Chapter 355: Group Six Actually Has… A Sun

After Li Qingrong finished throwing, everyone was stunned.

Except for the first arrow that went wide, all the other arrows hit their mark. There was no skill involved, it was purely by feel.

Chai Muying immediately despaired; she had originally planned to compete and win a prize.

“The Class Monitor is too accurate, isn’t she?”

Yao Beibei was purely there to have fun. After the joint exam, anything was more interesting than staying in the classroom for evening self-study.

She clapped her hands, “That’s good too. Maybe our class really has a chance to win the championship.”

The other girls had similar thoughts. The only downside was that the Class Monitor’s accuracy at pot-throwing had directly deprived them of their fun.

The boys’ reactions, however, were exactly the opposite. The boys who had already thrown were now slapping their thighs in regret.

“Damn it, I should have taken it more seriously!”

The boys who hadn’t thrown yet were filled with Battle Intent, putting away their joking. They all rolled up their sleeves, ready to go all out.

Xie Zhihao even looked at Li Qingrong several times, suddenly realizing that the Class Monitor of this class had reached a level of breathtaking beauty.

Huh? She’s the Class Monitor?

Isn’t the Class Monitor that girl named Cai Xiang? It seems like whenever there’s something going on in class, she’s the one who runs over and then runs back.

Could it be that the one in front of him is a vice-class cadre?

Liu Yang glanced at the few boys who hadn’t thrown yet, like Tom from Tom and Jerry, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

He shook his head, tsk-tsking, and showed a regretful expression.

Children, ahead lies Hell.

Xie Zhihao and Jiang Nian were not in the same line. At this moment, he was staring intently ahead. Currently, the best score for boys was five hits out of ten throws.

As long as he hits six times…

Jiang Nian was in another line, and it was his turn to throw the pot next. He couldn’t help but turn to look at Luo Yong, hesitating.

“How about you go first?”

“No, no, no, you go first.” Luo Yong habitually refused. No matter what he did, he preferred to be at the back.

Jiang Nian said, “After I throw, you might not want to throw anymore.”

“No way, you go first, you go first.” Luo Yong even took a step back, as if they were queuing for an injection.

He was a typical 50-point boy, not as addicted to his phone as Zeng You, nor as taciturn as Luo Zhongping.

Half cheerful, half self-conscious.

His expectation for the college entrance exam was just to aim for Nanda, or simply secure a spot at East China Jiaotong University. As soon as he graduated from university, he would!

Four years of undergraduate study unnoticed, then carrying a backpack to Shenzhen.

Jiang Nian thought for a moment, then reached out and forcefully pushed him to the front. Luo Yong couldn’t resist and was forced to start throwing the pot.

Next door, Xie Zhihao stuck out his butt and threw six hits out of ten.

He went from being drenched in sweat to having a completely blank expression, like the meme: 【Ah, I’m so happy today】.

Luo Yong looked timid, but unexpectedly, his first throw was four hits out of eight, which immediately made Xie Zhihao, who had been celebrating prematurely, nervous.

However, Luo Yong messed up on his ninth throw. With a clatter, the arrow went wide of the pot.

“Yes!” Xie Zhihao breathed slightly, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, “To be honest, it’s a bit of a shame.”

Luo Yong smiled without speaking, his palms covered in sweat.

Jiang Nian picked up the arrows and suddenly felt someone staring at him. He saw it was Li Qingrong, who quickly averted her gaze.

He didn’t dally, barely looking at where the pot’s opening was.

He quickly threw ten arrows in succession. One arrow was still in mid-air when the second arrow was already released.

Thump, thump, thump, like large and small pearls falling onto a jade plate.

All ten arrows landed in the pot, the sound clear and pleasant to the ear.

Everyone present instantly fell silent. Old Liu was originally on the phone at the door. Seeing this scene, he couldn’t even speak.

Liu Yang covered his face, unable to bear watching.

If he didn’t still hold the position of sports committee member, he wouldn’t have come at all with Jiang Nian around.

Xie Zhihao was dumbfounded. He had struggled to get six hits. Then he turned around and saw Jiang Nian effortlessly hit ten in a row.

He found it hard to accept, unable to believe his eyes.

The girls’ reactions were even more exaggerated. Yao Beibei walked right over, intending to roll up his sleeve to see if he had cheated.

“What are you doing?”

“Did you use cheats?” Yao Beibei didn’t find any mechanism in his sleeve. “Where are you hiding it, you bunch of pigeons?”

“My pants,” Jiang Nian said, his face not red, his heart not pounding.

Yao Beibei rubbed her chin, “You wait, I’ll go find a round-faced, bearded boy to come over.”

Li Qingrong stood not far away, listening to the two girls excitedly discussing. She quietly withdrew her gaze and looked elsewhere.

Old Liu stopped his call, sent everyone who failed the selection back, and kept Jiang Nian and Li Qingrong for a talk.

In the large activity room, only the three of them remained.

“Ahem.” Old Liu coughed, looked at Jiang Nian, then at Li Qingrong, and a hint of pain flashed in his eyes.

No, am I an idiot?

Why am I getting excited? Why did I put them together again?

But there’s an old Chinese saying, ‘Since you’re already here.’ Since they’ve come this far, he’ll motivate them to win the prize first.

“This pot-throwing competition was decided by a director who is conducting an educational reform experiment at the school. He pulled in a large sum of money…”

“So, this ancient-style pot-throwing game has high honors and direct cash prizes. You two should try your best.”

Hearing this, Jiang Nian asked.

“Teacher, do all classes have to participate?”

“Yes, all senior high classes,” Old Liu said, then added, “Regardless of arts or sciences, the prize money is very high.”

Li Qingrong’s expression was calm. Whether she heard about honor or prize money, she remained unmoved, simply standing quietly and listening.

Jiang Nian asked again, “How much money, boss?”

Watching someone make a money-counting gesture with his thumb and forefinger, Old Liu almost couldn’t maintain his composure. He kept a stern face and asked disapprovingly.

“No seriousness! Why aren’t you concerned about honor?”

Jiang Nian scratched his head, “Alright, then how much honor, boss?”

He continued the money-counting gesture.

“Honor is priceless, you don’t understand it yet.” Old Liu thought for a moment, “The prize money seems to be 1,500 for the champion.”

“Honor is indeed very important,” Jiang Nian said seriously, “Teacher, I am willing to contribute my strength to the class.”

Old Liu was bewildered. This… is this right?

“Alright, it’s good that you have that intention.” Old Liu was about to end the conversation, but Jiang Nian interrupted him again.

“Teacher, if we both win the championship, do you have any rewards?”

Old Liu: “…”

“Teacher, honor…” Jiang Nian hinted, “I’m 100% sure to win a prize, you can rest 120% assured.”

Hearing this, Old Liu’s tone softened a bit.

“The rewards for the team-leading teachers are relatively ordinary. You can tell me what you like. There’s a thermos cup, a month’s meal card, and so on.”

The campus was silent and dim, as if covered with a thin layer of sand.

Jiang Nian and Li Qingrong walked out of Building D side by side, glancing at the senior high building where the second evening self-study session was already underway.

“Old Liu talked for so long?”

Hearing this, Li Qingrong glanced at him, stopped, and asked.

“Are you very short on money?”

“Not really short, just participating for fun.” Jiang Nian turned to Li Qingrong, “Who gets the prize money doesn’t matter.”

Li Qingrong nodded, hummed, and then asked again.

“After I get it, do you want it?”

Jiang Nian was instantly puzzled. The Class Monitor wouldn’t have any ideas about him, would she, wanting to buy out his youth with a thousand yuan?

Too greedy, Qingqing.

Youth is so precious, that kind of thing requires more money.

“No, no, no, that’s not necessary, I was just joking.” Jiang Nian explained, “I’m not really short, it’s pretty much enough.”

“Mm.”

After returning to the classroom, the two went back to their seats.

Jiang Nian sat down and immediately began to rush through his homework, correcting test papers for submission and inspection, and was busy until the last evening self-study session.

Seeing him stop writing, Zhang Ningzhi asked.

“I heard Beibei say you’re going to represent the class in the competition?”

“What do you mean?” Jiang Nian looked at her.

“Nothing, just congratulating you.” Zhang Ningzhi pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes curving into crescents. “You have to work hard.”

Zhizhi was never stingy with praise, and possessed the ability to imbue anything with passionate emotional value.

“Then I’ll take your auspicious words. I’ll treat you to some scratch-offs another day.” Jiang Nian snapped his fingers, “To test your Luck value.”

The 【Winning】 ability hasn’t been acquired yet.

First, he needs to solve Song Xiyun’s illness, which requires finding the regular army (doctors) and supplementing it with 【Calculations】 to decipher it.

But this didn’t stop him from making grand promises and teasing the little girl.

If he really bought scratch-offs, it certainly wouldn’t be those. The winning rate for those is low, and some bosses even calculate the prize money.

In other words, how much can be won is all objectively determined.

No matter how Heaven-Defying the 【Winning】 skill is, it’s impossible to scratch off a big prize from a stack of scratch-offs that are at most a hundred yuan.

But with lottery tickets, just casually picking one can bring boundless joy. As long as you don’t stubbornly go for the big prizes, it’s much more satisfying than scratch-offs.

Not only is the prize money higher, but it’s also much safer.

As for why not go for something bigger?

Purely because Jiang Nian was too lazy to move. Making too much of a stir would definitely require changing places to buy lottery tickets, and 【Winning】 refreshes every five days.

If not a professional lottery player, it’s more comfortable to just catch small fish.

“Really?” Zhang Ningzhi’s eyes lit up at the words. “Hmph, my Luck has always been very good.”

Isn’t this a private date?

Please… collect… (69shu.com!)

Scratch-offs!!

In reality, it’s lottery tickets!!

Li Hua had been listening to them whispering for a long time and couldn’t take it anymore. He patted Jiang Nian, a look of profound regret on his face.

“Bro, scratch-offs are a guaranteed loss!”

Jiang Nian raised an eyebrow, “Great Master Li, how so?”

“I used to get annoyed with school, so I tried some.” Li Hua sighed, “I thought if I won big, I wouldn’t go to school anymore.”

“Then did you win?” Jiang Nian asked with a sincere face, holding out his hand, “I’m a student, share some with me.”

Li Hua: “…Bro, are you serious?”

Near dismissal.

Tao Ran suddenly walked in from outside the classroom door, holding a stack of answer sheets, immediately attracting everyone’s attention.

He hurried to the podium with the answer sheets and threw them on the podium with a thud.

He looked up and scanned the classroom.

“The Chinese exam scores are out, all written on the answer sheets. A few people come help hand them out.”

Almost instantly, the previously restless class immediately became boisterous.

To quote Song Dandan, “That scene was filled with gongs and drums, firecrackers, waving red flags, and a sea of people.”

Quite spectacular.

Everyone immediately became nervous at this moment. They were no longer in a hurry to leave school, sitting and waiting for a few people to hand out the Chinese answer sheets.

Among them, one of the most anxious people in the class was Li Hua.

“red stone, red stone, please.” He buried his head in his Chinese textbook, trying to absorb some Luck by making a last-minute effort.

Besides him, Zhang Ningzhi was also nervous.

Her five subject scores were the same as Jiang Nian’s, 514. Her total score and grade ranking all depended on this one Chinese subject.

There is great terror between life and death.

Even Fairy Zhizhi couldn’t help but grip her pants tightly at this moment. Her hands slowly tightened, unconsciously pressing her lower lip.

“Hiss~!” Jiang Nian gasped, turning to look at Zhang Ningzhi, “No, why are you grabbing my leg?”

“Oh, oh, sorry.” Zhizhi’s cheeks were slightly red, and she apologized softly, “I was wondering why it didn’t hurt, I thought…”

The answer sheets were handed out, three rustling sheets.

Li Hua scored 508. When he got his Chinese answer sheet, he suddenly covered the score with his hand, then, like a gambler, slowly revealed it.

“1, 1, it must start with 1!”

He moved his hand, and it indeed started with 1.

Li Hua immediately smiled and continued his silly wish.

“2, 2, 2!”

Then, after moving his hand, the second digit was 0. It almost made Li Hua faint, he was so scared.

508 plus a hundred something, no matter how you add it, it won’t exceed 610.

He gave up and moved his hand away.

100 points.

When people are speechless, they really do laugh.

All expression vanished from Li Hua’s face, replaced by wild laughter. He laughed and laughed, then secretly glanced at Jiang Nian’s score.

102.

Jiang Nian turned his head and saw Li Hua’s Chinese score of 100. His face instantly broke into a smile, and he clapped his hands and sang to him.

“One hundred points, excellent!”

“You bastard!” Li Hua was furious. He lost by 2 points in Chinese, and he lost in total score too, losing to Jiang Nian by a full 8 points.

Although his total score still exceeded 600, maintaining the legend that the “Li Hua Line” is always above 600, but!!!

Jiang Nian’s 616 had already surpassed the “Li Hua Line,” and with a full 8-point advantage!

He almost fainted from anger, pressing his philtrum. He tilted his head back and looked at the blackboard, feeling utter darkness in early December.

Zhang Ningzhi had a major Breakthrough in Chinese, scoring 126.

Her total score exceeded 640.

Fairy Zhizhi had a small headwind at the start, but still relied on a blood-burst from her advantageous subjects to firmly secure her place on the altar.

Li Hua’s already cold heart turned to minus thirty degrees again.

An unremarkable group actually had two Suns appear! They crossed the “Li Hua Line,” directly forming a double sun in the sky!

Suddenly, Huang Fang in the front seat abruptly turned her head.

Her eyes were fixed on Li Hua, and she even swallowed a mouthful of saliva, disregarding her image, and asked nervously.

“Team leader, what’s your Chinese score?”

Hearing this, Li Hua instantly became alert.

“What’s your total score?”

Empress Fangfang, at this moment, uncharacteristically blushed. She vaguely covered her face with her hand, somewhat embarrassed.

“A bit low, 609.”

“Team leader? Team leader!!” Huang Fang panicked when she saw Li Hua collapse directly. “Team leader, don’t die!”

She shook Li Hua violently, unable to help but ask.

“What’s your score?”

Li Hua’s fainting was fake, but his waking up from anger was real.

“Don’t ask!”

Jiang Nian finished laughing and answered for his good brother.

“Fangfang, he scored one point less than you.”

“red stone, I’m really going to jump.” Li Hua rubbed his face, “How can three Suns appear in the sky of Group Six?”

Three Suns in the sky!

Without slaying Li Hua, how can one speak of Foundation Establishment!

Before evening self-study ended, Jiang Nian turned to glance at the Class Monitor’s score. Seeing a 12 at the beginning, he instantly lost interest.

The Class Monitor’s Chinese score seemed to be just on the edge of excellent, but for normal people, it was still ridiculously high.

“Qing, what’s your total score?” Jiang Nian asked.

In the noisy classroom, Li Qingrong looked up.

“Six hundred and eight—”

“Stop!” Jiang Nian interrupted her, saying helplessly, “I know, your score is too outrageous.”

Li Qingrong: “…”

After evening self-study.

Jiang Nian grabbed his bag and walked out of the classroom, rushing to the third floor. He originally planned to catch Xu Qianqian, but found that Xiao Song was also there.

He met up with the two girls and then walked downstairs, asking curiously.

“Is she sick?”

“A cough, it hasn’t gotten better.” Xu Qianqian looked worried, “I plan to let Xiyun sleep at my house so it’ll be easier to go to the clinic tomorrow.”

Hearing this, Jiang Nian asked.

“Did you call Sister Zhao then?”

Hearing the words “Sister Zhao,” Song Xiyun, wearing a cat mask, turned to look at Jiang Nian.

Her eyes widened, and she said softly.

“Wouldn’t that make me a generation younger than you?”

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