Chapter 199 shows that he values ​​his rest time.

The thought of tomorrow’s parent-teacher conference made Zhang Ningzhi’s face cloud over with worry.

She was a bit curious about how the Olympiad Class’s parent-teacher conference would be held, and what the Homeroom Teacher would say tomorrow. Would it be about grades, classroom performance, or would he emphasize early romance before the College Entrance Exam?

“Idiot, it’s definitely Pineapple Blaster. Its single-target damage cap is the highest,” Li Hua argued with Jiang Nian. “A mech that can burst blood is practically invincible.”

“Damn it, is your blood burst from a good Dao?” Jiang Nian retorted, unconvinced. “Orange Brother performs steadily; as long as he activates the ‘All-Out Effort’ dungeon, he can still win even in a losing situation.”

“red stone, if you say that, then the power level setting in this animation has problems,” Li Hua said, sounding skeptical. He continued to mumble examples and arguments, excitedly tapping his finger on the table.

Zhang Ningzhi: “…”

The joys and sorrows of people are always disconnected.

Xi Bao had just entered the classroom, amidst the fervent sound of morning reading, like boiling water. From a distance, she saw Li Hua and Jiang Nian reading aloud, speaking at an extremely fast pace, and couldn’t help but feel relieved.

What day was it today? Even Li Hua had started diligently memorizing vocabulary.

These young boys really start working hard without any warning. She used to think only early romance could give them goals, like vowing to get into X University together.

Hehe, their faces are red from reading, working so hard.

How many relationships have they had?

Xi Bao quietly moved closer, and Li Hua and Jiang Nian’s voices became clearer.

“Still not right.”

Li Hua was in the middle of an eloquent speech when he suddenly noticed Jiang Nian’s expression change.

He realized something, immediately fell silent, and felt awkward, yet also felt he should say something. After a few seconds of holding it in, a word popped out of his mouth.

“Abandon.”

Jiang Nian watched Xi Bao drag Li Hua away, and couldn’t help but sigh and shake his head.

“If you really have nothing else to do, biting a neutral pen is also an option.”

Noon run-through.

The broadcast blared, and the sunlight in the corridor was just right. Many people chose to dutifully go for the run-through. It was a good way to get some exercise; staying in the classroom all the time was also quite boring.

Dong Wensong approached Liu Yang, the Sports Committee member, covering his cheek, and said,

“Liu Yang, my tooth hurts.”

Liu Yang was stunned, thought for a moment, and said,

“Should I blow on it for you?”

Dong Wensong’s expression changed, and he silently took a step back.

“What I mean is, I can’t do the run-through. My toothache makes my head hurt whenever it vibrates.”

“Alright, alright, then if the Homeroom Teacher asks me, I’ll tell her the truth,” Liu Yang wasn’t sure. “You can try holding some warm water in your mouth for your toothache.”

“OK.”

After Liu Yang left, Dong Wensong smiled.

Returning to his seat, the scoundrel leaned back in his chair.

He thought to himself, how hard is it to get an excuse for the run-through? He just moved his mouth and got a leave of absence, easy peasy.

At this moment, there were only a few people left in the class. He looked up and saw Jiang Nian, Chen Yunyun, and Wang Yuhe preparing to leave the classroom together, and suddenly felt a pang of discomfort.

He had good luck with girls, but it was useless.

Not jealousy, just the truth.

Even if you’re on good terms with girls, don’t you still have to do the run-through? Sweating profusely, each one as tired as a dog. Is being handsome useful? They’ll still charge you a bride price.

He might even get played by others, a simp.

Dong Wensong was cursing vigorously in his mind when suddenly, he saw Jiang Nian turn and look at him. Almost in that instant, the hairs on his body stood on end.

No, could he hear?

However, Jiang Nian only glanced at him before turning back. He said something to the two girls beside him, and then both girls laughed.

Dong Wensong was both startled and scared, feeling both guilty and angry.

They weren’t mocking him, were they?

Three seconds later, he saw Jiang Nian turn and throw something. A pen? The object drew a graceful arc in the air and landed accurately in the pen holder.

Dong Wensong was stunned; so he wasn’t looking at him after all.

But hearing the exclamations of the two girls at the door, he started to feel uncomfortable again. There were only a few people in the classroom, so he was just showing off and using him as a random passerby, right?

Is throwing a pen cool? If it breaks, don’t you have to buy a new one?

This is pure waste of money, wasting his parents’ money. Did he buy it with his own money? If it were me, I definitely wouldn’t dare to do that, it’s too much! Like an idiot!

Unconsciously, Dong Wensong’s face had turned red.

Down the stairs in the corridor.

Wang Yuhe still couldn’t resist, and asked curiously,

“How did you throw it so accurately?”

Jiang Nian remained impassive, and deliberately countered,

“I just threw it once and it went in, can’t you do that?”

Wang Yuhe was immediately speechless, naturally unwilling to admit defeat.

“Of course. I can.”

“Alright, then next time let me see your skill,” Jiang Nian said casually, habitually putting some pressure on her. “You wouldn’t lie, would you?”

Chen Yunyun couldn’t stand it anymore and interrupted,

“Don’t bully Yuhe every day.”

Jiang Nian was unfazed, walking down the stairs.

“If I don’t bully her, should I bully you?”

Chen Yunyun: “…”

Wang Yuhe was both angry and helpless, secretly vowing to get her revenge on Jiang Nian next time. She would make him genuinely convinced and praise her for being amazing!

Fortunately, the weather was neither too cold nor too hot, so not many people were sweating after the run-through.

Yu Zhiyi didn’t like the run-through at all, always feeling like someone was staring at her.

Whenever she encountered some greasy gazes, or glances that pretended to look elsewhere, sweeping past quickly, they always made her feel physically uncomfortable, making her want to post on Xiaohongshu.

In contrast, she could accept Jiang Nian’s gaze more readily.

There was no special reason; being looked at was unavoidable anyway. If the other person was a bit more attractive, at least she wouldn’t feel so disgusted.

Besides, Jiang Nian was a bit crazy.

This person clearly didn’t like her, even having a strong prejudice.

But even so, didn’t he still like to look?

Thinking of this, Yu Zhiyi couldn’t help but feel a little smug, and a thought flashed through her mind.

If she could make the person who disliked her the most willingly fall at her feet, just imagining that scene made her feel a thrill.

In the run-through line, Jiang Nian was thinking about what to eat for lunch.

He looked up and met Zhou Yuting’s gaze.

Their eyes quickly averted, both with expressions of annoyance.

Idiot.

Bastard.

Question: What’s it like to be in the same class as the person you hate the most?

Zhou Yuting definitely had the right to speak. It was like hanging herself in front of Lam Ching-ying; no matter what, she couldn’t die, and could only watch that person bounce around in front of her.

It wasn’t indulging him; she couldn’t just beat him up.

After school at noon.

Lin Dong, with his bloodshot eyes, went to pre-order milk tea outside the school. Jiang Nian didn’t take his money. Instead, it was two cups of fruit tea for each of their small groups, just watching them deliver it was enough.

Jiang Nian’s side had five people, and his own group had six. A total of eleven cups, which was completely negligible compared to the money he made from scamming.

The sun was bright outside the school, and a breeze made it a bit chilly.

Lin Dong looked up, shielding his eyes with his hand to look at the sun, and a smile appeared on his pale face.

This wave directly made him rich, accumulating many bride price fragments.

In fact, he knew another, more illicit way to make money.

Taking out small loans.

He learned about this when chatting with an older brother online. Now, small loan platforms were springing up like mushrooms.

Loose reviews, they would lend to anyone. Each loophole was too big, aiming for a nine-out-of-thirteen return.

However, even if he was old enough, he wouldn’t dare to touch these things.

He just considered it a kind of social experience, something he could brag about to his roommates next time.

Lin Dong walked into the milk tea shop, his gaze fixed on a staff member.

“Hello, I need eleven milk teas.”

Zeng You was playing games in the dorm, having grown tired of reading novels that morning.

After lunch, he washed his feet and got into bed, leaning against the wall to play “Ball Ball Battle.”

This game was relatively niche, with few people in the class playing it.

He could only fight alone, soaring and devouring in space. Sometimes, encountering players with better skills or cheaters, the game immediately became unplayable.

After playing for a while, he irritably exited the game, instinctively wanting to delete it.

After a long press, he hesitated again. Perhaps this game was as lonely as he was.

In the end, he still didn’t delete the game.

His phone battery was almost dead, the green bar turning red.

Zeng You mumbled, then rolled over and pulled out a brick-like power bank from under his quilt.

He had two such power banks.

He rented a charging locker at the convenience store, charging his phone continuously for twenty-four hours a day.

So, whether in class, after class, or back in the dorm, he was always on his phone.

In the dorm, his roommate was washing clothes.

Zeng You’s clothes had already been washed with his feet. He comfortably leaned in his quilt and opened a novel.

As he read, a huge sense of emptiness suddenly surged within him.

He read too many novels; every time he finished one, a great sense of loss would well up in his heart. It was as if he had lost something, and his chest instantly felt hollow.

It was like waking from a dream, his heart inexplicably aching.

Yet he was also very addicted to this feeling, like a customer who had visited a brothel once. Constantly lingering between brothels and pleasure houses, just to repeatedly experience that feeling.

He felt that perhaps he should do something.

Why not try to work hard and study well? What would happen if he kept playing like this? Would he just lie around and play every day in college too?

With a buzz, a message popped up on his phone.

It was a friend he had added a month ago while playing a game; the other party was an older brother who had entered society. He had an interesting way of speaking and often imparted life experience to Zeng You.

He thought for a moment, then sent a message.

“Brother Chen, are there any money-making projects that students can do too?”

Half a minute later, the other party replied.

“Take out small loans. (Sunglasses)”

Upon seeing this, Zeng You was stunned for a long time, then threw his phone into the quilt.

“Are you an idiot? Can jerking off make money?”

Approaching lunch break.

Jiang Nian stood in the corridor with Chen Yunyun, holding a physics test paper folded to the width of a palm, doing problems while sunbathing.

The two chatted on and off, and as they talked, they got onto the topic of tomorrow’s parent-teacher conference.

“Are your parents really not coming?” she asked.

“What else?”

“Then you’re not coming tomorrow either?” Chen Yunyun looked at him. “What are you planning to do tomorrow afternoon?”

Hearing this, Jiang Nian fell into thought.

“You’ve stumped me with that.”

Chen Yunyun completely gave up hope; this person’s brain was purely concrete. She wanted to find an excuse to invite him, but he completely blocked her off.

It was clear that he really valued his rest time.

“Are you coming to school tomorrow afternoon?”

“No.”

“Alright.” Chen Yunyun sighed, then suddenly remembered something. “Tomorrow, Yuhe and I want to go to an internet cafe to play games, are you coming?”

“Yes, what time?”