Chapter 384 The Will Was Taken Out

As Qingbao’s words fell, many gazes in the classroom lifted. The second-generation class representative, Yu Zhiyi, was almost biting her sleeve to shreds. “Damn Jiang Nian, I’m the class representative!”

“Qingbao is too much of a central air conditioner!”

“There’s already me!”

Jiang Nian was momentarily stunned upon hearing this, thinking, “There’s news so quickly.”

“Yay! Qingbao is the best!”

His heart bloomed with joy, but his expression remained unchanged. On the verge of wanting to laugh but holding it back, he lowered his head and quickly walked out of the classroom.

“Holy cow, he’s laughing like an idiot,” Ma Guojun said speechlessly. “I bet he definitely laughed secretly.”

“What do you need him for?” Zeng You asked.

“Hehe, maybe it’s to arrange his withdrawal,” Li Hua indulged in fantasy. “Once Jiang Nian is gone, I’ll be invincible.”

Huang Fang turned around and pointed her finger.

“It’s the third.”

The smile on Li Hua’s face instantly vanished, and the light in his eyes faded.

They’ve rebelled! All of them have rebelled!

In the corridor.

Qingbao walked ahead, with Jiang Nian following closely. Some things weren’t suitable to be discussed in the classroom, after all, they involved Heaven-Defying aspects of his own subject.

Biology was his talent, but chemistry was also his hobby.

“Jiang Nian?”

On the stairs, a girl with a somewhat rebellious aura looked at him quite strangely, then turned to Qingbao.

“Hello, Teacher.”

“Mhm,” Qingbao replied with composure.

Jiang Nian didn’t show much reaction to this somewhat fiery little turtle, only giving a cool nod.

Then, the two groups passed each other. As Jiang Nian brushed past her, the braised little turtle winked at him.

“Huh?”

Jiang Nian turned his head, almost uttering that famous line from Pinru.

“You’re… very flavorful, no need for extra salt.”

Qingbao, walking ahead, didn’t notice her Disciple being captivated by a grand dish from a banquet.

It’s normal for Disciples to enjoy feasts.

Before leaving, they even asked the host for a two-hundred-yuan red packet. For no particular reason, it had been said many times.

Downstairs.

Qingbao returned to her workstation, sitting on her chair with a stern face. Her expression was like a melting iceberg as she let out a long sigh.

The great Qingbao had once again successfully maintained her teacher’s authority today. Jiang Nian stood to the side, not sitting down. His gaze searched the desk, wondering why Qingbao’s teacup was missing.

The next second, Qingbao pulled out a tea set from under the desk.

“Would you like some tea?”

Jiang Nian:

He obediently made tea, pouring it for both himself and Qingbao. After sitting down, he felt the atmosphere was strangely mysterious.

“Master Qingbao, are there any new instructions from the Family Elder?”

“Chemistry…” Qingbao blew on her hot tea, found it too hot, and put it down. “Do you have any thoughts?”

“Huh? Turning the tables, isn’t that my line?”

Jiang Nian scratched his face and said, “Practice problems.”

She first affirmed, “The approach of practicing problems to improve scores is correct.”

Then she added,

“However, the focus of practicing problems needs to be adjusted slightly. I’ve looked at your answer sheets, and the mistakes are quite concentrated.”

For the next twenty minutes.

She analyzed Jiang Nian’s lost points frame by frame, and, with the advice of the chemistry group’s pillar, provided comprehensive suggestions for Jiang Nian.

This included the types of problems to practice, which test papers to buy, searching for a certain teacher’s online course videos, and focusing on their specific understanding of problem-solving.

In short, it was very detailed.

And it bypassed Jiang Nian’s solid foundation, cutting straight to the chase.

Jiang Nian was also quite surprised; he had asked about strategies for improving scores. He asked casually, just to see if anything would come of it.

However, Qingbao had revealed an exclusive, customized speedrun guide.

It was so thoughtful.

He was indeed Qingbao’s closed-door Disciple, unlike a certain Yu. She could change her surname now, to ‘Redundant.’

How dare a mere Outer Sect Disciple pry into the Sect’s secrets?

Wild dog, get out! You are just our dispensable shadow!

“Thank you, Teacher,” Jiang Nian said very seriously, writing down all the key points on paper. “I’ll go look for them when I get back.”

“Mhm, go on,” Qingbao put her hands in her sleeves like an old farmer and narrowed her eyes. “Before you leave, refill the water.”

Jiang Nian let out an “Ah.” He could feel it. Qingbao was genuinely happy; teaching was about nothing but joy.

Master was a bit too pure.

He closed the door and left the office, giving Qingbao some personal time to savor the afterglow of teaching’s joy.

For example, the satisfaction of explaining chemistry problems to Ningzhi and receiving starry-eyed admiration… it was so good it was indescribable. “What did the teacher want with you?” Li Hua was jealous again. After all, Qingbao was super charming, but she didn’t care about him at all.

“Nothing much,” Jiang Nian found a random excuse. “I asked a question last time, and she called me over to hear the answer this time.”

Li Hua pressed on, “Then why didn’t she explain it in the classroom?”

“How can she explain it with a creep around?” Jiang Nian glared at him. “Wouldn’t you lean in to listen, then confess after hearing it?”

“red stone!” Li Hua retorted, his face reddening, his sore spot hit. “I actually don’t care at all.”

“Haha,” Jiang Nian laughed.

At this moment, Zhang Ningzhi also poked Jiang Nian, asking with some curiosity,

“The teacher seems to value you a lot?”

“If you score ninety-seven,” Jiang Nian couldn’t help but curve his lips into a smile, classic showing-off mechanics, “my dear, you can too.”

The next second, Zhang Ningzhi’s face instantly turned red.

Most likely because she heard the utterly unattainable number of 97, she felt ashamed and her face flushed.

Score shaming.

Two evening self-study sessions quietly passed.

Jiang Nian looked up from the pile of test papers, and a sudden hum echoed in his mind. He opened the panel and found that the task panel was still. He was bewildered, where did the vibration come from?

It couldn’t be a small plug-in.

He searched in confusion for a long time, only to find the source of the vibration in the item bar: an ordinary-looking letter.

With a gentle click, a real tactile sensation was transmitted to his finger.

Jiang Nian was stunned for a few seconds, his hand naturally picking up the letter. The texture… the details, it was incredibly real.

The suicide note was thus taken out; this was not a good thing.

Even though Jiang Nian knew very well that this item was a tool that didn’t exist in this spacetime, he still felt a lump in his throat.

He mustered his courage and suddenly looked behind him.

The class president was still doing problems, one hand propped on her head. Her expression was somewhat aloof, as if she had no interest in studying at all.

It was hard to imagine that this suicide note came from her hand.

What was the motive?

Li Qingrong seemed to sense something, looking up. Her gaze met Jiang Nian’s, and she couldn’t help but be startled.

She couldn’t quite say why, but his gaze felt strange. Her heart, too, began to secrete acidic substances with his gaze.

Sadness?

Was not being able to solve problems hurting him that much?

But she couldn’t teach him either.

Knowledge wasn’t a virus that could spread through human contact.

Li Qingrong lowered her eyes. She wasn’t good with words. Her thoughts were simple, and she didn’t know what to ask, so she remained silent.

After a few seconds, she looked up again.

Jiang Nian was pondering where to hide the suicide note later, to prevent the rebellious Li Hua from digging it up when burying bones.

Although he vaguely felt that no one else but him could see this suicide note, as it didn’t exist in this spacetime.

But the fact that it could materialize from the System’s item bar and even be taken out was already very, very unreasonable.

He didn’t want to gamble.

Because the name on it was Li Qingrong, a person so pure and clean that he didn’t want her to suffer even the slightest harm.

He didn’t want his memories to be tarnished, always holding a single person.

Just as Jiang Nian was distracted, a cool sensation suddenly came from his hand. He looked down to see a pale hand gently squeezing his.

Just like when he had taken the opportunity to squeeze Li Qingrong.

Damn it, he was groped.

The class president was a female pervert, most likely wanting to tear up the contract early. She couldn’t hold back anymore and wanted to hum lightly with him.

Referring to kissing.

This scene must be recorded on a phone after getting the class president’s consent, and saved to the cloud.

Heaven-Defying, Teacher Chen!

No, he wouldn’t do any Tokyo actions. He just wanted to keep it for his own collection, to reminisce when he got old.

The squeeze was fleeting, the coolness fading.

Jiang Nian also woke up from his wild fantasy, thankfully his reason was still intact; he woke up just after naming his granddaughter.

“Touching me?”

Upon hearing this, Li Qingrong was stunned.

Unable to refute, Li Qingrong could only turn her head away. A hint of red flashed across her cool face.

This person really was a bit… creepy.