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    It wasn’t just Old Liu; Jiang Nian and the others were also stunned.

    As members of the Sixth Group, they knew perfectly well whether Zeng You had been playing on his phone.

    It’s just that Zeng You’s move was a bit cheeky. What kind of Zhuge Liang from Class Three was he?

    “Knowing you intend to carry out this plan, I have long awaited it.”

    Old Liu’s face was dark, but he didn’t search him. He just nodded and left the classroom with the three phones and the three people, including Yang Qiming, who had been caught.

    With the risk averted, the members of the Sixth Group all looked at Zeng You.

    Jiang Nian said, “You’re finished. Old Liu has his eye on you.”

    “Look on the bright side, it’s just high-intensity patrols every day.” Li Hua gloated, “Every day, you’ll be on edge, with no peace.”

    Wu Jun, in the front row, feigned concern and turned to advise Zeng You.

    “No matter what, you still dodged a bullet. Don’t play for the next few days; avoid the homeroom teacher’s wrath.”

    “Hey, what are you saying?” Jiang Nian’s eyes sparkled, detecting some fun. “Avoid Old Liu’s wrath? That’s looking down on my Brother You.”

    “Yeah, that’s not right.” Li Hua was also a Master at fanning the flames. “We’re all veterans of Class Three. Old Liu only has those few tricks. Don’t be scared.”

    Zhang Ningzhi looked at Jiang Nian and the other, a silent expression of surprise on her face.

    These people are too bad.

    Huang Fang also couldn’t bear to watch anymore and spoke up.

    “You two should say less.”

    Zhang Ningzhi nodded in agreement, then poked Jiang Nian’s arm.

    “Exactly, exactly.”

    Zeng You, who was at the center of the incident, looked indifferent, waving his hand and saying,

    “Let him come. I have plenty of ways.”

    After he finished speaking, Zeng You laughed again.

    “Reading novels all the time gets tiring. Playing with teachers is much more interesting than playing on a phone.”

    Remember, Old Liu, this is a lesson I’m teaching you in life. Once we cross this mountain, trust will quietly crumble, and we can’t go back to how we were.

    “Hahaha, holy crap.” Jiang Nian burst out laughing, unable to resist giving a thumbs-up.

    Li Hua was laughing so hard his face hurt; he wiped away tears and looked up, sighing with emotion.

    “Ah, if only I could have conjured a flashlight when my dad checked my phone back then.”

    Soon after, the three caught students returned, without their phones.

    As soon as Yang Qiming sat down, Huang Cailang leaned over.

    “Brother, what did the homeroom teacher say?”

    “What else could he say? It depends on the results of the Six-City Joint Exam at the end of the month.” Yang Qiming sighed. “He set a goal for the three of us; if our scores reach it, we’ll get our phones back.”

    “Ah? Then Brother Yang, you won’t have a phone?” Huang Cailang was shocked. Thinking of Brother Yang’s loyalty to him, he gritted his teeth and said,

    “Brother Yang, if you don’t mind, use my phone!”

    Hearing this, Zhou Yuting on the side couldn’t help but curl her lips.

    She thought Yang Qiming deserved to have his phone confiscated. Before the homeroom teacher took it, Yang Qiming was still scrolling through beast-ear girls, which was utterly speechless.

    However, Tao Ran’s interest should just be a normal hobby.

    “Haha, you’re too naive, Cailang.”

    Yang Qiming shook his head, grinned, and said, “Old Liu threw the phone into the bag for collected phones. My backup phone is in there.”

    “When they hand out phones on Sunday, I’ll just take back the phone that was confiscated, and then hand in a dummy phone.”

    “Understood? Applause!”

    Huang Cailang was immediately greatly impressed, praising him incessantly.

    “Brother, you’re so smart.”

    Zhou Yuting was so annoyed by these two that she simply put on her foam earplugs and focused on solving problems.

    Soon, Tao Ran, the class representative for two subjects and the Minister of Rites, walked in from outside the classroom, holding the Chinese weekly test papers, and declared the weekly test.

    “Clear your desks and sit according to your student ID number.”

    To be honest, Jiang Nian had fallen in love with the feeling of being cooped up in the back row of the classroom. Holy cow, no one cares if you whisper in the back row.

    Is there still justice?

    Class Three is a city of sin, and the back row of the classroom, this vacuum zone, is truly awesome.

    Since it was a meaningless weekly test, changing seats was inevitable.

    Thinking that he could be deskmates with the class monitor again, Jiang Nian couldn’t help but hum lightly.

    This week was incredibly awesome.

    “It’s incredibly awesome, Brother Dong.” Sun Zhicheng muttered to himself, sitting in the classroom.

    He was absentmindedly doing the Chinese weekly test paper, unable to help but recall the scene that happened in the afternoon, where Lin Dong taught him hand-in-hand how to flirt and pick up girls.

    Now his mind was full of techniques, and he already worshipped Lin Dong.

    Completely respect-respect.

    Master, Master, I want to learn this!

    He instantly remembered the time he was dominated by an unknown website, completely losing memory for one to two hours. But compared to Lin Dong’s skill, that was a drop in the ocean.

    Brother Dong was simply a superman, a true online chat emperor.

    In the milk tea shop, Sun Zhicheng watched Lin Dong break the ice and chat with a newly added girl, while also exchanging suggestive messages with a girl he had already built rapport with.

    That scene had an undoubtedly huge impact on young A-Cheng’s worldview.

    It was simply an ambition, a pre-advance of his progress bar.

    Sun Zhicheng secretly vowed then that he would sooner or later become Brother Dong and surpass Brother Dong.

    His goal was to become the online chat emperor, aiming for the supreme throne.

    With this thought, he excitedly sent a message to the newly added girl.

    【Are you there?】

    And then there was no ‘then’, because the other party didn’t reply. Sun Zhicheng agonized from afternoon to evening; a journey of a thousand miles ended at the first step.

    He died before he even started, and he was very unwilling.

    Unconsciously, he had already forgotten all the dissatisfactions in reality, single-mindedly delving into his research, wishing he could sneak out of the classroom to continue online chatting.

    Suddenly, he remembered Chen Yunyun; he hadn’t paid attention to her for a day or two.

    Thinking this, Sun Zhicheng turned his head to look. After searching for a long time, he finally located Chen Yunyun’s back. He had intended to break the filter, but almost fell back into it again.

    “No, no, I’m no longer the Sun Zhicheng I used to be!”

    “A man should rely on his own hands.”

    Yao Beibei was already in a bad mood because her phone had been confiscated, and her weekly test seat was next to Sun Zhicheng. Hearing him muttering, she was extremely annoyed.

    “Stop muttering.”

    Sun Zhicheng was still trying to convince himself. Hearing this, he felt a bit awkward, and a thought flashed in his mind as he retorted,

    “Is reciting ancient poetry not allowed either?”

    Yao Beibei sneered, turning her head to glance at Sun Zhicheng.

    “What ancient poem has… ‘Those days were truly agonizing, so can you tell me what makes her different?'”

    Sun Zhicheng deflated, but still stubbornly said,

    “Mind your own business.”

    Yao Beibei scoffed and continued writing her answers.

    “Stop being crazy.”

    Sun Zhicheng felt a lump in his throat. He thought to himself that he was too weak now; when he looked back later, he would no longer be himself!

    His gaze shifted, and he suddenly caught sight of Jiang Nian, who was taking the weekly test sitting with the class monitor.

    He thought that people were all the same, nothing special. Perhaps Jiang Nian also had someone he desired but couldn’t have, and he might even be more miserable than himself.

    Jiang Nian held his breath, enduring until the story section of the reading comprehension. Only after reading the entire passage was the test considered half done.

    After reading it, he couldn’t help but feel a little melancholy.

    The feeling of a Chinese exam was… happiness always fleeting, while pain was exceptionally long-lasting.

    He glanced at the class monitor and noticed that her progress in writing the test was slower than his. A sense of accomplishment rose in his heart, so he leaned over to watch her write the answers.

    Naturally, his body maintained a leaning posture.

    To be honest, it was a bit idiotic.

    The classroom lights were bright, and the light on Li Qingrong’s profile was fair and soft, with graceful curves, and clear eyes faintly visible beneath her eyelashes.

    Stare—

    Li Qingrong forced herself to remain calm, but soon she couldn’t hold it anymore.

    For the last analysis question, only the last sentence remained. With him staring at her, her thoughts condensed and then scattered, and she just couldn’t write it out.

    Finally, she turned to look at Jiang Nian.

    “Hmm?”

    Facing Li Qingrong’s slightly questioning expression, Jiang Nian finally turned his head. He flipped the test paper to the other side and began to revise his ancient poetry appreciation answer.

    Li Qingrong: “.”

    Why didn’t he just say if he wanted to copy?

    Jiang Nian continued writing, and order finally returned to normal.

    However, Li Qingrong read the first reading comprehension application text twice, but still couldn’t remember the content. She always felt that something was missing.

    Just now, when Jiang Nian leaned over, it was as if he had pressed an imprint on her heart.

    Gurgle, gurgle.

    A small note rolled onto Jiang Nian’s test paper. He stared at the note for a moment, stunned.

    Huh?

    A note written by the class monitor must be important.

    After realizing this, he didn’t care about writing the test paper anymore. To be frank, the importance of the Chinese weekly test paper was completely negligible.

    He opened the note, which read: “Are the procedures done?”

    Hmm. Jiang Nian glanced at the class monitor, hesitating for a moment. He fiddled with the note for half a minute before pushing it back.

    Li Qingrong took it, opening it with a calm expression.

    【It’s done. I overslept this afternoon and forgot to tell you.】

    She lowered her eyes and read it, and that trace of resentment in her heart silently disappeared.

    “Hmm.”

    Half an hour before the end of the exam,

    Jiang Nian finished writing the entire essay and put down his pen. He was really bored, so he looked at the class monitor for a while, then at Li Hua not far away.

    After thinking for a moment, he tore a corner of the test paper, crumpled it into a ball, and accurately hit Li Hua’s head.

    “Who!” Li Hua touched the paper, furious, but then turned around to find everyone looking at him. “Who threw a paper ball at my head?”

    However, no one admitted it.

    Li Qingrong was still writing her essay, and she subtly glanced at Jiang Nian.

    Estimating that the time was almost up, Tao Ran walked to the podium, coughed, and said,

    “Alright. The Chinese answer sheets, pass them from back to front.”

    The test papers were passed forward like snowflakes, and the seats returned to their original positions.

    Jiang Nian took out his phone to do mock questions for Subject One, planning to finish them in two or three days and take the Subject One exam this week whenever he had time, the sooner the better.

    His cousin had told him that the longer he delayed getting his driver’s license, the less motivated he would be.

    Since there was VIP service, there was no need to test human nature; don’t expect the other party to remember you as a VIP in two or three years. The sooner you get it, the sooner you’ll have peace of mind.

    Zhang Ningzhi saw him playing on his phone, hidden behind a stack of books, and asked with a worried expression,

    “Aren’t you afraid of getting caught?”

    Hearing this, Jiang Nian looked around, then glanced at Zhang Ningzhi.

    “Baby, this is the last row.”

    Getting caught? What a joke.

    What he didn’t say was, “I have connections.”

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