Chapter 243 Brother, you smell so good

Morning self-study ended, and a crowd surged forward.

“Jiang Nian, going to buy food?”

“No.”

“Damn it, two English classes in a row.”

“Then let’s go, eat and come back up.” Jiang Nian rose gracefully, with the calm composure of an old artist.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed Zhang Ningzhi peeking at him from her desk.

Jiang Nian raised an eyebrow, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Zhang Ningzhi looked at him with one eye, muttering, “You guys are skipping class again, Xi Bao will ask me.”

“How can being ten minutes late be called skipping class?” Jiang Nian shrugged, unconcerned, “If we skip, we skip. Xi Bao can’t kill me, can she?”

Zhang Ningzhi: “…Then you go.”

“Do you want anything to drink? I’ll bring it for you.” Jiang Nian, even when freeloading, didn’t forget Zhang Ningzhi; he was a conscientious high school boy, “How about milk? To grow tall.”

“You’re even using reduplication, that’s disgusting.” Ma Guojun was speechless, pulling him out, “Hurry up, class is about to start.”

Jiang Nian turned to glance at Zhang Ningzhi; she nodded slightly. Then she returned to her desk, hidden by a stack of books, only her pretty high ponytail visible.

The morning sun streamed in through the wide windows, and even the dust motes glowed with a faint golden light.

Yang Qiming heard the commotion from Jiang Nian’s side and couldn’t help but open his mouth.

He was dying.

His face was full of weakness and a craving for food.

He hadn’t eaten a late-night snack last night and woke up hungry in the middle of the night.

Looking at the pitch-black dorm ceiling, he thought from the Universe’s first speed to the downstairs door lock.

Finally, he Googled whether roommates were edible; Google advised against consuming roommates.

Eventually, he was so hungry that he chugged his roommate’s melatonin.

Strangely, he wasn’t hungry in the morning, and he hesitated for a moment.

Now he regretted it; he just wanted to go to the cafeteria immediately for a bite, but just as he got up, Huang Cailang’s faint voice came from beside him.

“Brother Yang, are you going to eat breakfast?”

No, my friend, you…

“No, I’m just getting up to move around.” Yang Qiming had a bitter taste in his mouth, the word ‘loyalty’ in his heart, “What’s wrong? Do you want to go eat breakfast?”

Huang Cailang did want to eat; his stomach was a bit hungry. But thinking about what he had said yesterday, and Brother Yang’s tone probably meaning he didn’t want to go either, he could only endure.

Class Three’s ninja, the Will of Fire had another successor.

“No, Brother Yang, I’m not hungry.” Huang Cailang forced a simple smile on his face.

He thought, ‘Never mind, I’ll just bear with it.’

During the first English class, Xi Bao habitually scanned the class and found three empty seats in one row.

“Where are those three?”

Hearing this, half the class turned to look at Jiang Nian’s row.

The Fruit Attack trio had gone to the cafeteria.

Zhang Ningzhi lowered her head, not daring to look at Xi Bao, like a left-behind child.

Someone answered.

“Teacher, they went to the restroom.”

Xi Bao heard this and couldn’t help but laugh out of anger.

“What restroom needs a meal card swipe?”

The class immediately burst into laughter, and those who were drowsy also woke up.

Ten minutes later, the Fruit Attack trio arrived late. They stood at the doorway to report, the three of them together completely blocking the classroom door.

Xi Bao glanced at them and asked slowly.

“Where did you go?”

“Teacher, I just went to the restroom.” Li Hua had a flash of inspiration and pointed to the side, “I don’t know these two; I met them on the way.”

Ma Guojun silently dropped a blue meal card on the floor.

“Li Hua, you dropped your meal card.”

Li Hua instinctively looked down.

Where?

He looked up to see Xi Bao staring at him, and Li Hua immediately froze.

You disloyal, slimy thing!

Jiang Nian, unhurried, pulled out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Li Hua.

“Wipe the grease off your mouth.”

Xi Bao couldn’t take it anymore and rubbed her temples.

“Li Hua, go to the back and stand to listen to the lesson.”

Then she looked at Ma Guojun and asked.

“What about you?”

Ma Guojun honestly said, “Jiang Nian said he was treating.”

Xi Bao nodded, “Hmm, you’re honest enough. Go back to your seat.”

Li Hua, standing at the back of the classroom, felt like the sky had fallen, staring blankly as Ma Guojun returned to his seat.

“Why?”

But then again, although Ma Guojun always swore, he was honest and rarely scammed people like Jiang Nian.

Forget it, in this back-row blackboard filled with strong individuals.

Having Old Dog Jiang stand in punishment with him was also one of life’s great joys.

I am Okamoto, what can I do for you?

If the heavens hadn’t given birth to Li Hua, English would be an eternal night!

He was fantasizing when he suddenly looked up and saw Jiang Nian pulling out a box of throat lozenges from behind him. He placed them on the podium with a calm expression, shamelessly saying.

“Teacher, the throat lozenges you wanted, I bought them.”

Xi Bao glanced at him, thinking, ‘This kid actually knows how to offer tribute.’ Remembering his 140 in English, she just waved her hand and let him go back.

Back row, edge of the blackboard.

Li Hua: Sadness, forgot love.

Two classes passed, and the bell for running exercises rang.

Sun Zhicheng still wore a hoodie, his whole demeanor appearing dark and decadent. He lay on his seat, like a lonely mouse returned to its sewer throne. “Goo-d mor-ning, A-cheng.” Lin Dong patted Sun Zhicheng’s hood, “Come on, let’s go downstairs for the run.”

Although he was attacked by the mental health committee member last night, his mindset was still excellent. Overall, the savings from fleecing were still being put to good use.

That money was enough for him to not eat or drink for the rest of his life.

“Let’s go.” Sun Zhicheng got up.

“Aren’t you going to run in that hoodie, A-cheng?” Lin Dong asked in surprise, reminding him, “The sun’s still out; you’ll probably be hot as a dog later.”

“It doesn’t matter, someone like me is already used to the cold and dampness of the sewer.” Sun Zhicheng got up, his hood on, like a gray impact drill.

Lin Dong nodded, “Then let’s go, the sports committee will call names soon.”

He was about to leave when he turned around and got a fright.

“Holy crap, Old Cousin Qiming?”

Yang Qiming looked up, his face looking depleted.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why do you look so terrible?” Lin Dong asked curiously, “Are you sick?”

“I’m fine.” Yang Qiming found it hard to explain.

He couldn’t say he was hungry but couldn’t eat; that would be too embarrassing. He also didn’t want to drag Huang Cailang into it, lest others’ perception of Cailang worsen.

This pain, I will bear it alone!

“Then how are you going to run? Did you ask for leave?”

“I did.”

Hearing this, Lin Dong was slightly surprised.

“When I went to ask for leave, that bastard Liu Yang absolutely refused. How did you get leave? He actually agreed.”

Yang Qiming lay weakly on his desk, mumbling.

“I said, ‘Brother, you smell so good.'”

“Holy crap.” Lin Dong slipped away.

Jiang Nian got up, took off his hoodie, looked left and right, but found nowhere to put it.

He turned around and spotted Zhang Ningzhi’s bag for her school uniform, grinning.

Good spot! He stuffed it in.

While Zhang Ningzhi and Yao Beibei were walking downstairs arm in arm, he quickly folded his hoodie.

Then he carefully and smoothly placed it into her bag hanging by her chair, whistled cheerfully, and exited the classroom door.

On the sports field, most people who had just finished running exercises were a little sweaty.

Wu Jungu’s skin was very fair; he wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue, facing the warm sun. He turned to look at Zeng You behind him, seeing his face even paler, and his eyelids twitched.

“What time did you go to bed last night?”

Zeng You raised an eyebrow, “Six o’clock.”

“You… you’re practically cultivating immortality.” Wu Jungu stood in the stuffy running exercise line, feeling a bit embarrassed, “Take it easy with the late nights; I heard staying up late can easily cause sudden death.”

Zeng You heard this, thought for a moment, and said.

“So I didn’t stay up late, I just pulled an all-nighter. No disasters, no illnesses.”

Wu Jungu: “…You’re a genius.”

He paused slightly, then couldn’t help but advise again.

“I read in a magazine that scientific data shows sudden death is becoming increasingly common among younger people. You’d best be careful, better safe than sorry.”

Zeng You nodded, “Next time, don’t read such scary books.”

Wu Jungu was speechless and turned his head away. But he noticed Yu Zhiyie chatting with Lin Dong and the others, and his mood immediately worsened.

He couldn’t help but turn his head in another direction, seeing Jiang Nian talking with Ma Guojun and the others, waiting for dismissal.

After a piercing whistle, everyone dispersed and walked towards the teaching building.

Zhang Ningzhi still walked with Yao Beibei, looking up at someone walking in the crowd in the early winter sun, exuding a sense of cleanliness and uprightness.

Like a young poplar in spring.

The cold wind whistled, blowing across the basketball court, and Zhang Ningzhi shivered, retracting her neck.

Back in the classroom, she suddenly found an extra piece of clothing in her bag.

Zhang Ningzhi suddenly remembered that Jiang Nian had asked if he could put something in there before, and she had agreed. But he didn’t often put things in; occasionally, he would throw his clothes on the desk or chair.

Only when the temperature was a bit high and he was sure he wouldn’t wear it again after taking it off would he put it in the bag.

She heard footsteps in the aisle behind her, turned around, and confirmed it was Jiang Nian.

So she shifted into her seat, and as she sat down, she asked curiously.

“Aren’t you cold?”

“Not cold, are you?” Jiang Nian hesitated for a moment, pointed to the bag hanging by the chair, “There are clothes there; you can use them to cover your legs.”

“No need, I’m not cold either.” Zhang Ningzhi smiled.

November was early winter, and Zhennan had many hills, so the temperature fluctuated between cold and hot. Running outside was hot, but returning to the classroom immediately brought a cool sensation.

If one sweated, a gust of wind could easily lead to a cold.

Jiang Nian nodded, sat down, and began rummaging through books in his drawer, asking without looking up.

“What class is next?”

Zhang Ningzhi vaguely remembered it should be those two subjects, but she still glanced at the timetable clipped to the bookends.

“Math and Biology.”

The midday classes flew by, nearing dismissal.

Yang Qiming patted his cheeks at his seat, drinking water continuously.

He was starving to death.

He looked at his watch; there were eleven minutes left until class ended. He silently calculated that the biology teacher wouldn’t drag on, so there were 634 seconds left until class ended.

Damn it, six hundred seconds countdown.

Never mind, I’ll hold my Qi for sixty seconds first; it’ll pass quickly.

Yang Qiming began to silently hold his breath, turning red at thirty seconds, scratching his ears and head at forty seconds, and already furiously shaking his leg at fifty seconds.

Zhou Yuting was annoyed, worried about her trumpet. Suddenly, she felt her desk shaking and saw her deskmate, who was like a big monkey.

Yang Qiming’s eyes were wide open, his face flushed, shaking his head.

Huang Cailang was picking his mouth, staring blankly.

She: “…”

Damn it, pick a good day to leave, won’t you?

I’m begging you guys.