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Xu Qianqian, as if in a fit of pique, hurried upstairs in one breath and lowered her head to unlock the door. Annoyed, even the door lock seemed to be giving her trouble. It's all Jiang Nian's fault! "You're twisting it the wrong way, my dim-witted friend." Jiang Nian couldn't watch any longer. He reached out, placed his hand over hers, twisted hard, and with a click, the door locked. An awkward atmosphere filled the air. "Ha, playful." Jiang Nian acted as if nothing…-
5.5 M • Ongoing
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After two weeks of playing with the Deep Blue Baby, Jiang Nian had roughly figured out some patterns. Small money, skills, slightly larger money, skills. If he were the 38-year-old Jiang Nian from another timeline, these things would be like carrots. Not enough to fill him, but not enough to starve him, requiring constant proactive effort. It wasn't exactly simple, but compared to working, the System offered better value, and the System had indeed been…
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5.5 M • Ongoing
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Zhang Ningzhi froze, her face instantly turning crimson. She put down her phone and turned to bury her face on the desk. "Hahaha! I told you not to ask." Jiang Nian was a little gleeful, putting away his phone. He thought to himself that Yao Beibei's comments on Xiaohongshu basically followed community guidelines. Her real life might be bland, but it didn't stop her from being a pervert online. Sister Beibei! The last hope of the yellow race! It was late, and time slowly crept…
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5.5 M • Ongoing
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Jiang Nian patted her head, "Alright, don't be sad." "It's not your piggy bank that got smashed, boo hoo hoo!" Song Xiyun was partly crying over her piggy bank and partly because the money had been returned. No one could understand the shame she felt about poverty, like carefully offering the best piece of square cake from her home, only for it to be something used for ancestral worship on Qingming Festival. Something normally used to prop up table legs and never eaten, was politely returned…
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5.5 M • Ongoing
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Old Liu, the homeroom teacher, had a peculiar teaching style: he was especially serious about being perfunctory. He'd lecture for half an hour, then boast for ten minutes. "High school, ah, the foundation of youth is struggle. Save dating for when you get to college." Liu Liangsong grandly lectured from the podium, not forgetting to inject some motivation even while bragging. Students who originally weren't paying attention instantly perked up. Homeroom teacher teaching Chinese, don't listen,…
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5.5 M • Ongoing
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Autumn Olympics, bah, school sports meet, those are really old terms. When Jiang Nian was still a new sophomore, he had a sudden whim to participate in the sports meet. Using his body, he did a one-handed side flip to put the shot, directly breaking the men's record. Because the school's sports department hadn't clarified the rules beforehand, they didn't expect someone to exploit a loophole, and in the end, they grudgingly accepted it. While the class received bonus points, Jiang…
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5.5 M • Ongoing
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Jiang Nian only asked Xu Qianqian for one hundred yuan, explaining carefully that he would have money in two or three days. Xu Qianqian snorted, threw down a "Who cares about you?" and slammed the door shut. The next day, Jiang Nian loaded all one hundred yuan onto his meal card, as there were only two or three days left until the holiday. Besides eating, there was almost nowhere else to spend money. If he really needed to spend, a person with an estimated net worth of nearly two…
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5.5 M • Ongoing
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Before returning to the classroom from the cafeteria at noon, Jiang Nian habitually bought a bottle of drink. Feeling awkward drinking alone, he bought a box of fruit milk for Li Qingrong. That's right, the versatile fruit milk. This item generally doesn't go wrong when given to girls. If it does, then pretend I didn't say anything. Li Qingrong looked at the campus scumbag's signature item handed to her, her eyes slightly lowered. "Thank you." "Mm, no problem." Jiang…
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5.5 M • Ongoing
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Jiang Nian felt a bit awkward; he had just told Li Qingrong that he didn't like playing on his phone. The next second, his phone rang in his pocket. “Actually, I’m using my phone critically.” Li Qingrong turned her face away, but her slightly trembling shoulders betrayed her. Isn't your laughter threshold that low, Class Monitor? You don't mind if I sell this secret to others, do you? Jiang Nian turned his head, trying to distract himself, looking towards the basketball…
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5.5 M • Ongoing
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The afternoon sun was just right, and there was no sister upstairs. The classes on the fourth floor were all in session, making the corridor seem empty. A set of tables and chairs was placed at the entrance of each classroom, commonly known as the special seats for evening self-study tutoring. These were generally used for students with good grades but severe subject imbalances to catch up during evening self-study. Jiang Nian held his breath, walking past other classrooms with a straight…
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5.5 M • Ongoing
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