Chapter 305 I Have No Leg Hair

In Zhang Xiaofan’s imagination, he saw himself as Zhao Zilong, breaking through thousands of soldiers and horses.

Leading his little brothers, he charged around, looking quite intimidating.

The students at the barbecue stall were like quails, one by one.

He must have scared them with his overwhelming Aura, making them scatter.

In reality, the students at the barbecue stall were indeed scared, but only out of fear of a lunatic, so they all moved their chairs further in.

Xu Qianqian and Song Xiyun had their backs to the barbecue stall, so they didn’t see Zhang Xiaofan.

Jiang Nian suddenly stood up and said, “Wait for me, I ran into a classmate.”

“Hey, where are you going?” Xu Qianqian turned her head, trying to call him back.

But he was already gone.

Song Xiyun also turned around and saw Jiang Nian walking out with one arm around a boy. They looked like good buddies, which left her a bit bewildered.

“He… what is he going to do?”

Xu Qianqian was sharp-eyed and thought, ‘This isn’t Jiang Nian meeting a classmate. He’s clearly sneaking off to fight again.’ She immediately said, annoyed,

“The honest guy went to fish for corpses.”

Song Xiyun turned to look at her, a confused expression on her face.

“Huh?”

“Ah ah ah!!! Lighter! Lighter!”

“My bad, my bad! Bro!”

Under the streetlights, Zhang Xiaofan and Cao Yang grimaced and begged for mercy. They felt the hands clamped around their necks were as strong as hydraulic pliers.

The intense pain and suffocating sensation made them feel like they were dying. They had no doubt that if Jiang Nian used a little more force, their necks would snap.

Stop it, I’m going to faint.

“What did you do wrong?” Jiang Nian said with a fake smile, detesting troublemakers the most. “Don’t be scared, take a deep breath. It’s normal to feel a little dizzy.”

“Cough cough… I shouldn’t have, I shouldn’t have caused trouble, bro!” Zhang Xiaofan, being the weakest, was almost choked to the point of seeing his great-grandmother, and quickly begged for mercy.

Jiang Nian turned to look at the other burly man; in fact, the hand on him was exerting even more force.

“What about you?”

Cao Yang felt like he was about to die, his chest burning. A wave of Qi was trapped in his skull, and his breathing was as heavy as a bellows.

“Bro… I also… I also made a mistake, I should pay the bill for you, bro.”

“You don’t need to pay, I’m not short on money.” Jiang Nian increased his grip slightly and chuckled, “Don’t be nervous, take a deep breath, you’ll be fine after a nap.”

Cao Yang was scared out of his wits; he was just big, not a brute.

“Bro, I… cough cough, I… I really know I was wrong.”

Estimating it was enough, Jiang Nian suddenly let go.

“Alright.”

The two oxygen-deprived men immediately stumbled and fell to the ground, coughing violently for a while. They gasped for air, slowly recovering.

Cao Yang was convinced; he had met the King of Hell twice in one night.

Once with a ghostly head shake, once with a choked neck.

He had never been hanged in his life, but he had the privilege of experiencing the sensation. He swore he would live a good life from now on and never contemplate suicide. Zhang Xiaofan was even more exasperated; he swore he would avoid Jiang Nian whenever he saw him.

In the middle of the night, he almost saw his great-grandmother.

He couldn’t beat him in middle school, so how did he become a Hercules in high school? What did this guy eat to grow up like this? This strength is not something you get from eating, damn it.

Jiang Nian stood by the roadside playing with his phone, one hand hanging by his pant leg.

Under the soft yellow streetlights, the two men coughed incessantly and scrambled to their feet. They left as if they had seen a ghost, without looking back.

The few high schoolers enjoying a late-night snack at the roadside stall were completely dumbfounded.

Teacher Ma, what exactly happened?

They only saw the handsome boy grab the necks of two aggressive-looking boys head-on. He dragged them out, and then…:

After a few words, they collapsed and ran away, scrambling.

It didn’t fit the movie scene at all; shouldn’t they have smashed tables? Or grabbed plastic stools, or folding tables, and staged a full-blown fight on the roadside?

In the end, that’s it?

After dealing with the troublesome Zhang Xiaofan, Jiang Nian returned to the barbecue stall.

He nodded at the two girls and said casually, “Let’s go.”

“Jiang Nian, I’ll tell Aunt Li that you fought!” Xu Qianqian glared at Jiang Nian. As for Jiang Nian getting beaten… she only worried about that in middle school.

That time, Old Xu was also there, and he smoked a cigarette, sighing,

“This child must follow the Righteous Path in the future.”

Because the matter escalated so much, Jiang Nian’s uncle was also called over. She wasn’t clear on the exact reason, but in any case, not much money was compensated.

She couldn’t remember the details afterward; their relationship wasn’t that good back then.

“Damn it, don’t talk nonsense. Which eye saw me fighting? I already said I met a classmate, we chatted for a bit, and it was over.”

“Both eyes.”

“If your eyesight’s bad, don’t talk rubbish.” Jiang Nian picked up his bag, ready to leave, and handed Song Xiyun’s bag to her.

Song Xiyun was flattered and said with a hesitant “Ah,” “Thank you.”

She took the bag with both hands and put it on her back, listening to the two people bickering beside her. They walked out of the night market amidst their chatter, and she tightly clutched the edge of her pants.

She didn’t know why, but she always felt that Jiang Nian had changed a little.

His attitude towards her had changed… he wasn’t as mean as before, and he didn’t bully her as much. If it were in the past, he would probably have snatched her bag to play with.

She wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt his gaze on her was a little softer?

It must be… an illusion.

Walking under the streetlights, her heart thumped twice, and Song Xiyun felt the ground sway a little.

People shouldn’t, at least not…

The three plunged into an alley, and after several turns, they arrived downstairs. After entering the spacious and clean courtyard, Song Xiyun followed them upstairs.

Jiang Nian bid farewell to the two girls at the door, waving his hand.

“Bye-bye.”

Xu Qianqian gave him a middle finger with a dissatisfied expression. Bang bang, two doors closed.

Jiang Nian let out a sigh of relief, but then he thought of Xu Qianqian and Song Xiyun living across the hall. He felt a strange sensation in his heart, that they were actually living together.

What if he went over now?

He could figure out with his toes that Uncle Xu hadn’t come home tonight.

Three people in one room, should he sleep on the living room sofa or the floor? Thinking this, he threw his backpack down and hummed a song as he entered the bathroom to wash up.

Sleep… on the hard bed of a detention center.

Buzz buzz buzz!

In the bathroom, Jiang Nian dried his hair in front of the fogged mirror.

His wet fingers hovered over his phone screen, which was paused by water droplets, for a moment. Finally, he pressed the play button, “Your hair like snow…” He was used to listening to music while showering, and nearly a third of his playlist consisted of Jay Chou’s songs.

Sometimes, when the mood struck, he would occasionally sing along to a couple of lines. Unfortunately, his untrained voice was off-key and not presentable, so he could only entertain himself in the bathroom.

With a ‘ding,’ he glanced sideways at his phone.

The sound of the hairdryer stopped. He didn’t bother with his not-yet-fully-dried hair. He shook his wet hands and picked up his phone.

Sure enough, it was a message from the class monitor, still starting with a single message.

“Are you there?”

Hehe, the class monitor is so cute.

He wiped his hands on his clothes and typed quickly.

“What’s up?”

The bathroom door opened, and Jiang Nian walked back to his bedroom. He placed the unfinished biology test paper in the top left corner and picked up a fresh one, ready to continue writing.

Progress on the biology strategy: 50%.

He estimated that he might have to bring a test paper to write at tomorrow’s coming-of-age ceremony. After all, there was a leader’s speech segment, which was ridiculously long. Buzz, the phone vibrated again.

Li Qingrong: “What clothes are you wearing for the coming-of-age ceremony tomorrow?”

Jiang Nian was writing a question and answered truthfully without thinking.

“I’m wearing a trench coat with Li Hua and the others.”

Then, he habitually typed a question in return.

“What about you?”

With a ‘ding,’ Li Qingrong replied.

“I don’t know.”

Sometimes, Jiang Nian also felt that the class monitor was quite dull.

“How about a skirt?”

After a while, the other side replied with one word.

“Cold.”

Suddenly, Jiang Nian couldn’t help but laugh, then he thought the class monitor wasn’t so dull after all.

“Don’t girls all have that ‘Divine Artifact’ for bare legs?”

After a moment, Li Qingrong took a long time to reply.

“I don’t have leg hair.”

Jiang Nian chuckled, no longer in the mood to do questions, and typed back,

“It’s not for shaving leg hair; it’s warm tights worn on the legs. In the dead of winter, it looks like you’re not wearing anything at first glance, but you actually are.”

This time, the reply took even longer, not coming until half-past eleven.

“【Image】 A horse-face skirt, is that okay?”