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    Psychology Conference Room.

    Facts proved that even the gentlest voice couldn’t save a boring lecture.

    Ji Jiayu’s eyelids were already drooping, and she slightly turned her head to look at Jiang Nian next to her.

    Seeing that he was listening attentively, she couldn’t help but feel a little ashamed.

    This guy is too strong, isn’t he?

    “As long as the teacher’s voice is gentle and beautiful, even a dry, uninformative lecture can be listened to.”

    She cleared her throat and asked in a low voice.

    “You’re listening to the lecture, but you didn’t bring anything?”

    Hearing this, Jiang Nian turned his head to look at Ji Jiayu, hesitated for a moment, and then said.

    “I have depression.”

    Ji Jiayu was bewildered, not knowing what he was trying to say.

    “And then?”

    “I’m already depressed, what else do I need to bring?” Jiang Nian said, annoyed, then took out his phone and placed it on the table. “Whoever criticizes me, I’ll jump right away.”

    Ji Jiayu: “…”

    She was a little stunned, watching Jiang Nian actually pull out a large phone and start playing on it. There were no leaders or inspectors in the psychology conference room.

    So, it was absolutely safe here.

    “I wish I had brought my phone too,” Ji Jiayu sighed.

    Jiang Nian heard this and said, “No, I’ll stand up and report you.”

    “Why?” She was taken aback.

    “Because I have depression, I can report whoever I want.” Jiang Nian maintained his indifferent expression and said seriously, “Whoever tries to pick on me, I’ll drag her down with me.”

    Ji Jiayu: “…”

    Kid, you’re invincible.

    She could only continue to be bored, unable to focus on her homework. In the end, she just watched Jiang Nian play games, from the beginning of the lecture until the dismissal bell rang.

    The lecture wasn’t over yet, but Ji Jiayu wanted to leave.

    “Why isn’t it over yet?”

    “Yeah, what’s the teacher babbling about on stage?” Jiang Nian pushed away the opposite crystal, put away his phone, and said, “Does she like me?”

    “Is she deliberately dragging it out, not wanting me to leave?”

    Hearing this, Ji Jiayu hesitated, an emotion named’speechlessness’ churning in her mind.

    But then she looked at Jiang Nian’s face and immediately felt it was quite reasonable. Heaven is fair; while bestowing beauty upon a person, it inevitably takes away something else.

    Jiang Nian didn’t care about Ji Jiayu’s opinion; he propped his hand on the table, thinking.

    This is a bit outlandish.

    Based on a reasonable inference of the timeline, if he hadn’t moved up a class…

    For liberal arts, you choose a school; for science, you choose a city. Going to a second-tier university, he would probably be able to fly anywhere in the country.

    Where isn’t a second-tier university a second-tier university?

    So, the problem is, the period from the third year of high school to university is completely blank. He doesn’t know what happened in this timeline in the “future” that the System judged.

    How did he get involved with Song Xiyun?

    Of course, he is currently a pure and innocent little lotus.

    A virgin.

    He just found it strange; Song Xiyun would get into a first-tier university even with her eyes closed in the college entrance exam. It’s unlikely he would have performed exceptionally well, as the System had already cursed him.

    A second-tier university, an unremarkable second-tier university.

    So, Song Xiyun messed up her exam and ended up in the same school as him. Because they were in the same place, plus Xu Qianqian’s connection, they quickly got together.

    Jiang Nian stroked his chin, looking like an Incarnation of Conan.

    If that’s the case, what’s next?

    Looking at the memories provided by the System, Little Song seemed quite sweet.

    The NPC was always wronged, but it was just a simple simulated reaction. It was truly because Jiang Nian wasn’t acting like a human in the simulation; the original memory should have been a sweet daily life for a couple.

    The kind you occasionally see on TikTok, where the guy is warm and the girl is attentive.

    Tsk, he really hit the jackpot.

    First Little Song, then Zhizhi, so how did they break up? Could it be that liking one person can’t be hidden, and liking two people couldn’t be hidden either?

    Hmm. Hard to say.

    Jiang Nian thought carefully for a while and ruled out that possibility.

    If such a melodramatic situation truly occurred, contacting them at thirty-eight in the mission would be very difficult. Correspondingly, the mission reward should also be infinitely higher.

    But the truth was, 300 RMB.

    So, in these relationships, there should be more unavoidable regrets.

    Forget it, don’t think so much.

    What was he going to eat for lunch?

    “What are you thinking about?” Ji Jiayu asked.

    Jiang Nian leaned back in his seat, looking at the white ceiling of the conference room and said.

    “I’m thinking Building D is further from the cafeteria, it takes six minutes to walk there. If the lecture isn’t over soon, I’m going to sneak out.”

    Ji Jiayu pursed her lips, “When you sneak out, can you take me with you?”

    Hearing this, he was slightly surprised and turned to look at the girl next to him.

    She blinked her big, Kasilan eyes, with an expression that seemed to say, ‘Oh, old driver, take me with you~’

    Take a foot, your ex-boyfriend is watching from behind.

    “Cough, cough, there are so many people here, why are you looking for me?” Jiang Nian coughed, “Besides, your boyfriend is behind you, you should prioritize him.”

    “We broke up a long time ago.”

    “Not that long, right?” Jiang Nian chatted casually.

    Ji Jiayu: “…”

    There was no point talking to someone who always argued, so the topic ended there.

    Midway through the fourth period, the lecture slowly drew to a close.

    On stage, Lan Lan said.

    “Alright, our psychology lecture for today concludes here. There are still twenty minutes, students can visit our ‘Psychological World’.”

    “Students who have questions and need consultation can jot down my phone number. Or make an appointment at the psychology office during break; everything is confidential.”

    Jiang Nian didn’t need an appointment; he was already standing up.

    This grandpa is going to eat now!

    About seventy to eighty lucky students came to the conference room. A dozen or so were copying down the phone number. Most people were walking out, after all, this was just a class committee task.

    Walking through the long corridor, due to the angle of the sun.

    At noon, the gloomy corridor from when the third period began was now bathed in sunlight.

    The window glass was bright as new, under the blue sky and white clouds of early winter. A cold crosswind blew, and in front of the administration building, red flags danced in the sun.

    The establishment of the psychological counseling room still held significance.

    Jiang Nian didn’t need psychological counseling, but that didn’t mean others didn’t. Some people bloom in difficult soil and naturally need to draw spiritual nourishment.

    In the corridor, Yuan Zhengchuan blended into the crowd, walking close to the wall. His gaze was fixed on the two figures ahead; his ex-girlfriend was walking one in front of Jiang Nian, and one behind.

    Walking.

    Such an ambiguous position, and they still claim to be innocent?

    Breaking up is normal, but a seamless transition shows a lack of character. A period of being single should be the minimum respect for an ex; those who make seamless transitions will never have a good outcome!

    Yuan Zhengchuan gritted his teeth, his breathing somewhat rapid.

    He wished he could rush forward immediately, loudly scolding this shameless pair until they were utterly mortified. To make others see how disgusting they truly were.

    However, he saw Jiang Nian turn around and ask.

    “Why are you following me?”

    Hearing this, Ji Jiayu only felt it was absurd.

    “Don’t I need to go back to the classroom? This is the only way downstairs.”

    But then Jiang Nian walked towards her, and then past her.

    “???”

    Ji Jiayu turned her head, only to find Jiang Nian walking towards a first-year high school girl. Her face held the innocence of youth, untouched by hardship, and a dazzling school uniform.

    She froze for a few seconds, and also involuntarily stopped.

    Yuan Zhengchuan, at the back of the crowd in the passage, naturally stopped as well. Walking any further would mean passing them. Clearly, this was not his intention.

    This way, he couldn’t spy. No, he couldn’t think things through.

    Jiang Nian blocked a first-year high school girl in the brightly lit passage. Their positions were subtle, precisely in the middle of Ji Jiayu and Yuan Zhengchuan.

    The first-year high school girl was a little flustered, blinking her eyes.

    “I… I wasn’t following.”

    “Oh, oh, then I misread.” Jiang Nian didn’t care, recalling for a moment, “I remember you, you’re that first-year from that day.”

    “Lin Yuxi.”

    “Low scorer.”

    Both voices appeared simultaneously, and the expression on Lin Yuxi’s face instantly went blank.

    “You’re really going to make me depressed like this.”

    How could he even bully her about her grades? Was seven or eight hundred points in the first year of high school considered a low score?

    In fact, this already surpassed some students in the Olympiad class and could definitely be considered excellent.

    “Alright, let’s not talk about that.” Jiang Nian lightly dismissed it, and asked curiously, “Why are you here? Could it be that you’re also a psychological pervert?”

    “No, it’s because I’m the psychological committee member.” Lin Yuxi tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and hesitated, “Because it’s the new semester, everyone isn’t very familiar with each other.”

    “Oh, oh, little non-stick pan,” Jiang Nian said.

    “Senior, you can’t use ‘non-stick pan’ to describe a girl.” Lin Yuxi pretended to be a little angry, but at the same time, she was surprised in her heart, ‘This person’s description is so accurate?’

    She did have a bit of a ‘non-stick pan’ personality, because they had only been in the first year of high school for a few months since the class split. The students came from all over, and relationships were complex with many conflicts.

    She temporarily took on the role of psychological committee member and felt it was not good to offend anyone.

    “Pressure cooker?” Jiang Nian probed.

    “Even more ridiculous!”

    “Whatever, you go back to class.” Jiang Nian waved his hand in farewell, “I’m going to eat now, bye-bye.”

    “Isn’t class not over yet?” Lin Yuxi was a little confused.

    Jiang Nian pointed at her, “This is typical first-year high school thinking.”

    “Senior, you’re so mean.”

    “I can be even meaner, low score…”

    “Stop talking!”

    Ji Jiayu was a little stunned, watching Jiang Nian and the pure first-year junior sister “chatting and laughing” as they went downstairs.

    Judging by the junior sister’s reaction, she seemed a little hooked.

    Jiang Nian, truly.

    She was muttering to herself when she looked up and saw her ex-boyfriend Yuan Zhengchuan walking towards her, and couldn’t help but frown.

    They had already broken up, why was he still pestering her?

    What couldn’t be said before the breakup, he insisted on making an effort after everything was settled. He was even playing the self-pity card; he had a mental illness.

    “Xiaoyu, I…” Yuan Zhengchuan’s words were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t get them out.

    This pitiful appearance, in Ji Jiayu’s eyes, was nothing but disgust. Love and not loving are truly very obvious; Yuan Zhengchuan’s hesitation was weakness in her eyes.

    “Don’t always be like this, as if everything is my fault!”

    “No, it’s not your fault.” Yuan Zhengchuan answered reflexively, then added, “Please don’t be angry, it’s all my fault.”

    Generally speaking, if Ji Jiayu asked, “What did you do wrong?” it would basically be offering a step down, or half a retractable step, indicating there was still hope.

    However, Ji Jiayu just turned around.

    “Don’t follow me, go back to your classroom by yourself.”

    Yuan Zhengchuan’s heart immediately sank, like stepping into thin air on a rooftop.

    “Where are you going?”

    “To clear my head, you don’t need to worry about it.”

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