Chapter 215 Why are all my beloved ministers silent?

When this thought popped into Jiang Nian’s mind, even he himself was startled.

It was too absurd.

Combining the information the System had previously provided—no, not ‘provided,’ but rather’simulated’—and inferring from it, it was possible that Jiang Nian had indeed dated Xu Qianqian in college.

After all, the future Jiang Nian wasn’t completely useless; aside from being poor and a bit cheap, he essentially had no major flaws.

He wasn’t lazy either, at most he was just frustrated and unfulfilled.

How to put it? Failure is actually a normal state of life.

Going to a mediocre university and choosing the wrong path, then taking a few detours after entering society, is very normal.

Many people reach the age of thirty, only to find both their career and love life in ruins. Then, if an elder at home falls ill, they spend years accompanying them to the hospital.

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Jiang Nian couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.

If this idea were to leak out, he could probably reserve a spot in Hell first. If the petty Xu Qianqian found out, she’d surely flay him alive.

‘I treated you as a good friend, but you wanted to get with me?’

‘Die.’

Of course, he only inferred this based on Xu Qianqian’s fragmented memories of the rainy night on the bridge and the series of tasks released by this idiotic System; it wasn’t necessarily entirely accurate.

Forget it, why bother arguing with this idiotic System? Just take the money when it’s given, and do the tasks as they come.

Xu Qianqian saw him silent the whole way, his brows tightly furrowed. He occasionally mumbled to himself. As they were about to reach her building downstairs, she couldn’t help but ask suspiciously,

“What are you thinking about?”

“Thinking about women.”

“Ew, that’s disgusting.” Xu Qianqian quickened her pace, reaching downstairs. As she stood in the stairwell, she said, “For a dream, your imagination is quite rich.”

Jiang Nian wanted to say something perverted, but he stopped himself in time.

“By the way, what kind of guy do you like?”

Although he wouldn’t aim for a mediocre university now, he wanted to verify something: whether Xu Qianqian might have dated his mediocre university self in college.

“The Mediocre University Youth Will Not Dream of a C9 Childhood Friend,” “My Inner Perverted Thoughts,” “As long as he’s good-looking, even a perverted childhood friend is fine.”

In the stairwell, half of Xu Qianqian’s body was cast in shadow.

It was like a single thought could turn into a god or a Devil Head.

Because of his sudden question, the fair-skinned, dark-haired Xu Qianqian lost her composure.

“Why… why are you asking that?”

“Just asking.” Jiang Nian also stepped into the shadow of the stairwell. “Don’t they always show this on TV? The female protagonist suffers Qi Deviation and sees an important person…”

“An important person? You?” Xu Qianqian walked upstairs, the orange sound-activated light illuminating as they talked, and their shadows gradually spread across the wall.

“What?” Jiang Nian bluffed, “Don’t those villainous Devil Heads always have their conscience awakened by something from their childhood when they’re about to go berserk?”

“You’re the Devil Head.” Xu Qianqian was a bit speechless.

Thump-thump.

Climbing from the first floor to the third floor wasn’t difficult, and their voices weren’t too loud.

“I’m not saying you’re a Devil Head, it’s just an analogy.” Jiang Nian’s voice was steady. “What if you become some kind of female Devil Head in a trendy industry later on?”

“Then your opponent engages in a business war and kidnaps your weakness to threaten you into revealing business secrets.”

Hearing this, Xu Qianqian’s breathing became a little labored as she climbed the stairs, finding it increasingly absurd.

“Who’s the weakness?”

“What do you think?” Jiang Nian stopped, turned, and raised an eyebrow, asking, “Guess boldly.”

Xu Qianqian also stopped, hesitating for a moment.

“It wouldn’t be you, would it?”

“What kind of talk is that? What are you saying?!”

“With all due respect, you don’t count as a weakness.” Xu Qianqian pondered for a moment and said, “To be precise, you should be something like dead skin; that fits your temperament better.”

The two habitually bickered, then stopped at their respective doors and went home.

Jiang Nian had verified a ‘0’ result from Xu Qianqian.

Her mouth was too tough.

Xu Qianqian didn’t answer his question. After closing her front door, she changed her shoes in the entryway. Passing through the living room, she inexplicably smiled as she carried her bag back to her room.

The next day, during Chinese morning reading.

In the classroom.

Sun Zhicheng was a bit dejected. Last night, while clearing his browsing history, he clicked goodbye one by one. It’s well known that teachers who have been’seen’ will not arouse any desire.

The problem was that there was one teacher he hadn’t ‘loved’.

Life is truly full of traps, trying to drag his sunny and innocent self down.

He had done it again.

His tattered Soul couldn’t control his body, leaving only an empty, lifeless shell. He found a ‘no-fap’ group, but inside he saw a complete set of explicit images.

Those trolls truly deserved to die!

He despaired. These hidden, shadowy things were like insects crawling in the cracks of his bones. They had completely infiltrated him, controlling his brain.

Overwhelming guilt drowned him, and he couldn’t help but ponder why humans ‘do it’.

As he was pondering, he suddenly heard Lin Dong say,

“What’s wrong with Wang Yuhe’s right hand?”

Lin Dong noticed that when Wang Yuhe was dictating ancient poems, the hand holding her gel pen was trembling slightly.

At first glance, he thought he had seen wrong, so he looked again carefully.

He vaguely remembered, didn’t Wang Yuhe show off a one-handed pull-up last night?

Now it seemed, ‘one minute on stage, half a night of pain off stage’.

Hearing the commotion, the other few in the group also looked at Wang Yuhe.

Sun Zhicheng was stunned. He had witnessed the ‘body-forging empress’s’ feat last night.

Deeply affected at the time, he now vaguely realized that Wang Yuhe was probably able to do it so effortlessly because her body weight was relatively light. He couldn’t help but be overjoyed, saying as if to save face,

“Forcing pull-ups will do that; a lot of lactic acid accumulates in the arm muscles.”

Chen Yunyun covered her face, not knowing what to say. The situation was indeed absurd. However, this matter was also inseparable from Jiang Nian; these two were too childish.

Wang Yuhe listened to their discussion and couldn’t help but purse her lips.

Wang Yuhe, in her life, would not be inferior to anyone!

“No, it’s because I accidentally bumped my hand getting out of bed last night. As for pull-ups, even with this injury, I can do ten with my eyes closed.”

Sun Zhicheng: “.”

Yu Zhiyi’s seat was not far from Lin Dong’s group, and she passively overheard their conversation, feeling a shock.

Is Wang Yuhe that amazing?

She wasn’t like this before. She had once seen Wang Yuhe carry water up five flights of stairs in one go.

It had to be said, having more strength certainly had its advantages; she didn’t need help carrying water.

Speaking of which, Jiang Nian seemed even more outrageous. How did these people train their bodies? Each of them had an absurd amount of strength; she was envious.

She used to like pretty boys, those idols who wore more makeup than girls. Now, after being ‘beaten’, she actually thought that stronger ones seemed pretty good too.

At least…

In the sixth group, Zeng You lay sprawled on his desk, completely a dead dog.

Jiang Nian was a little curious and asked Zeng You’s roommate, Wu Jun’gu,

“What’s wrong with him?”

Wu Jun’gu turned his head, wanting to laugh but couldn’t. After some consideration, he began a classic, brief Naruto-style flashback, dreaming back to three in the morning last night.

“Zeng You was reading a novel until 3:30 last night. He got out of bed to go to the bathroom and missed a step.”

“Holy crap, that’s intense?” Jiang Nian gasped.

“Is his phone okay?” Li Hua asked.

“Nothing much, just a few minutes of’shhh-shhh’.” Wu Jun’gu also became abstract. “His body was bent like a big shrimp, but we managed to rescue him.”

Hearing this, Jiang Nian and Li Hua clapped in unison.

“He’s got a specialist appointment again, it seems.”

“Indeed, a gynecological master.”

After chatting, Jiang Nian asked with a worried expression,

“He didn’t stop breathing, did he?”

Zeng You couldn’t bear it anymore. He got up from his desk, turned around with red eyes, and said,

“I fell on my leg, damn it!”

The commotion within the group couldn’t affect Fangfang the Great’s zeal for studying in the slightest. The four words ‘forgetting food and sleep’ were perfectly applicable to Huang Fang.

Zhang Ningzhi cupped her small face, silently sighing as she closed her dictation book.

Boys were truly too childish.

As she was sighing, a hand stealthily crept along the table leg, inch by inch, from the space under the desk. Before she knew it, it had rummaged around in her desk space.

Acquired — a small box of yogurt.

Zhang Ningzhi usually brought two small boxes of this.

Jiang Nian was now helping himself. He was transporting the yogurt back when he suddenly felt a mysterious force grab the other half of the yogurt, hindering its progress.

He looked down and saw that the yogurt had been caught by Zhang Ningzhi.

“??”

“No giving.” Zhang Ningzhi was a bit sulky.

This person had been chattering with the group leader and Fatty the entire morning, but hadn’t said a single word to her.

What was even more outrageous was that he hadn’t greeted her. Normally, he would always say hello when he came to the classroom; he was deliberately ignoring her!

He was probably tired, so perfunctory!

Jiang Nian added a little more force, trying to pull the yogurt over.

“I’ll give it back after one sip.”

“No!” Zhang Ningzhi pouted, using a little strength to pull the yogurt back a bit, thinking, ‘How come he only thinks of me when he wants snacks?’

Jiang Nian was not good with words, and he stopped trying to snatch the yogurt.

He loosened his grip and directly reached for Zhang Ningzhi’s hand, giving it a quick caress. Like grasping jade, he swiftly ‘played’ her hand from wrist to fingertip.

Honestly, Zhizhi’s hand was fair, soft, and springy, and it felt quite nice to touch.

Although it was only a momentary caress, the speed was incredibly fast. But the sensation was real; her small hand was slightly plump, not completely bony.

His fingertips glided across, bypassing the thenar eminence of her palm and her perfectly manicured fingernails, feeling the unique firmness of a young girl’s skin.

Zhang Ningzhi’s face flushed, and she no longer had the mind to care about the yogurt.

The yogurt thus fell into the hands of the scoundrel.

Jiang Nian was delighted, glancing at Zhang Ningzhi, who was hunched over her desk writing. No matter what, he had gotten his yogurt for the day, and he was overjoyed.

After morning reading, Jiang Nian and two others went to the restroom to relieve themselves.

Amidst the sounds of peeing, Li Hua suddenly had a whim and curiously asked,

“Do you guys think girls watch that?”

Ma Guojun glanced at him and replied without hesitation,

“Why don’t you ask Yao Beibei? Then you’ll know.”

Hearing this, Li Hua fell into deep thought, even forgetting to pull up his pants.

“Is Yao Beibei a girl?”

“Hahaha, that’s hilarious, a Heaven-Defying statement.” Jiang Nian finished first, pointing his finger, “You pervert, I’m going to post you on Xiaohongshu later.”

Coming out of the restroom, in the hallway outside the classroom.

There were still a few minutes before class, and Li Hua brought up the same topic again.

“Why are all you beloved officials silent?”