Chapter 388 Stop touching me, ask me two questions.

Li Qingrong paused for a moment, her expression quite surprised.

“Thank you.”

She took the bracelet, feeling its smooth warmth in her hand. After playing with it for a few seconds, she put it on her wrist, which was as fair as frost and snow.

“I really like it.”

“Alright,” Jiang Nian stood up, and before leaving his seat, he touched Li Qingrong’s wrist, “This style really suits you.”

First, touch; then, critique.

Actually, Jiang Nian wasn’t purely trying to touch her hand; it was also to liven up the atmosphere and consecrate the blessing bracelet.

Hmm, the bracelet was very smooth.

Li Qingrong didn’t react much to being touched, just looked at him with a puzzled expression. She let him take advantage, then he ran off.

Hmm?

On the sports field, the morning run had ended.

The winter sun hung high, and Zhang Ningzhi was drenched in sweat from running. The sun was exceptionally hot today, and she found her tissues were all used up when she checked her pocket.

She habitually walked over to Jiang Nian and asked quietly,

“Do you have any tissues? I want to wipe my sweat.”

Jiang Nian glanced at her and extended his arm, “No, you can wipe it on my clothes.”

Zhang Ningzhi smelled good all over; he had already verified this. Even when she sweated, there wasn’t much of a strong odor.

To put it crudely, he could just use her as perfume.

“Ugh, no way!” Zhang Ningzhi giggled, then said, “I’ll ask Beibei instead. Bye!” Yang Qiming, who had watched the entire exchange from the side, felt like he was about to throw up.

“What the hell, are those things a human would say?”

What he couldn’t understand was why girls always fell for Jiang Nian’s tricks. He hesitated, wondering if he should learn a trick or two.

Just then, Zhou Yuting also started sweating, so he turned and asked,

“Do you have any tissues?”

Zhou Yuting glanced at him and handed him a tissue.

“Go ahead.”

Yang Qiming: “…”

The last two classes of the morning quickly passed, and school was dismissed.

The entire class started moving desks and chairs to change seats.

Jiang Nian received a message: Xu Qianqian was going to accompany Song Xiyun to the hospital to treat her pneumonia, which hadn’t fully healed yet.

Thus, he also lost his reason to go home and rest.

Zhang Ningzhi finished tidying up her things, looked at him curiously, poked his waist, and couldn’t help but ask quietly,

“Aren’t you going home this afternoon?”

“No.”

Jiang Nian habitually stroked her thigh. The classroom desks and books were piled high, so no one noticed this scene.

“Let’s grab a quick bite when we go out later, then come back to the classroom and continue working on the test papers.”

“Oh, you, you… you…!” Zhang Ningzhi’s face turned crimson. She wondered why this person was so fond of touching her legs. Were her legs really that nice to touch?

Her legs seemed to have gained a little weight recently; they’d look even better if they were a bit slimmer.

“Are you going home for dinner?” Jiang Nian awkwardly changed the subject, “If there’s chicken soup, remember to sneak some out to nourish me.”

As for touching her legs, he would still touch them next time.

Zhizhi couldn’t understand the allure of her perfectly fleshy legs. They weren’t bulky or thick, but fair and well-proportioned.

Imagine white stockings crossing over, calves like condensed cream, finally covering her thighs, creating a subtle indentation of flesh.

Only one word could describe it: amazing!

“Oh, I’ll see when I get home.” Zhang Ningzhi nodded, her face slightly red, “Don’t say strange things.”

Nourish… it made her sound like she was very sensual.

The class monitor came in from outside. The moment school was dismissed, Nie Qiqi had dragged her to the restroom, and her hands were still wet.

Even more eye-catching was the red string bracelet on her wrist.

Nie Qiqi had noticed the bracelet a long time ago but hadn’t felt comfortable asking on the way. Once they entered the classroom, she clung to Li Qingrong again.

“Class monitor, who gave you this red string bracelet?”

“A friend.”

“A boy?”

“Yes.” Li Qingrong tidied her things, glancing at Jiang Nian, who was hunched over a test paper, “…A very impressive boy.”

“No!” Nie Qiqi’s legs went weak. The smiling tiger could no longer smile. “It’s over, I’ve been cuckolded.”

“Don’t be crazy here.” Cai Xiaoqing, who had just returned from washing the mop, lightly kicked her, “No one cares.”

“Wow!!!” Nie Qiqi instantly broke down.

Jiang Nian looked up, a bewildered expression on his face.

“Which fire alarm went off?”

At his words, a ripple of low laughter spread through the surroundings. Nie Qiqi also angrily got up, wiped her tears, and left the classroom.

Li Qingrong had already packed her things and looked at Jiang Nian again. She sat quietly in her seat, waiting for him to ask questions.

If he had no questions, she would go home.

After a while.

Jiang Nian suddenly turned to her.

“Do you know this one?”

Seeing his serious expression and no intention of playing with her wrist, Li Qingrong casually brushed back the strands of hair falling by her ear.

She leaned slightly forward, her chest crossing the desk. Her jacket was pressed down, creating a crease, and a certain shape bulged high.

“Hmm, let me see.”

Jiang Nian asked about three or four test papers in total, selecting five or six problems he didn’t understand, and they discussed for about ten minutes.

It was a good thing he asked the class monitor; anyone else would probably take at least half an hour.

Li Qingrong was one of those unfathomable Geniuses; ordinary people hadn’t even finished reading the question, and she had already figured out the answer.

In fact, Jiang Nian suspected she couldn’t score over 700. Perhaps it wasn’t because she couldn’t, but because she was too lazy to score over 700.

After all, 700 points would be enough for the principal to hold a special meeting to commend her.

Most of the people in the classroom had left.

“Oh, I see, it’s like that.” As Jiang Nian finished asking the last question, his hand naturally reached for Li Qingrong’s wrist.

He should have some shame; now he was even trying to take her pulse.

Jiang Nian wasn’t taking her pulse; he was just touching.

“Hey Qingqing, don’t your hands get dry in winter?” He said, while touching her wrist, “Your hands are so small, and they smell so good.”

Li Qingrong: “…”

“No, I applied hand cream.”

His fingertips were warm, and his rough thumb brushed against the skin of her wrist. As it slowly swept across, there was a slight tingling sensation like an electric current.

Even though her emotions were very calm, her face slowly turned red. It had to be said, Jiang Nian was indeed a bit much.

“Ah, I see, no wonder.”

“Mhm.”

Another minute passed, and Li Qingrong gently pulled back her wrist, which was almost slick with oil from his handling. Her face was slightly red, and her heart was a little flustered.

He had managed to get two sentences out of her, who usually didn’t talk much.

“Stop touching, let’s ask two more questions.”

To be fair.

Jiang Nian wasn’t even pretending anymore; he practically wanted to put it in his mouth and slurp it up. Like spreading ice cream on it and licking it all over.

It even went beyond the realm of mere flirtation.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The person’s face didn’t blush, and his heart didn’t pound. “I was too engrossed in the questions. Does it hurt?”

“No.” Li Qingrong’s face remained expressionless, but her gaze subtly shifted, avoiding contact with Jiang Nian.

“Then let’s go, I’m also heading downstairs.” Jiang Nian clipped the chemistry test papers together and roughly stacked them aside.

He still had to come back to do problems after dinner.

What the hell, a study addict!

Afternoon ball practice was after two o’clock; the fragmented time in between couldn’t be wasted. Without accumulating steps, one cannot travel a thousand miles.

650 points was a very clever number.

Go, go, go!

Li Qingrong underestimated her charm and Jiang Nian’s level of thirst. Eighteen was an age where anything was possible.

At the school gate.

Jiang Nian stopped and waved to Li Qingrong.

“See you tonight.”

Li Qingrong nodded, giving him another look.

Once the class monitor’s figure disappeared, Jiang Nian took out his phone. He planned to find a small restaurant nearby to grab a quick lunch.

Just as he was about to move, his phone buzzed.

He saw Chen Yunyun’s number calling, so he answered casually.

“What’s up?”

On the other end of the phone, before Chen Yunyun could speak, Wang Yuhe’s voice, full of excitement, said with extreme joy,

“Jiang Nian, come here!”

“Kids shouldn’t interrupt; let the adults talk.”

“You!”

Chen Yunyun chuckled into the phone, “You two stop bickering. We’re eating at Fuan, and we ordered too many dishes.”

“Oh, and then what?”

“Have you eaten?” Chen Yunyun asked. She had seen Jiang Nian still asking questions before she left, so she figured he probably hadn’t eaten.

“No, I was just about to find something to eat.”

“That’s great then, just come over directly.” Chen Yunyun rarely acted coquettishly, “If you don’t come, we won’t know how to eat.”

Jiang Nian hummed in agreement, thinking that Chen Yunyun was also quite alluring.

“Alright, I’m coming over now.”

It wasn’t just for Chen Yunyun; he’d accompany them shopping and give them some things later. With give and take, their relationship would become even closer.

Ten minutes later, he arrived at Fuan.

This was a restaurant serving local cuisine, characterized by its spiciness. In terms of price, it was considered a bit expensive but worth it.

As soon as he entered, he found Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe in the main hall. A new, unwrapped set of tableware had been added to their table.

“You can sit here.”

“Alright, thanks.” Jiang Nian sat down next to Chen Yunyun and glanced at the empty table, “Didn’t you order much?”

“Oh, we didn’t order too much.” Chen Yunyun smiled, “We just really wanted to eat, but we definitely couldn’t finish it all, so we called you.”

Wang Yuhe turned her face away, “Hmph, it’s not like we absolutely had to call you.”