Chapter 292 Then I’ll Write Slower

Jiang Nian glanced at it, quite surprised.

Usually at this time, the class group chat wouldn’t be this lively.

To be precise, the class group chat was quite quiet even when there wasn’t a holiday. Only a fixed few people would talk, and occasionally a wave of lurkers would be drawn out.

Jiang Nian scrolled the chat history to the top and read it carefully (stalking).

Group Nickname: A Windy Night (Liu Yang), “Brothers, have you all finished your test papers?”

Woke up and felt my husband hard, turns out he’s dead (Yao Beibei), “I have one math paper left, I’m about to see the light of victory.”

Liu Yang: “@Woke up, no, what’s with your group nickname?”

Pure Love Teenager Seduced Strong Mom (Li Hua), “That’s too explosive, good thing I’m normal (crying with laughter). Also, I’ve finished everything.”

Kite Chasing People (Yang Qiming), “This is no longer just an ordinary psycho, must be an aruba!”

Fierce Tigress Step on Me (Tao Ran), “Li Hua is that fierce? I also have one paper left to write, I definitely won’t be able to sleep tonight.”

Prodigal Son (Huang Cailang), “I have two left, I didn’t have time to write them because I was eating a late-night snack.”

Cat in the Alley (Lin Dong), “Damn it, I knew you guys were secretly eating in the dorm! You wouldn’t open the door when I came to visit, huh!”

Moon Under Water (Chen Yunyun), “Our whole dorm hasn’t slept, we’re all writing test papers.”

Runs Home When It Rains (Wang Yuhe), “I’m done.”

Fog on the Lighthouse (Sun Zhicheng), “Still have four left to write, not worried at all. (Laughs loudly)”

Wang Yuhe @ Sun Zhicheng, “Why are both your and the team leader’s nicknames…”

Jiang Nian continued to scroll down, finding that many people in the class had come out to complain about not being able to finish their test papers. He looked around and didn’t see Zhang Ningzhi speaking.

But that was normal; she usually didn’t show up in the class group chat.

After all, she spent all her time with Yao Beibei; the two were basically inseparable. At school, Yao Beibei’s words and actions were still somewhat restrained.

But online, she completely revealed her true self, abstract beyond measure.

Yao Beibei naturally didn’t care; she was an old-timer in the class group chat. She often went wild, and the people in the group were already used to it, often exclaiming in surprise.

Zhang Ningzhi was thin-skinned and, unless absolutely necessary, was unwilling to appear in the group at the same time as Yao Beibei.

Many people didn’t show up, including Cai Xiaoqing and a few others who didn’t speak. They probably started writing their test papers after returning home, just like him.

Jiang Nian thought for a moment and sent a message to Zhang Ningzhi.

“Asleep?”

After more than ten seconds, she buzzed back a message.

“Not yet, writing test papers.”

“How many left?” Jiang Nian asked.

A total of five test papers were distributed, one for each of the three comprehensive science subjects, and two for math. They were required to be submitted during tomorrow’s long break, but in reality, they couldn’t be finished.

“Half a paper (cute).”

Damn, how did she write so fast, Zhizhi is too fierce.

“I still have one left, I can’t finish it.” Jiang Nian replied honestly, then habitually added, “If I can’t finish it, I’ll just copy yours.”

Zhang Ningzhi: “(Unhappy) No, do it yourself.”

“I said ‘if,’ I should still be able to finish it.” Jiang Nian started to play the victim with her, “If I don’t finish it, I’ll be called on in class.”

After a while, Zhang Ningzhi replied.

“Just this once, okay.”

In front of his desk, Jiang Nian smiled and enthusiastically typed a reply.

“Okay.”

“Then you hurry up and write, maybe you’ll finish soon.” Zhang Ningzhi’s reply was meticulous, “I also need to keep writing, otherwise I won’t be able to get up tomorrow.”

Jiang Nian replied with an emoji, temporarily ending the chat.

The two of them spent every day together, so they naturally wouldn’t chat endlessly late at night. The third year of high school was quite stressful, and Zhang Ningzhi also valued her grades highly.

Their thoughts were quite consistent: finish homework first.

11:40 PM.

Jiang Nian leaned back, several bones cracking.

He still hadn’t finished the math test paper, but he wasn’t sleepy now. Even without activating “Healing,” his current mental state was 1.5 times what it used to be.

This was an implicit enhancement to the brain and spirit brought about by improved physical fitness.

Even so, he decided to rest for a while.

But just as his hand reached for his phone, he heard a buzz. He thought it was Zhang Ningzhi finishing her test paper and couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire to complain.

Writing so fast, what a study tyrant!

However, when Jiang Nian picked up his phone, he found that the message wasn’t from Zhang Ningzhi. It was from Li Qingrong, and the class monitor still used the classic two-word opening.

“Asleep?”

He didn’t know why Li Qingrong was looking for him so late, so he replied.

“No, what’s up, Class Monitor?”

On the other side.

Li Qingrong happened to go to the living room to pour water, under the orange-yellow chandelier. She held a glass in one hand and sat at the open bar in the kitchen, her movements pausing.

Class Monitor?

She lowered her gaze to the two words, and for some reason, felt a bit irritated. After taking a sip of water, her emotions gradually calmed down.

Just as she was thinking about how to reply, the master bedroom door opened.

Li Lanying walked out wearing a thin autumn nightgown, looking dazed as if she had just woken up, with only two buttons casually fastened on her chest.

A pair of white grapefruits were exposed to the air, exuding a lazy aura.

“Qingqing, not asleep yet?” She rubbed her eyes, walked into the kitchen, took out a glass bottle of mineral water, poured it into a cup, and drank a few gulps haphazardly.

“Mm.” Li Qingrong ignored her, still thinking.

“So much homework today? Third year of high school is really tough.” Li Lanying leaned over on her own, her chin gently resting on Li Qingrong’s shoulder.

“You should have gone back long ago.” Li Qingrong’s eyes were cold, and she directly shook Li Lanying’s chin off. “Wasn’t it good outside, why did you come back?”

Li Lanying wasn’t angry; instead, she chuckled foolishly.

“Do you harbor resentment?”

Li Qingrong glanced at her, “No.”

“You’re lying. If you really didn’t have resentment, you wouldn’t be driving me away.” Li Lanying tried to hug Li Qingrong, but the latter dodged her without hesitation.

She didn’t feel disappointed; instead, she said something.

“For New Year’s, Mom and Dad will also come back.”

Li Qingrong had no reaction to the words and looked at her phone again. The words she had just thought of were shattered by another sentence from Li Lanying.

“Mm.”

In the spacious living room, the light was clean and bright.

Li Lanying looked at her sister three meters away and couldn’t help but sigh softly. But she still gathered her courage and spoke softly.

“We were also helpless before.”

Hearing this, Li Qingrong put down the glass and went straight back to her room.

With a bang, the door closed.

The living room was suddenly left with only Li Lanying. The expression on her face became sad. She stood blankly for a while, then took out some alcoholic beverage from the refrigerator.

In the room, Li Qingrong calmed her mood and sent a message to Jiang Nian.

“Nothing.”

After sending the message, she silently put down her phone. Unexpectedly, her phone buzzed.

Jiang Nian replied: “Class Monitor, have you finished your test papers?”

“Mm, finished during evening self-study.”

In the bedroom, when Jiang Nian saw that message, he was stunned.

No, five test papers finished in the classroom?

“How did you write so fast?”

Soon, Li Qingrong replied.

“Then I’ll write slower next time.”

Seeing this, Jiang Nian couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. The class monitor was also learning bad habits, was this sarcasm or a joke?

It couldn’t be serious, could it?

After a while, Zhang Ningzhi also sent a message. She told Jiang Nian that she had already finished her test papers and even took a few distant pictures for him.

The kind that couldn’t be seen clearly even when magnified, making Jiang Nian want to spit blood.

So he put aside the chat with the class monitor and turned to complain about Zhang Ningzhi’s anti-copying behavior. The two exchanged playful jabs, eventually ending with a’see you tomorrow’.

Jiang Nian also decided not to write this damn test paper, figuring he could just get up early tomorrow and finish it.

Before going to bed, he took another look at the chat interface with the class monitor.

After that sentence, “Then I’ll write slower next time,” the class monitor hadn’t sent any more messages. She was probably asleep, or didn’t want to chat anymore.

Between sleep and wakefulness, Jiang Nian suddenly felt his phone buzz by his pillow.

He subconsciously reached for his phone, groggily opened his eyes, and glanced at the lit screen.

It was a message from Li Qingrong.

“Don’t call me Class Monitor next time.”