Chapter 298 【Thanks to Alliance Leader Jingbian Wutong for the reward】 Is Li Qingrong, the Great Demon King, also from No. 2 Middle School?

So, does he contribute to Olympiad Class 4?

Even negative counts.

He probably does, maybe a few dozen points.

“What if someone from another class impersonates your class to deduct points?” Jiang Nian still couldn’t help but ask the question that had been bothering him.

“I don’t know, after the homeroom teacher changed, she hasn’t really managed things,” Xu Qianqian’s ponytail swayed, her voice gradually solidifying.

“Maybe she just wanted an excuse to get angry.”

Hearing this, Jiang Nian let out an ‘oh,’ and made his own judgment.

Because of the money deduction, and not wanting to deal with class matters, she simply implemented high-pressure rule. A direct, blanket approach, which also gave her an excuse to get angry at any time.

“But there’s no need to extend class, right?”

“She’s doing it on purpose, I guess,” Xu Qianqian said without much emotion, tightening the straps of her backpack. “People in the class have strong opinions, I estimate there will be more arguments later.”

“Are they going to start a new Class Four?” Jiang Nian asked.

“What are you talking about? No way!” Xu Qianqian also understood the club meme. “Anyway, I don’t care, whoever wins is fine, as long as class isn’t extended.”

Jiang Nian smiled, “I choose Uncle Deng, he goes downstairs faster.”

Xu Qianqian turned her head, her tone mischievous, “I actually don’t like that homeroom teacher either; I want to see them argue.”

Good, good, none of them are good people.

This way, it wouldn’t seem like he was the only bad one.

Since neither of them was hungry, they didn’t eat supper on the way. Instead, they leisurely strolled home along the familiar path.

“What are you wearing for your Acquired ceremony the day after tomorrow?”

“Probably a JK skirt, so it won’t go to waste.” Xu Qianqian turned her head and saw his lips curling into a smile, which annoyed her. “What are you thinking?”

“Nothing, I was just thinking you have a closet full of JK skirts, and you ended up wearing one anyway,” Jiang Nian smiled. “Hey, why don’t you wear the one I gave you?”

“Get lost.”

Jiang Nian asked casually, “Is Song Xiyun wearing the same as you?”

“Of course she is, otherwise how would I dare to wear it?” she said. “I’ll go look for it when I get back; the skirt is past the knee, so people shouldn’t stare too much.”

Xu Qianqian was just a paper tiger, quite timid.

Shouldn’t all JK skirts be a uniform 33 centimeters? Small and cute. Not really; only the ones Jiang Nian saw on Douyin were super short.

In reality, it’s quite difficult to encounter short JK skirts.

For example, the skirts Xu Qianqian hoarded in her closet were almost all inexpensive JK skirts. Some couldn’t even be called authentic; they were purely for the joy of collecting.

It must be said, this hobby is quite good.

Song Xiyun, naturally, would also wear one with Xu Qianqian. A knee-length JK skirt, one could only say it was barely acceptable; high school was still conservative.

Back home.

Jiang Nian sent Xu Qianqian a WeChat message, “Need a rehearsal audience? Send it to me to see.”

Xu Qianqian: “【Image】.”

She actually sent it, because she was going to wear it out the day after tomorrow anyway. There was no need to hide it, and she actually quite hoped to be praised.

This was a typical “good student JK” photo.

Taken in front of a full-length mirror, the upper body was a blue shirt with a gray vest. The pleated skirt went past the knee, complementing Xu Qianqian’s long legs.

The photo ended at her neck, not showing her face.

Even without seeing her face, the owner of the photo was clearly very reserved. Or perhaps quite anxious, waiting for the person viewing the photo to give a positive review.

After Jiang Nian finished looking, he immediately praised her.

“Beautiful, everything about it is beautiful, I look forward to seeing the knee-high socks.”

With a whoosh, Xu Qianqian replied.

“Really?”

“Won’t it be too strange? I’m still hesitating whether to wear other clothes. After all, it’s a Chinese-style campus; if it looks out of place, it’s over.”

Jiang Nian thought for a moment and offered her a suggestion.

“You can prepare two options, then see what others wear tomorrow. Or inquire about the situation on the morning of the day after tomorrow; if everyone’s wearing all sorts of things, then you wear it.”

Xu Qianqian quickly accepted this compromise and replied with one word.

“Okay.”

After washing up that evening, Jiang Nian lay on his bed looking at the photo. He suddenly became curious, Xu Qianqian looked innocent wearing it, so what about Little Song?

He slowly closed his eyes, thinking about the simulated Excerpt he had seen from the System a few days ago.

So, according to the normal timeline.

Song Xiyun would be at the same school as him, a mediocre second-tier university.

For some reason, perhaps because they both knew Xu Qianqian as a connection. Or perhaps being strangers in a foreign land, fellow townsfolk simply banded together for warmth.

In short, they got together and spent a carefree university life.

So, the question is, what was the reason for their breakup?

The last time he saw the memory of 28-year-old and Zhang Ningzhi, they also broke up for some reason. But family reasons were just speculation; the specific reason was unknown.

Damn, does his romantic life really have to be so complicated?

Is it all because of bad grades?

He missed the chance to move up a class, then missed Zhang Ningzhi in high school. He caught Song Xiyun in college, then broke up and met Zhang Ningzhi again.

But because of his own reasons, they broke up?

That’s truly messed up; didn’t the internet say that life has a high tolerance for error?

Didn’t they say a good life is about feeling and experiencing? Why doesn’t he feel like he’s experiencing happiness? It didn’t say experiencing hardship or enjoyment.

Does the tolerance for error also depend on IP?

Jiang Nian sighed faintly. His parents could give him a maximum of about a million yuan as a safety net. This was their entire family fortune; giving it all would make them poor overnight.

His life trajectory had already changed, so there was no need for such a large bride price.

What about their life trajectories?

Jiang Nian was only concerned about a few points: Zhizhi’s parents, Song Xiyun’s grades, and had he dated Xu Qianqian? He was a little scared.

And his ex-wife.

From marriage to divorce, had he dated Xu Qianqian?

If it were before, Jiang Nian would definitely pat his chest and guarantee, “Impossible, absolutely impossible! What do you take me for, a playboy?”

Now he wasn’t so sure, after all, it seemed like something he would do.

Always suffering, but never lacking in romance?

To be honest, Jiang Nian suddenly felt like finding someone to ask about his fate.

Just as he was thinking.

With a buzz, his phone popped up a new message.

He picked it up casually and saw that it was from his super cute deskmate, Zhang Ningzhi.

“【Image】 Is giving a cup not a good omen?”

Jiang Nian glanced at the message, nodded in agreement, thinking, according to the simulated timeline, our ending is indeed average.

However, the worst outcome is breaking up, which is actually not so bad.

He thought for a moment and replied.

“A set is a tragedy (pun on ‘cup’ and ‘tragedy’ in Chinese), a single one is just a cup. Don’t worry so much about it; it’s a deep friendship. Besides, if you just give it directly, it doesn’t count as a ‘gift’ anymore, does it?”

Zhang Ningzhi: “Okay.”

“See you tomorrow (cute).”

Jiang Nian typed back, “Mhm, see you tomorrow. 【Dragon emoji】.”

Zhang Ningzhi: “Your emoji is so ugly, oh.”

“My aesthetic is just like this. Then share a couple of nicer emojis with me.” Jiang Nian thought, he’d steal two normal emojis to send to the class monitor.

Soon, Zhang Ningzhi indeed sent seven or eight cute emojis.

Jiang Nian: “Stolen, stolen.”

Zhang Ningzhi: “Hmph.”

The chat ended there.

Jiang Nian glanced at the time, ready to turn over and sleep. But the System popped up with a ding, and the task panel instantly unfolded.

【Congratulations, you have initially completed the task of reconnecting with childhood friend and ex-girlfriend. Special reward: one arbitrary shopping right, shopping fund 30,000.

Mature clothing taste is a man’s (blah blah blah).】

He glanced at it, not even bothering to lift an eyelid.

Seeing that this damn welfare didn’t specify that the money had to be spent on himself, he immediately opened his phone and started picking out clothes, various shoes and hats for his parents.

Mature clothing taste, his parents were quite mature.

The shopping list came out to exactly 30,100. He paid immediately, and with a ding, his phone deducted the fee, and with another ding, the System shopping fund arrived.

It must be said, getting something for free is just comfortable.

After the System task was done, Jiang Nian didn’t pay much attention and just lay down on the bed.

Click, the light went out.

In the darkness, his phone buzzed again.

Jiang Nian’s eyes immediately opened. At this time, this classic opening line for a message. No mistake, it must be a message from the class monitor.

No, he was really going to be reeled in like a fish.

Bad woman.

He quietly reached for his phone, holding his breath as he looked at the message.

Li Qingrong: “Are you asleep?”

Not yet, not yet, all sleepiness instantly vanished.

“No, what’s up?”

Li Qingrong honestly said, “To chat with you.”

Jiang Nian curled up in bed, instantly turning into a reeled-in fish.

Doesn’t one usually just say they want to chat?

Damn, the class monitor is too cute!

Could it be that the class monitor, a bad woman, was using this as a trick to reel him in? He couldn’t completely rule out that possibility, but for now, he was somewhat willing to take the bait.

To this, Jiang Nian coughed and maintained sufficient calm.

“Can’t sleep?”

“Mhm.”

“Why?” Jiang Nian typed, asking.

When people can’t sleep, there must be a specific reason, either physical factors. Or they’re thinking about something, with a lingering obsession that keeps them awake.

For example, a boy stumbles upon a mysterious website and discovers that a category he likes has six hundred pages! No duplicates, all high-quality!

Holy cow!

He won’t be able to sleep all night, guaranteed to click through page by page until he passes out from exhaustion.

If he wakes up in the morning and finds the curtains open, the window open for ventilation, his discarded pants put back on, and the tissues by the bed gone without a trace.

Then don’t ask so many questions, just go back to sleep.

On the other side.

Li Qingrong leaned against the headboard, with only a dim bedside lamp illuminating the room.

“Thinking about what to chat about.”

Soon, Jiang Nian’s message popped up.

“Anything’s fine, Class Monitor, were you from No. 1 High School before?”

Li Qingrong hesitated for a moment, then typed back.

“No. 2 High School.”

“What a coincidence, I’m from No. 2 High School too.” Jiang Nian’s reply was longer. “That place is really no good, the people aren’t good, the roads aren’t good, it’s pretty chaotic.”

Jiang Nian turned over in bed, holding his phone, and found that the class monitor’s reply was just one word.

“Mhm.”

He immediately felt a bit strange; the class monitor seemed completely uninterested in her alma mater, No. 2 High School. But then again, that place was notoriously bad.

A girl like the class monitor probably worked hard in her studies precisely because she hated No. 2 High School, eventually becoming the Devil King of Zhennan Middle School’s senior year.

Truly inspiring, just like himself.

Supplement, the chapter missed on the 1st.

The others will be added gradually, and I’d also like to ask for monthly votes, Big shots.

Thanks to Alliance Leader Jingbian Wutong, boss, good waist, good kidneys.

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