Chapter 251 Why is the porridge dripping from the upper bunk?

Chen Yunyun looked puzzled, not knowing why the two suddenly became depressed at the same time.

But she didn’t think much of it, figuring, ‘Perhaps brothers are of one mind?’

They have such a good relationship.

Thinking this, she turned back and continued working on her problems.

Sun Zhicheng’s period of agony was relatively short; he had suffered too many blows in the past two months. His spirit hadn’t grown more resilient, but he had become more skilled at recovering.

Since things had come to this, he might as well get a haircut first.

He was no longer the naive boy who read “The Way of the Wolf” and “Gui Guzi”; people always grow, and a man must fight!

He couldn’t sit idly by anymore; he had to mature quickly.

It was nearing the end of evening self-study.

Yu Zhiyi was agonizing over a white form, unable to put pen to paper.

“Classmates needing psychological counseling: ( )”

They say a new official takes office with three fires, but she was just a small psychological committee member. Above her was the vice-monitor of the disciplinary committee, and even higher were the class monitor and Old Liu.

What could she decide? She was merely surviving in the cracks.

Psychological committee member? Incorrect.

High Priest of Tongtian River? Correct.

However, it was clear the school’s psychology office was also a bit muddled; how could a class only have one student with psychological issues? Class Three had many eccentrics.

But everyone was a classmate, and it wasn’t good to offend them.

Who should she choose?

Logically, psychological committee members in other classes either found volunteers or asked friends for help.

But she had only recently returned to this class, and friends…

So, it returned to the original problem.

Find someone she wasn’t afraid to offend, someone who was at least a little eccentric.

Yu Zhiyi pondered for a long time, and an annoying face floated into her mind. So, she simply waited until after evening self-study and immediately stopped Jiang Nian.

“Jiang Nian, the psychology office needs one person from each class.”

“And then?” He looked slightly surprised.

“I chose you.”

Jiang Nian was busy going home and didn’t have time to argue with her. He figured, if he was put forward, he was put forward. At most, he’d go and pretend to have depression and get to play with some equipment.

“Alright, whatever.”

Yu Zhiyi was quite nervous at first, afraid Jiang Nian would suddenly change his expression. Some people usually chatted and laughed, but then would unexpectedly flip out and get emotional.

Jiang Nian remained the same, not even lowering his gaze.

A thief doesn’t leave empty-handed, right?

But she didn’t care; she had nothing to lose. And the problem of the recommendation list was solved, which made her a little happy.

As she was feeling pleased, she was suddenly bumped by someone.

The culprit, as if possessed by a zombie, stumbled towards the classroom door, looking like he was about to eat a classmate, fearing he’d be a second too late to leave the classroom.

“Lin Dong, are you sick?!”

“Urgent need to pee.”

Lin Dong had already disappeared outside the classroom door.

“Jiang Nian, do you think our school has a school bully?”

“Although Zhennan Middle School is trash, it’s still a key county school.” He looked at Xu Qianqian with slight surprise, “Why do you ask? Did something happen?”

The small county’s educational resources were backward, but the advantage was that it filtered very cleanly.

The total score for the local Zhennan high school entrance exam was 845; if you scored 500, you definitely couldn’t get into high school. Although vocational schools weren’t worse than high schools, a newly paved road was smooth, without pebbles.

All in all, Emperor Qianqian’s question wasn’t very insightful.

He didn’t know if others had seen a school bully, but Jiang Nian hadn’t seen anyone who could be called a school bully since he entered high school.

Zhang Xiaofan?

He was, at most, a school team member, a school bully my ass.

“No, it was just a spur-of-the-moment question.” Xu Qianqian shook her head; she had only heard classmates’ stories during evening self-study and found them absurd.

“That’s easy, give me your phone.” Jiang Nian held out his hand.

Under the streetlamp, their shadows slanted together.

“Hmph, I can’t be bothered with you.” Xu Qianqian tightened her backpack strap, then suddenly asked, “Hey, the Second Middle School before…”

“Just don’t ask about it; it’s a slippery slope you can’t even touch,” Jiang Nian interrupted. “Why are you so sentimental late at night? Can’t you talk about something more uplifting?”

Hearing this, Xu Qianqian didn’t dwell on it too much, shook her head, and cheered up.

“You’re right, I’ll just ignore those things.”

After saying that, she suddenly felt a sense of relief and asked casually.

“Hey, then what do you scroll through on Douyin?”

Hearing this, Jiang Nian’s eyelid twitched. He coughed and calmly said.

“Oh, some news and current affairs, and high school practice questions and such. It’s pretty boring anyway; I don’t really like to scroll through it much.”

“Is that so? Let me see.”

“What kind of rude request is that? How could I possibly give it to you?” Jiang Nian said righteously, “This has nothing to do with the phone; do you know what citizen privacy is?”

Xu Qianqian glanced at him with a look reserved for trash.

Jiang Nian became even more excited, “Say it.”

“Pervert.”

He felt comfortable.

He used to get angry hearing that word, but now that he was older, it only felt good.

Perhaps this was what they called growth.

North District Dorms.

Lin Dong took a bite of fish cake and said to the others.

“Before, my kindergarten teacher said I was narrow-minded, damn it. I still remember the tone in her voice when she said it, really damn it!”

“How could I be narrow-minded? Pure nonsense. I’ll go back and beat up her son during the New Year.”

Wu Jun Gu turned to look at Zeng You, and the two exchanged glances.

“Good! Let’s do it!” his roommate shouted!

Their instant noodles were gathered on a table. Honest Luo Zhongping had initially said he didn’t want to eat, but Lin Dong forcibly arranged a bowl for him, and now everyone in the dorm was eating instant noodles.

“Come on! Pour hot water, pour hot water.” Lin Dong called out, pulling out his phone to record. “Brothers, all smile, our dorm’s first instant noodle meeting.”

The picture froze, a cloud of white steam.

Half past eleven.

Jiang Nian scrolled through the group chat messages and saw Lin Dong’s photo of the dorm’s collective instant noodles.

How did he see it? He saw it lying on his bed after showering.

He wondered if Xu Qianqian had showered yet; he couldn’t extend this topic any further.

The internet says people aren’t interested in childhood sweethearts, but that’s purely because the other person isn’t pretty. A truly capable childhood sweetheart can make a person more excited every day.

Of course, truly off-putting people will always be off-putting.

He sent Xu Qianqian a WeChat message, a few teasing emojis.

“Are you there?”

Xu Qianqian replied after half a minute, “?”

Jiang Nian asked, “What should I do if I can’t sleep?”

He even added a squirming Dragon image, which looked rather mischievous.

Xu Qianqian quickly replied, “Solve it yourself.”

“Huh?” Jiang Nian read the sentence three times, making sure Xu Qianqian was probably unintentional.

Like all normal soft and delicate girls, she basically didn’t touch dirty jokes.

At least not openly; whether she learned them in private was unknown.

“How do I solve it?” he asked.

“How would I know? Try holding your breath for ten minutes.”

“Wouldn’t that kill me?”

Jiang Nian held his breath while scrolling through the group chat.

In the class group without the class monitor and Old Liu, messages quickly accumulated to 99+.

At this hour, few people were actually sleeping; everyone was showing off their late-night snacks.

Third-year students had high energy consumption, and evening self-study ended late.

Thus, late-night snack culture was prevalent.

Yang Qiming was indeed truly in love with Lin Dong, immediately showing off his late-night snack.

A plate of stir-fried rice noodles, plus a fried egg, tofu, and a drink.

Lin Dong: “Cousin, you’re a big spender.”

Yang Qiming, hearing this, was greatly pleased, his heart filled with pride.

“(Grinning) Not bad, I have money left over after being single. From now on, I won’t spend money on women; I’ll spend it all on my brothers!”

Li Hua: “Really?”

Ma Guojun threw a picture of a youthful beauty into the group, along with a QQ number, with the last digit replaced by an asterisk.

Instantly, everyone in the class noticed Yang Qiming had gone quiet.

Lin Dong @ Yang Qiming, “Cousin, what are you doing?”

Huang Cailang, always Yang Qiming’s lackey, proactively @ Ma Guojun and politely asked.

“Is the QQ number real? Brother Yang tried every single digit and couldn’t succeed.”

Ma Guojun: “Maybe the account was hacked.”

Huang Cailang: “Oh, I see. Then I’ll advise Brother Yang not to add it.”

Jiang Nian scrolled through each message, laughing so hard he broke his concentration and failed to hold his breath.

Class Three truly had a gathering of talents, appealing to all ages, even a dog would have some fun.

You could be lifeless, but you couldn’t be without fun.

In boys’ dorm 513, Yang Qiming saw the group chat messages and almost fainted from anger.

“Cailang, you…”

“Huh?” Huang Cailang looked up.

“Never mind, never mind, I just found a girl.” Yang Qiming waved his hand, stood up to leave. “Just added her, going to try a voice call first.”

“Brother, but your rice noodles will get cold.” Huang Cailang worried for him.

“Not eating, I don’t have much of an appetite.” Yang Qiming waved his hand hurriedly; love soothed the heart more than food. “I barely ate anything, if you can finish it, it’s yours.”

“It’s all mine?” Huang Cailang was a little bewildered.

In fact, Brother Yang had eaten almost nothing. He only ate one tea egg and stopped, and only took one sip of cola, which he poured into a cup to drink.

Following Brother Yang, he’d gain nine pounds in three days!

In the group, Chen Yunyun showed off her late-night snack.

A bowl of soba noodles.

The picture instantly ignited the group’s chat enthusiasm.

Lin Dong: “What kind of noodles are these? They’re all black.”

Huang Hou Yaobeibei appeared, “Soba noodles, for weight loss, they’re too disgusting.”

Sun Zhicheng popped out, with an anime avatar wearing a hooded cloak.

“Why buy them if they’re disgusting?”

Nie Qiqi (Doesn’t Eat Cilantro): “Duh, if they’re disgusting, you eat less!”

Wang Yuhe sent a picture of a small, packaged bag of chicken breast.

“(Bitterly) First time I’m not interested in meat.”

As the two entered, several girls in the class immediately became lively. They started discussing Secret Manual for weight loss, then praised each other.

Jiang Nian typed and entered, “Do you eat diet meals before or after regular meals?”

Zhang Ningzhi answered seriously, “They are the main meal.”

The next day, after waking up.

Jiang Nian only then remembered that he forgot to switch to his alt account to check Zhou Yuting and Jenny Turtle’s messages; it was all because the group chat was too lively.

He brushed his teeth while browsing their messages, simultaneously pondering his next move. For now, he would continue to play along; it wasn’t time to reel them in so quickly.

After washing up, Jiang Nian hurried to school.

Looking up, before him was the silent third-year building; he had woken up too early.

Thump-thump, Jiang Nian’s solitary footsteps echoed on the stairs.

Passing by the Academic Affairs Office, Jiang Nian, using his stealthy movements, secretly took a photo of the suggestion box. Then, he overexposed it and sent it to the two of them.

During morning reading, Lin Dong left his seat to chat with Jiang Nian.

“Last night, while I was sleeping, the porridge from the top bunk dripped onto my bedside.”

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