Chapter 247 Having seen mountains, one cannot appreciate plains.

At 1 PM, the two groups parted ways at the intersection.

“Well, we’re off,” Yang Qiming and his companion prepared to use unconventional methods to enter the school.

There was a path by the North Gate, but the risk was a bit high.

Jiang Nian and Chen Yunyun stood together, watching them leave, then Jiang Nian spoke.

“Let’s go.”

“Where?” Chen Yunyun was a little confused.

If Jiang Nian wasn’t there, she might have taken Wang Yuhe to the mall. Buy some things, then return to the dorm from the North Gate, and then go to class.

At eighteen, full of energy, other than being dead tired in the afternoon classes, there were basically no side effects. If all else failed, there was always one last resort.

But none of these were issues, it would only cost one class. As long as she napped during the break, she’d be fully revived in ten minutes.

Wang Yuhe stared blankly at the street, a little too full.

Huang Cailang ate so much, she couldn’t compare at all. It felt like he hadn’t eaten all day, but she had eaten biscuits during the morning exercise break.

So, biscuits were to blame!

Where to?

Jiang Nian turned to look at Chen Yunyun, thought for a moment, and said,

“Let’s go to my place.”

“Ah?” Chen Yunyun’s pupils contracted slightly, startled by his explosive statement, “No, no. No need, we can just stay at the milk tea shop by the school gate.”

“Then let’s go,” Jiang Nian readily agreed.

Chen Yunyun: “???”

She suspected Jiang Nian had just blurted it out, and in fact, he had long planned to rest at the milk tea shop. He was just bored and deliberately teasing her.

She was going to be angered to death by this insensitive man.

Wang Yuhe had no opinion on where to go; she would go wherever Chen Yunyun went.

“Yay, milk tea!”

“Drinking too much causes acne,” Jiang Nian immediately poured cold water on her enthusiasm.

“Then don’t you get it?” Wang Yuhe retorted.

“I don’t drink it.”

Wang Yuhe was speechless, gritting her teeth.

“Then don’t drink it!”

She realized she was completely fighting alone; she had no chance of winning against Jiang Nian.

So she thought, should she pull Chen Yunyun in to fight against Old Dog Jiang?

After a moment’s thought, she decided against it; Chen Yunyun had zero combat power.

On an early winter afternoon, the street was bathed in perfect sunlight.

Jiang Nian walked in front, his neck and back straight as a line. His black hair was thick and soft, exuding a casual air.

The two girls walked half a step behind, chatting arm in arm.

Platinum sunlight filtered through the glass of the shops along the street, reflecting into Chen Yunyun’s pupils. Her jade-black eyes held a shimmering golden tremor.

At the school gate, the three entered a newly opened milk tea shop.

There wasn’t much business; it looked a bit deserted.

Jiang Nian glanced at the menu at the counter and asked very naturally,

“What do you want to drink? My treat.”

He had just freeloaded a wedding banquet, so it was necessary to buy them milk tea.

Even if Chen Yunyun and the others chose to climb over the wall to go back, he would still bring them milk tea.

Plus, the milk tea in this shop started at six yuan, and you needed eight or nine yuan to get a normal cup.

In front of the county high school, where competition was already fierce, this price made it difficult to attract a large number of students.

Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe didn’t feel anything about the price, but they were quite wary of Jiang Nian’s comment about acne. After a few seconds of hesitation, they both chose fruit tea.

In the milk tea shop, on the second-floor private seating area.

“It’s so dark?” Chen Yunyun was surprised.

“The curtains aren’t drawn,” the clerk downstairs stopped what he was doing, looked up, and said, “The light upstairs is dazzling. If you want it brighter, you can draw the curtains.”

It was an attic, with dim light and a faint coolness.

“Should I open them?”

“No need, it’s perfect for sleeping,” Chen Yunyun said hesitantly, interrupting his action.

She instinctively felt that a darker atmosphere was better; otherwise, if Jiang Nian was watching, she probably wouldn’t be able to sleep at all during her nap, and the afternoon class would still be a dead end.

Gloomy high school students were not worthy of bright and beautiful romantic fantasies.

Because there were three of them, the atmosphere didn’t really go in any indescribable direction. It was just normal chatting and talking about exam topics.

Everyone scored above 600 points; there were no commoners among them.

Ahem, all straight-A students.

Jiang Nian thought this, forcefully blending in. It wasn’t until they started discussing a difficult math problem that the smile on his face began to freeze.

Just then, the clerk came upstairs with the milk tea, and he coughed, saying,

“Stop talking, have some fruit tea.”

“Oh, oh.”

Chen Yunyun took a sip of fruit tea and immediately lost the mood to talk about math.

“Is the first class this afternoon Chinese?”

High school students had a habit: even though they knew their schedules by heart, their brains hadn’t quite caught up, so they would instinctively ask those around them for confirmation.

“Yes,” Wang Yuhe said.

“Then we don’t need a nap at all, do we? Since the first class this afternoon is—” Chen Yunyun stopped halfway through her sentence, feeling it wasn’t appropriate.

“Anyway, I’m definitely catching up on sleep,” Jiang Nian said.

After chatting for a while, the second floor gradually fell silent.

Wang Yuhe was already slumped on the table, and Chen Yunyun’s eyelids were also drooping. At the banquet earlier, she had drunk half a small glass of beer, just a taste.

“If you’re tired, just rest for a bit,” Jiang Nian glanced at the time on his phone on the table, 1:25 PM. “At this time, if you were in the classroom, you’d usually already be resting.”

Chen Yunyun glanced at Jiang Nian; it was dim, so she couldn’t see clearly.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“A little. I’ll find a spot on the empty sofa to sleep in a bit,” Jiang Nian pointed to a darker spot further inside the attic, where the light was even dimmer.

“Mhm, mhm,” Chen Yunyun lay down, then sat up again, looking up and softly asking Jiang Nian, “Should I set an alarm?”

Jiang Nian had already stood up. Hearing her, he looked down and softly replied,

“1:55 PM, I guess.”

“Okay,” Chen Yunyun nodded.

After unlocking her phone, a soft glow fell on her face. Her jade-black pupils were clear, reflecting the alarm interface on the phone screen, where she set three alarms in a row.

13:54.

13:55.

13:56.

A series of alarms, gently awakening a sleeping mind.

Chen Yunyun lay on the table, her eyelashes fluttering, but after a long time, she still couldn’t fall asleep.

She opened her eyes, curious if Jiang Nian had fallen asleep. Slowly, she sat upright and cautiously stood up.

She made no sound during this time, nor did she wake Wang Yuhe beside her.

So, the next step was to move her feet. She would tiptoe over and see with her own eyes if Jiang Nian was asleep, but this plan stalled at the first step.

It was too obsessive, what kind of plot development was this?

Chen Yunyun patted her slightly flushed cheeks. She began to realize that the environment was affecting her rationality.

The attic was too dark, and there were only the three of them.

And from Chen Yunyun’s understanding of Wang Yuhe, she fell asleep quickly and wouldn’t easily wake up. Roughly speaking, it was just two people in a dim environment.

Because it was a bit too ambiguous, it fostered irrational thoughts. She took a deep breath, abandoning the absurd idea in her mind. But just as she was about to sit down, another thought suddenly popped into her head.

What if I find a suitable reason?

Then I’ll quietly take a look. If I get caught, I’ll just say my phone died and ask him to set an alarm.

Having made up her mind, Chen Yunyun moved her steps. She secretly told herself she was drunk, she was drunk; anyway, it was just a quick look, and then she’d leave.

But as soon as she moved, Jiang Nian sat up directly from the short sofa, catching Chen Yunyun completely off guard.

“Something wrong?” he asked curiously.

“My phone isn’t working,” Chen Yunyun stammered a bit.

“Broken? Let me see,” Jiang Nian said, reaching out to touch her phone. “Master Jiang, professional phone repairman for thirty years, deceives all, young and old.”

“No—” Chen Yunyun quickly pulled her hand back, taking a step back and immediately sitting on the sofa chair to her right.

The scene was silent for a moment.

Jiang Nian didn’t understand, but he respected her choice.

“Can’t sleep?”

“Mhm.”

“Then you can just sleep during Chinese class. Who told Old Liu to be our homeroom teacher?” Jiang Nian felt no guilt. “Teaching us, he’s blessed in this life.”

Although the current situation was not quite as expected, making do was still acceptable.

In the cool, dim corner, Chen Yunyun and Jiang Nian chatted softly across a narrow aisle.

Faint, fragmented voices echoed on the second floor.

Chen Yunyun’s eyes were bright, and her face was flushed. Even across the aisle, even if they were just chatting, she still felt pretty good about it.

Unconsciously, her eyelids drooped again, and she fell asleep without realizing it.

Until her phone alarm rang.

Chen Yunyun woke up with a start, her heart pounding violently. She instinctively fumbled for her phone on the seat. A beautiful hand reached across the table and turned off the alarm.

She looked up; Jiang Nian was already standing in the aisle.

“You didn’t sleep?”

“Playing on my phone; I won’t be tired in the afternoon,” Jiang Nian said.

In fact, he planned to sleep during Chinese class, then start his daily ‘hang-up’ session.

“Oh, oh, I’ll wake Yuhe.”

She didn’t remember how she fell asleep, it seemed like they were chatting and then it went silent. She slept for about twenty minutes.

It was a bit embarrassing; she would never do such a thing again.

Downstairs, the street was full of students.

The sun was just right, and the evergreen trees were still lush and green.

The three came down from the attic, naturally blending into the crowd. Many first-year high school boys cast glances at Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe, then looked at Jiang Nian.

The combination of boyfriend, girlfriend, and best friend was quite common in a school like Zhennan, where the school spirit was almost non-existent.

However, it seemed this young couple was quite discreet.

After the lunch break, the classroom was buzzing with noise.

Zeng You stumbled into the classroom, still groggy. He and Wu Jungu had tried to enter the school through the small gate next to the west main gate.

But they failed.

So they had to find a shady spot nearby and rest there.

Even though he was incredibly sleepy now, he still insisted on doing one thing. That was to confirm whether the hallucination was real or not, just to have a clear idea.

Zeng You walked to Yang Qiming’s and his companion’s desks, asking Yang Qiming first.

“Cousin, let me ask you something.”

“What is it?” Yang Qiming looked up, his face looking worn out.

After parting ways with Jiang Nian and the others, the two prepared to climb over the wall at the North Gate to enter the school. It was strange, but they happened to see two security guards peeing by the abandoned inner wall.

The two were almost caught in the act of climbing in and were immediately arrested.

Fortunately, they used the 【Substitution Jutsu】.

Hopefully, Class 4 of the Olympiad didn’t have anyone named “Zhang Da” and “Wang Pao”; if they did, then… brothers, may you rest in peace.

Zeng You coughed, and after a good while of deliberation, asked,

“Did you go to the Chuyun Grand Hotel for a wedding banquet at noon? That banquet for someone named Chen Haisheng? I forgot the bride’s name, something like Zhang Li?”

Hearing this, Yang Qiming’s heart skipped a beat.

Damn, could Zeng You be a relative of that family? Eating a meal… no, half a meal, just to share in the joy, surely he wouldn’t dig into the roots, would he?

Bro.

“Uh, Chuyun Grand Hotel?” Yang Qiming scratched his head, “Never been. Why do you ask so suddenly?”

Zeng You’s expression changed abruptly; he thought, ‘It’s over.’

“Nothing.”

With that, he drifted away, disoriented.

Sun Zhicheng, wearing a hoodie, brushed past Zeng You and was startled by Zeng You’s ashen face.

Did he die and crawl out again?

Or was he waiting for cremation?

“A-Cheng, it’s so hot at noon, why are you still wearing a hat?” Lin Dong came in through the back door of the classroom, his face still not dry from water, asking from a distance.

Sun Zhicheng didn’t know what to say.

His hair was all gone, ascended to heaven with that apprentice’s horse. Hot, my ass.

So, he said in a muffled voice,

“I’m not hot.”

When Jiang Nian was about to return to his seat, he found Zhang Ningzhi had arrived earlier than him and was currently napping on her desk. So he lightened his steps and slid into his seat.

After a while, Li Hua arrived.

He also entered the room full of energy, and as soon as he sat down, he started shaking his leg.

“Nian, let me tell you something awesome.”

“What?”

Li Hua raised an eyebrow, “When I was coming from the school gate, I saw a young couple arguing.”

“And then?”

“The girl pointed at me and said, ‘Anyone would be better than my boyfriend.'” Li Hua wiggled his eyebrows, “That made me feel great, but that girl wasn’t much.”

“Not good-looking?” Jiang Nian asked, feeling a little sleepy now.

“That’s not it, but having seen towering mountains, how can one appreciate a plain?” Li Hua shook his head, his voice low. “I told that girl to stop dreaming.”

Zhang Ningzhi was woken up by the noise in the classroom. She groggily sat up.

Rubbing her eyes, she looked towards Jiang Nian, following the sound.

“When did you get here?”

“Not long ago, I guess. Why are you here so early today? It’s quite rare,” Jiang Nian took out his Chinese review book from his desk, which he would use for sleeping later.

Hearing this, Zhang Ningzhi was a little unconvinced.

“Nonsense, sometimes I come early too.”

She was unwilling to admit that she had’slacked off’ since the last major joint exam. Coming to school too early was tiring, it was better to follow the crowd; arriving on time would be much more relaxed.

Because from falling asleep at noon to waking up, a buffer time was needed.

If one arrived earlier, the buffer time would also increase accordingly, and the most direct impact was… reduced sleep time.

After the bell rang, Old Liu walked into the classroom with his teaching materials, his gaze sweeping across the room, and he said with full Qi,

“Alright, now we begin—class!”

Zeng You looked up at the homeroom teacher on the podium, his face betraying no emotion. Even his clothes weren’t the ones he had seen at noon, and his heart immediately turned to ashes.

As soon as he sat down, he turned to Wu Jungu and said,

“Are you really not going to inherit my two power banks?”

Wu Jungu: “.”

Zhang Ningzhi mouthed a “Thank you, teacher” and was about to sit down when a small paper rolled over.