Chapter 214 Asking Question 8u: My aloof girlfriend always does some really cute things with a blank expression.

During the first evening self-study session, Old Liu suddenly came in and briefly announced something.

“Ahem, everyone, stop writing for a moment.”

In reality, few people stopped writing; everyone was busy with their own things.

“Tomorrow, the third and fourth English classes will be changed to a mental health themed class meeting. The English teacher will lead everyone in games and watching videos, and the arts and culture committee member will be responsible for taking photos and records.”

Most people stopped writing and looked up at Old Liu on the podium.

“Teacher, what is a themed class meeting?”

“Ah, for this, you can just understand it as playing games.” Old Liu finished speaking and added a few more sentences, “It’s about mental health Q&A, and some stress-relief games.”

“Everyone’s pressure in their third year of high school is generally not small. So, don’t do homework during the two English classes tomorrow afternoon. Everyone participate and relax properly.”

As Old Liu’s words fell, the class immediately started to buzz.

“Mental health, huh? Will it just be reading from a PPT again?”

“Will they say something auspicious! If it were Old Liu, it might be a PPT one-and-done, but this time it’s the English teacher. Don’t doubt, believe first.”

“Xi Bao, hehe, my Xi Bao.”

“Kick this idiot out.”

Themed class meetings in small-county high schools usually involve fire prevention, water safety, and electrical safety. Read out some announcements, tell a few scary stories, and OK, done.

Third-year students naturally wouldn’t waste time on these routine class meetings; everyone just did their homework. My bros are hotter than fire, no playing with fire, bro.

But no matter what, it’s still better than a gratitude speech.

A bunch of bastards would say anything just to sell some waste paper. The Sword Tomb on stage would sweet-talk and shed tears, not considering the students’ feelings at all.

When Jiang Nian was in junior high, the school held a similar event. The students listened to the emotional speech on stage and felt extremely uncomfortable.

They even said things like, “I’ll never play games again, I must study hard.” They bought a set of books but didn’t read a single page.

So, those who shed tears to sell books and discs are all scum; not one of them is innocent.

Zhennan Middle School is indeed a key county high school, but its behavior is still so ugly. It’s also painful to have an overwhelming budget that can’t be spent, and kickbacks must go into their own pockets.

Old Liu left, and the class was abuzz with discussion.

Cai Xiaoqing, the executive vice-class monitor of Class Three, didn’t stop them. She had been a class cadre for so many years.

She clearly knew when to loosen up and when to tighten down.

“Playing games in a themed class meeting, that’s rare.” Sun Zhicheng said, “It won’t just be showing a few mental health short films and then a few knowledge quizzes, right?”

Hearing this, Lin Dong chimed in.

“Congratulations, you’ve discovered the truth of how the school operates.”

“I actually look forward to it if the English teacher is hosting it,” Chen Yunyun turned her head and said, “Xi Bao is very good at playing, she definitely won’t be perfunctory.”

Hearing this, Sun Zhicheng nodded involuntarily like pounding garlic.

“Yes, yes.”

Lin Dong: “.”

I’ve never seen such a shameless person; his stance changes so quickly.

“Damn, what’s the point of a themed class meeting?” Yang Qiming was a bit speechless, “It’s not as good as listening to a speech outdoors, you can escape, and anyway, I’m not buying books.”

“Brother Yang, I think the class meeting is better.” Huang Cailang leaned over and said, “When I was in junior high, the school had a gratitude education event, selling books for five hundred a set.”

“At that time, many parents were invited, and our homeroom teacher also encouraged us to buy them. Then a quarter of our class bought them, and later we found out the homeroom teacher took a kickback.”

Yang Qiming was slightly stunned, then hold backed for a long time before saying.

“That’s truly a beast.”

Jiang Nian didn’t react much and had no expectations for the themed class meeting.

What he heard was: no classes.

The third and fourth periods weren’t actually English classes; Old Liu must have coordinated it. The important thing was that the first two periods were Chinese classes, so tomorrow’s schedule was:

Chinese—Chinese—Fun, then school dismissed.

Damn, that’s awesome, taking this class would be like going to Hell. What’s the difference from a holiday?

Zeng You grinned, then turned and patted his deskmate Wu Jungu.

“Today I’m going to read novels from evening until five in the morning, then sleep through one morning self-study. Then I’ll read from eight in the morning until school’s out. No one can stop me.”

Wu Jungu smiled and said, “You can stay up that long?”

A triumphant smile involuntarily appeared on Zeng You’s face; this sentence was practically the highest praise for him.

“I once stayed up for a day and a night without closing my eyes to follow a novel. Later, I couldn’t hold on, slept for three hours, woke up, and continued reading.”

“What novel?”

“Forgot.”

That’s so classic, Jiang Nian silently gave them a thumbs up.

He also followed novels.

But sometimes the novels were written so provocatively, as he read, he…

Li Hua wasn’t there, so Jiang Nian’s desire to complain decreased significantly.

Yao Beibei was purely a natural at making friends, interjecting into the conversation of the two people in front, asking curiously.

“Can a phone be played for that long?”

Zeng You silently pulled out his brick-like power bank from his desk, directly displaying his ‘arsenal’.

Yao Beibei fell silent.

After the first evening self-study session.

Sun Zhicheng and Liu Yang were doing pull-ups on the door frame at the back door of the classroom, betting a bottle of iced black tea.

Liu Yang, as the sports committee member, naturally couldn’t back down, and Sun Zhicheng, being wealthy, didn’t care either.

It’s just that he’s been feeling a bit weak lately, as if he’s been hollowed out. So he wanted to know the gap between himself and Liu Yang, to avoid always being worried.

Without verifying it, this bastard was almost becoming a Heart Demon.

Ultimately, Liu Yang won easily, doing thirteen pull-ups consecutively in one go. The spectators were stunned, and a chorus of “wows” filled the air.

When it was Sun Zhicheng’s turn, he fell down after three and a half.

The scene immediately erupted in boos.

Sun Zhicheng was a little flustered; he just wanted to test his body’s limits. Who knew Liu Yang was so fierce, pulling himself up ten times.

It was like going to the hospital for a cold and being diagnosed with kidney deficiency. Damn it.

He’s a bit panicked now, it’s like accidentally pressing a kidney reflex zone during a foot massage. I told you to go hard, not to actually press it!

“Oh, isn’t this A-Cheng?” Lin Dong popped out from the side, purely innocently laughing, “Haven’t seen you in a few days, how did you get so weak?”

“Kidney deficiency.”

Sun Zhicheng’s cold sweat was almost dripping down; this is what it means to lift a rock only to drop it on your own foot.

“Get lost, you’re the one with kidney deficiency!”

Though he said that, he still couldn’t help but glance in a certain direction in the classroom. All the slanders couldn’t compare to one look from her; he hoped she hadn’t noticed this side.

Fortunately, Chen Yunyun was engrossed in her homework.

“What are you guys playing?”

A voice that was annoying and irritating rang out.

Under Sun Zhicheng’s gaze, he watched Chen Yunyun, who was originally doing homework, pause. Then she slowly looked up, and after identifying the source of the voice, she turned to look over here.

It’s over, she saw it, his heart was filled with regret.

Over there, Jiang Nian had already grabbed the door frame with one hand. He moved up and down for a while under the gaze of those around him, easily doing fifteen one-handed pull-ups.

It was truly like a bunch of old grandmas burrowing into bed, completely baffling the guys.

He was unbelievably strong.

“Damn, is that something a human can do?”

“Awesome, that core strength.”

Praises poured in like snowflakes, and Jiang Nian humbly said.

“I’m afraid the door frame can’t take it.”

Sun Zhicheng was even more flustered; didn’t this confirm that his body was weak?

“Girls definitely can’t do it.”

Wang Yuhe came in from behind, and hearing this, she silently grabbed the frame with one hand, did five pull-ups, and said faintly.

“Didn’t eat enough this afternoon.”

The surroundings immediately fell silent.

Sun Zhicheng pretended not to care and silently left, feeling like he had daggers in his back. Repeatedly being slapped in the face, it seemed to confirm the fact that his body was weak, and he couldn’t help but despair.

But he wouldn’t give up, his body was getting worse and worse.

He would start exercising today and quit bad habits.

During the second break.

Jiang Nian had been craving the class monitor for a long time, wishing he could slurp her up.

How could her face be so beautiful, and her skin so fair?

Goodness, how did she grow up like this?

Like ice cream.

Just as Zhang Ningzhi and Yao Beibei went to the restroom, there was no one at the sixth group’s seats. He was able to boldly turn around, using the opportunity of asking a question to sneak a peek.

“Class monitor, your hairstyle looks so good.”

Li Qingrong was explaining a physics problem, and hearing this, she paused, then nodded.

“Mm-hmm.”

Damn, she’s unbelievably beautiful.

Jiang Nian turned back, resting his hand on the class monitor’s desk, not hearing a single word. His eyes were just busy looking, and the more he looked, the more captivating she became. He couldn’t imagine how wonderful it would be to date the class monitor.

If he dated her, wouldn’t he go to Hell?

Asking 8u, what should I do if my girlfriend always has a cold face but does very cute things?

She always suddenly walks up to me, then stares at me expressionlessly but intently. She blurts out, “So cute, give me a kiss.” Then she hugs me and starts nibbling.

What else can be done? Asking me is like getting an expert consultation; just play a game of XX and it’ll be fine.

Jiang Nian was still fantasizing when Nie Qiqi came over.

“Oh, you, what do you want to do to the class monitor!”

Hearing this, Jiang Nian swallowed his saliva, asking with a face full of question marks.

“Asking a question, is it that hard to tell?”

“Bah, don’t even think about fooling me!” Nie Qiqi stood in the aisle, mimicking him in a high-pitched, sarcastic voice, “Asking a question, is it that hard to tell?”

“What? Is the question on the class monitor’s face?”

Jiang Nian couldn’t stand it and retorted.

“So what?”

“You!! You want to steal the class monitor?” Nie Qiqi was clearly brainwashed by girls’ love, beyond saving, “You’re simply an Angelababy figurine! A baby doll!”

“So what.”

An enraged Nie Qiqi was dragged away by Cai Xiaoqing, primarily a display of impotent fury.

To this, Jiang Nian’s opinion was: So what.

What’s wrong with being a bit harsh with words? I’m also incredibly cheap.

However, with Nie Qiqi’s disruption, he couldn’t continue asking the class monitor for help. Feeling quite regretful, he reluctantly turned around and lay down.

After evening self-study, on the way home.

Xu Qianqian walked home stepping on Jiang Nian’s shadow, looking to be in a good mood.

“Did you find money?” he asked curiously, “Those who hear get a share, give me half.”

“Give you half my head. We have a mental health themed class meeting tomorrow.” Xu Qianqian narrowed her eyes, “We can rest for a whole morning.”

So this thing was organized uniformly for the third year of high school.

The value further decreased.

The two ambled home, Jiang Nian eyeing Xu Qianqian while silently pondering something: the university romance plotline in the System.

Could it be that he dated Xu Qianqian?