Chapter 178: What Did You See in My Eyes?

Jiang Nian continued brushing his teeth, nonchalantly closing the panel.

It’s reasonable for a 38-year-old mid-tier player to have better physical health, and to be rewarded with a precise small skill after a game. But I’m already shooting very accurately.

Of course, he wasn’t too fond of money; a precise skill was good too. But if he could get some money, the reward would be even more boundless.

Alright, he actually just wanted to make some money.

Arriving early at the classroom, Jiang Nian napped at his desk; getting up too early made him a bit sleepy. Although there were ways to instantly wake up, there was no need to use a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

More importantly, he enjoyed the feeling of sleeping in the classroom.

On the surface, he pretended to be a study maniac to mess with his classmates’ minds, but secretly, he was resting. If anyone dared to wake him up, he would let the class know what a true lazy dog was.

After only a few minutes of sleep, the rebellious Li Hua arrived.

“So thirsty.”

Li Hua had just finished his steamed buns and didn’t want to buy the 2.5 yuan yogurt drink from the breakfast stall.

There was a 2 yuan one at the convenience store next door, yet they dared to charge 0.5 yuan more. How outrageous! How much did it cost them wholesale? They’d get it even cheaper for leftover stock.

The boss is so good at making money, trying to take all of Location’s money, right?

That red stone thing!

He held out all the way to the convenience store entrance, then he had another flash of inspiration.

There was a water dispenser in the classroom; a bottle of water only cost one dime with a card. Since he had already walked to the convenience store, he might as well just go to the classroom to get water, saving two yuan.

Li Hua was still rummaging for his water card when he inadvertently glanced over. Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine, feeling as if he was being stared at by a sinister gaze.

“What the heck?”

He looked closely and saw Jiang Nian lie at his desk. An eye peeked out from his arm, leering at him from an extremely cunning and hidden angle.

Stare—

“You scared me!” Li Hua found his water card. “What are you doing?”

Jiang Nian didn’t get up, still lying on the desk with one eye exposed.

“Activating my Sharingan to leer at you.”

Suddenly, a slightly bewildered face appeared in Jiang Nian’s single eye.

“What is Sharingan?”

Zhang Ningzhi had arrived at some point, probably through the back door of the classroom.

From three meters away, she saw two boys doing some incomprehensible, childish nonsense.

“Nothing.” Jiang Nian was slightly embarrassed, clearing his throat and saying, “It’s just a type of eye technique that represents friendship. Yes, that’s right, exactly.”

Li Hua couldn’t hold back. You’re saying a clan-destroying eye technique represents friendship?

“You’re really something else, Nian.”

With that, he shook his head and went to get water.

Jiang Nian scoffed, not caring about the rebellious Li Hua’s mockery.

Laugh all you want, this damn kid, I’ll punch a hole in his water card someday and he’ll behave.

“I want to come in,” Zhang Ningzhi said to Jiang Nian, who was lie.

Hearing that, Jiang Nian squirmed a few times.

“Come in.”

Zhang Ningzhi brushed past Jiang Nian’s back, stepping over to her seat. After putting down her backpack, she started taking out books one by one, though she had only worked on one of them.

After a night, her mood was still as joyful as a bird.

Jiang Nian was still lying there being a lazy dog. How many points did he need to score in studies to be considered high?

Senior Three couldn’t always be so tense; it was a long battle, and fatigue was inevitable over time. It was better to lie on the desk for a bit, enjoying every second of comfort.

Suddenly, his arm was nudged by something, followed by the sound of a drink box sliding on the desk.

He sat up and changed the direction he was lying, facing Zhang Ningzhi who was sitting against the wall. Sure enough, it was a box of lemon tea, placed on the edge of his desk.

Zhang Ningzhi also looked at him, seemingly hesitant, then leaned closer and asked.

“In my eyes… what did you see?”

She wanted to say Sharingan, but she didn’t remember it when Jiang Nian said it earlier. She only knew it was something representing friendship, an eye technique or something.

Jiang Nian paused; her eyes were perhaps a lake shrouded in fine mist.

“I saw that you also wanted a sip of the drink.”

Hearing that, Zhang Ningzhi frowned, not getting the answer she wanted.

“Wrong!”

With that, she turned away, pouting.

Jiang Nian, you big dummy!

Hearing that, Jiang Nian merely propped his head with his hand, idly watching Zhizhi Pout. After staring at her for a while, he couldn’t help but chuckle, guessing she was cursing him.

However, Zhizhi’s vocabulary for cursing only consisted of adorable words like’silly’ and ‘dummy’.

It wasn’t like this before; one can only say that times are changing too fast. So now he only uses “stupid ass,” which has the same attacking power as always, one word is worth six.

During morning self-study.

Yao Beibei came by and gave everyone a snowflake crisp.

“Beibei is such a good person!” Jiang Nian tore open the packaging, exclaiming.

Li Hua was suspicious and retorted.

“You said the other day…”

“Hey, don’t spread rumors.” Jiang Nian quickly squatted down, untied Li Hua’s shoelace, then sat down directly, his foot diagonally under Zhang Ningzhi’s desk.

Li Hua froze for a moment, then looked down.

“What the heck. Are you sick?”

“Hahaha, I’m dying of laughter.” Ma Guojun pointed, immensely amused, “Damn it, two idiots.”

“Laugh at what?” Li Hua squatted to tie his shoelace, and across the aisle, he casually pulled the fat baby’s shoelace.

“What the heck, Li Hua!”

After morning self-study.

Yu Tongjie suddenly realized something: his grades weren’t good enough, so he couldn’t apply to switch groups. So why not think in reverse and have someone else switch with him?

Li Qingrong’s group had four boys; he just needed to win over one of them.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but be overjoyed.

Indeed, compared to scoring over six hundred points himself, then proposing a group change to Old Liu for study purposes, entering Li Qingrong’s group with glory.

This reverse group-switching operation seemed a bit despicable.

But as long as it worked, he didn’t care.

He would bear all the infamy!

Since the plan was set, the next step was to select a target, and he would probe again during today’s physical education class.

Yu Tongjie’s strategy was simple and unadorned: throw money!

Like the ambitious Squirtle, Sun Zhicheng was also looking forward to physical education class.

But he wasn’t as shortsighted as Yu Tongjie, only staring at one or two girls. He went home last night, thought the whole thing through, and immediately understood.

What was losing face? He had already seen through it.

Besides, last night was just a small farce. Ultimately, his true thoughts weren’t exposed, so he was still lucky.

If people knew that his usually distinctive personality hid such a cold side.

Once the devil of his inner darkness was unleashed, it would surely scare everyone.

During evening self-study, he suddenly realized that love couldn’t be waited for. Chen Yunyun wouldn’t see his efforts, and blindly waiting would only move himself.

Sun Zhicheng decided to change himself. Flowers bloom to attract butterflies; he would no longer wait blindly.

Yesterday was the pre-war mobilization; the change starts today!

First, he would boost his charm, which, in common parlance, meant showing off.

He couldn’t help but recall Jiang Nian and the Class Monitor playing badminton downstairs last month. At that time, over twenty people were watching, both upstairs and downstairs.

Even the grade-level director was drawn over, which made one’s blood boil.

So, he thought of finding a Breakthrough in sports. Badminton certainly wouldn’t make a name for him, so he decided to try basketball, which he was good at.

Ring, ring, ring, the bell for the first class of the morning, 8 AM, rang.

Lin Dong slowly woke up. In just five minutes, he had a nightmare.

In the dream, he was surrounded by five black, towering figures. Out of fear, he ran wildly, adrenaline giving him strength, and he forcefully broke out of the encirclement.

In a place resembling an alley, he darted left and right.

He accidentally pushed open a door, which turned out to be the rooftop of the dormitory building. Under the moonlight, several big men unzipped their pants, and Lin Dong’s scalp immediately tingled as he fled in panic.

“Brother Dong, Brother Dong~” Sun Zhicheng nudged the bewildered Lin Dong.

“Ah? Wh-what?” Lin Dong snapped out of his daze, feeling good to be alive. “A-Cheng, what did you just say?”

“How do you think I play basketball?” Sun Zhicheng asked seriously.

Lin Dong, still groggy, replied.

“You’re good.”

Two classes passed in a flash, and the music for the exercise run began.

Everyone in the class was heading downstairs for the exercise run. Liu Yang, the Sports Committee member, was carrying the flag and about to leave. He habitually turned to look at the class and was stunned.

“What are you three doing?”

Ma Guojun, Li Hua, and Jiang Nian stood in a row, motionless. As if rooted to their seats, they showed no intention of getting up for the exercise run.

“Baby, don’t force it,” Jiang Nian said, persuading, “You haven’t peed for two classes, it must be really hard to hold it in, right?”

Li Hua was unmoved and said to Ma Guojun.

“Old Ma, you go first.”

“Get lost, you two shoelace-pulling creeps.” Ma Guojun placed both hands horizontally on the desk, continuing to endure, “I’d rather miss the run than be the first to get up.”

Liu Yang: “…”

During the long break in autumn, sunlight slanted into the classroom’s podium.

Sports Committee member Liu Yang held the red class flag, which hung down. He leaned by the door, somewhat speechless, watching them. He was anxious to go downstairs to organize the exercise run, but also wanted to see who would get up first.

Six minutes later, in the empty Senior Three Building.

In the wide-open space bathed in sunlight, four people dashed wildly towards the sports field like unleashed wild dogs, Liu Yang clutching the class flag, shouting frantically with an anxious face.

“Oh no, oh no! I forgot I was carrying the flag!”

“Calm down, the Homeroom Teacher isn’t here,” Jiang Nian said while running. “It’s no big deal if we get caught, you’re the Sports Committee member anyway.”

“Thank you, my corpse is a little warmer now,” Liu Yang said, defeated.

Li Hua was running the most vigorously, intending to be the first to enter the sports field. He saw the Homeroom Teacher from afar, immediately swore, and quickly turned towards another gate.

That place was guarded by the student council, just a bunch of nobodies.

“Move aside!! Someone’s dead!” Li Hua took the lead, directly smashing through a gap.

Liu Yang followed closely, “I forgot the class flag.”

Jiang Nian: “Don’t block our Class Four’s way.”

Ma Guojun squeezed past, “I don’t know the three Class Four guys in front.”

“Class Three points deducted, no class flag, two absent from run.” Old Liu, on the sports field, looked at the announcement on his phone with a puzzled expression. “Isn’t Liu Yang in charge of the class flag?”

Five meters away, a middle-aged woman also took out her phone to check the announcement.

“Class Four, two absent from run, clashed with student council cadres? Forcibly…” The middle-aged woman read the first line of the announcement, and her face immediately darkened.