way, not leaving until eleven at night.” Wu Jungu also found it a bit amusing and exasperating.

    “Do you think he’ll go back to teaching first-year students after he’s done with our class?” Zeng You asked.

    Wu Jungu, who had a bit more insight, pondered for a moment and said,

    “Not necessarily.”

    Just then, Li Hua returned from his break and joined the conversation as he sat down.

    “I heard he’s most likely going to be the head of the Chinese language research group.”

    Upon hearing this, several people in the group turned to look at Li Hua.

    Zeng You was puzzled, “Chinese? Sounds like garbage.”

    “Hard to say, what kind of head doesn’t matter, it’s just a stepping stone to the academic affairs office anyway.” Li Hua wasn’t willing to say much more, lest rumors reach Old Liu’s ears.

    He could only say that through osmosis, he roughly understood what Old Liu had been striving for all these years.

    As long as Old Liu could become the head of the Chinese language research group, he would have hope of entering the academic affairs office.

    If he worked a bit harder, perhaps in the next three years, he could turn around and be the director of academic affairs. Another five years, with good luck, he might even get closer to the school leadership.

    It wouldn’t be surprising if, in his forties or fifties, he unexpectedly became the vice-principal.

    Zeng You muttered, still recounting Old Liu’s sycophantic deeds.

    Huang Fang, who had been silent, suddenly turned around and interjected.

    “The Homeroom Teacher is quite nice. He paid my class fees for me. He also told me to study hard, saying that this amount of money was nothing to him.”

    Hearing this, Zeng You fell silent, and after a long pause, he squeezed out a sentence.

    “Indeed.”

    Jiang Nian copied, copied, copied the whole time. Damn, the Class Monitor’s handwriting was so beautiful.

    He snapped back to reality; all the questions and answers were copied.

    He felt satisfied.

    As school was about to end, he felt that Zhang Ningzhi’s resentment towards him today was quite strong.

    It was just copying some homework; she couldn’t be that petty, could she? If he didn’t copy the Class Monitor’s, was he supposed to copy hers? The problem was he had asked her, but she refused.

    Forget it, he’d deal with it tomorrow.

    Jiang Nian happily carried his bag home. Today was a day of ring toss and copying homework. Although he felt like it was all for nothing, it actually was for nothing.

    Xu Qianqian was a pure ingrate.

    On the way home, she didn’t even mention the three big stuffed animals.

    He was so angry, he shivered.

    He forgot the beginning, he forgot the middle, but when would men be able to stand up for themselves!

    Xu Qianqian walked home, thinking about the three stuffed animals in her room. Like a child, she felt playful and wanted to rank the stuffed animals by seniority.

    However, she didn’t plan to let Jiang Nian know, because she knew him too well.

    “Xu Qianqian.”

    “Hm?”

    “Look at those three streetlights over there, look, wow, they’re so bright.” Jiang Nian said in an exaggerated tone, “Do you know what light bulbs look like?”

    “What?”

    “Don’t they look like the stuffed animals I won for you this afternoon?”

    Xu Qianqian: “.Are you that vain?”

    Jiang Nian nodded, “A little.”

    What’s wrong with a few compliments? Could he secretly record it on his phone? Then put on earphones in the middle of the night, hide under the covers, and play it on repeat?

    No way, are there really people like that in this world?

    Xu Qianqian sighed and said,

    “Forget it, although you have XXX (five hundred words omitted) minor flaws, you do have a tiny bit of skill.”

    A tiny bit?

    You’re trying to insinuate that my incredibly lucky lord is a fraud, aren’t you!

    Go hang out at the grandson bar, you basic woman.

    The way home wasn’t long; it wouldn’t take much time even if they crawled.

    Jiang Nian walked into the alley alongside her and said solemnly,

    “Although you have a lot of bad reviews for me, as the elders often say, people’s hearts are separated by a belly, so I can’t take it too seriously.”

    Xu Qianqian was speechless, turned her head, and left.

    Chatting with him not only carried risk but also access risk.

    After returning home.

    Xu Qianqian showered first, then returned to her room and eagerly began to command her troops.

    The three large stuffed animals stood in a row, smiling like naive oxen and horses just starting out, unaware of Xu Qianqian’s maliciousness. They thought they could slack off at work, but from now on, they would be at her mercy.

    “You’re the ugliest, so from now on, you’ll be Jiang Nian’s substitute punching bag.” Xu Qianqian pointed at the large dog stuffed animal and said seriously, “You! From now on, you’re responsible for getting beaten!”

    The loyal big dog was still smiling foolishly, as if saying, “Damn, I wish I had stayed in the factory.”

    “You two are the cutest, you’ll take turns serving in my bed!” Xu Qianqian pointed at a small bear stuffed animal and a cat stuffed animal, both looking to be of good quality.

    The two stuffed animals couldn’t speak, but if they could, they would probably sigh in relief right now.

    However, if Jiang Nian were present, he would definitely burst out laughing.

    Because Xu Qianqian wasn’t always well-behaved in her sleep, occasionally kicking off the blanket. A bed was only so big, so it wouldn’t be strange to kick a stuffed animal in the face.

    What? What about the future?

    It’s not like she couldn’t afford it; just get a three-meter-wide bed.

    As night fell, Location’s idea king fell asleep peacefully.

    Zhang Ningzhi’s message was a step late; by the time it reached Jiang Nian’s phone, this guy had already entered dreamland, operating Fruit Robo mechs in his sleep.

    Fruit Robo mechs are good; he should learn them.

    A moment later, in the dark small room, the phone screen lying on the bed lit up again.

    Lin Dong sent a message, seven or eight in a row.

    “Ran, successfully ran!”

    He was probably too excited, repeating the same sentence over and over. This was followed by several red envelopes, which were the ballast Jiang Nian gave him to prevent him from getting carried away.

    Now that the money-making was over, he was returning it proportionally.

    North District Dormitory Group, Building Five.

    In the adjacent dorm, Hu Nianzhong’s mood was equally restless.

    He had earned his first sum of money following Lin Dong, and the capital was even lent to him by Lin Dong. Oh, not just Lin Dong, but also a kind gift from Yu Tongjie.

    Praise Yu Tongjie, good people will have seasoning packets for life.

    It wasn’t a curse; he was genuinely blessing Yu Tongjie. Like the emperor’s golden hoe, he didn’t know whether Yu Tongjie secretly ate instant noodles.

    Perhaps rich people also loved instant noodles, like those seven or eight-yuan imported ones on the shelf. They looked very expensive and surely tasted good.

    He transferred the money to Lin Dong, but a part of it was returned.

    “I only want my five hundred.”

    Seeing the message, Hu Nianzhong was stunned and could only reply with a “Thank you, Brother Dong.” Whether it was the Homeroom Teacher or Lin Dong, everyone was actually quite nice.

    Thinking this, he kept refreshing the borrowed phone.

    He couldn’t remember how many times he checked the balance that night.

    To others, it was just a few hundred yuan. But to him, it was money he earned in a few days that would take him seven or eight days of summer work to earn.

    He still had to study hard and earn money with his brains, like Brother Dong.

    Little did he know, Lin Dong’s money-making skills were completely forced out of him.

    It was true his family had money, but they weren’t rich enough to buy whatever they wanted.

    Online dating, coincidentally, also required funds to package oneself. Who would like an ordinary high school student? Perhaps in reality, but online, well…

    One could only say that online identities were self-assigned, and pictures weren’t necessarily the truth; it all relied on packaging. He had many alternate accounts, each with a different identity.

    Some were university heartthrobs, some were high school students who achieved financial freedom in their second year. Some were melancholic romantics who had just broken up, and some were rich second-generation orphans with pitiful backgrounds.

    His alternate accounts, combined, could make up half a Jinjiang Literature City male protagonist.

    Wouldn’t that cost money?

    True and false, filtering the audience, someone would always take the bait.

    The next day.

    Jiang Nian woke up and checked the message from Zhang Ningzhi.

    Lemon Branch: “Are you there?”

    The time was 11:20 PM yesterday.

    Jiang Nian brushed his teeth and replied with one hand.

    “Fell asleep last night, something up?”

    Delivered, the other party didn’t react, then replied after a while.

    “Nothing.”

    He finished brushing his teeth and started washing his face with one hand, while typing a reply with the other.

    “Any drinks today?”

    Zhang Ningzhi sent an angry emoji, a powerful punch!

    “Not giving you any!”

    Hearing this, Jiang Nian knew what was what.

    The subtext was that she would buy it, but wouldn’t give him any?

    That’s fine too.

    What is meant to be will be; if not, seek it yourself.

    What a joke, Zhang Nizhi already bought it, and he had hands and feet, so wouldn’t he help himself?

    He was going to have drinks.

    During morning self-study, Zhang Ningzhi watched Jiang Nian gulping down milk with a mournful expression.

    That was hers.

    Not studying well, copying homework every day, and even stealing her milk to drink!

    He was utterly rotten!

    Jiang Nian was delighted, and his days were looking up.

    He actually got to drink milk brought by Zhang Nizhi this morning. Although this stuff didn’t have a straw, it didn’t faze the Idea King at all; he just used a small knife to cut an opening.

    He had returned all of Lin Dong’s money, keeping only the five hundred yuan he initially gave him.

    The rest, he had him exchange for fruit tea.

    Other than that, one cup for each of the two small groups, it wouldn’t cost much anyway. The rest was Lin Dong’s own sweat and effort.

    Being able to escape a pig-butchering scam was also a skill.

    Ninety-nine point nine-nine percent of people would get trapped due to greed.

    Take your lumps and stand at attention.

    The previous chapter was indeed uninteresting, a character-setting chapter, so I thought of publishing it separately.

    The topic of poverty student aid is quite serious; if not written well, it becomes personal bias, so I chose to write it simply and realistically.

    My condition hasn’t been great these past two days; I’ve been sick and constantly moving between two places, typing on my phone.

    I just got home tonight and added a chapter.

    Group character daily life is not easy to write.

    I hope all readers will be a little more patient, just a little bit.

    Thank you.

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