Chapter 294 is acceptable.

Li Qingrong turned her head and glanced at Jiang Nian, who was leaving through the front door of the classroom, and couldn’t help but lower her eyes.

Just now, he seemed to be coming over.

Nie Qiqi was already almost burrowing into Li Qingrong’s arms, a clever smile on her face.

“Class~ President~~~, I’m so cold.”

Before she could finish her whining, her collar was pinched by Cai Xiaoqing, who then yanked her aside.

“If you’re cold, go get cremated; it’s warm in the furnace.”

Nie Qiqi was furious; her plan to get close to the Class President had failed again, and it was all Cai Xiaoqing’s fault!

“How can your 37-degree mouth say such cold words?”

Cai Xiaoqing froze for a moment, then turned and countered.

“How dare you assume my mouth temperature is 37 degrees? Oral temperature rises one degree at noon, so it should be 38 degrees.”

Nie Qiqi fell into a daze, instantly losing all her tactics.

Damn it!

Where did Xiaoqing learn this? Her mouth is getting more and more venomous.

Jiang Nian left the classroom and went downstairs directly to the cafeteria.

He thought to himself, it’s so inconvenient being far apart; when will Sunday finally come?! He and Class President Li Qingrong were separated by such a great distance.

Forget it, he’d call her whatever he wanted.

He was used to calling her Class President, and suddenly changing the address felt very awkward, and the new address hadn’t been decided yet.

Forget it, let’s eat first.

The afternoon passed quickly.

Jiang Nian was lie on his desk; the people around him had already gone to eat. He remained in the classroom, diligently observing Li Qingrong in the front row.

Nie Qiqi and the others weren’t there; they had just gone to the restroom together.

OK.

It seemed the Class President wasn’t planning to leave so soon either.

Everything was normal.

Jiang Nian got up from his seat, having learned from his failure at noon, and without any hesitation, he directly ran to the seat next to Li Qingrong and sat down.

The moment he sat down, he turned and smiled at the Class President, almost subconsciously about to call her Class President.

The good news was he caught himself in time.

The bad news was, Li Qingrong turned her head curiously at the sound, her gaze resting on his face.

So to avoid awkwardness, he had to say something now.

“Ahem, that, last night.”

Li Qingrong turned her head back and started writing her homework.

Jiang Nian: “???”

No, why the sudden silent treatment?

Even if the Class President wore black stockings and stepped on him a few times, it wouldn’t be as impactful as this silent treatment; even a super villain couldn’t stand silent treatment.

Because Li Qingrong suddenly started earnestly doing her problems, Jiang Nian completely lost his target for conversation.

After a period of silence, he decided it was best to talk another time.

It was too damn awkward.

“Ahem, I’m going to eat now.” Jiang Nian shifted his seat, about to get up, and added, “You shouldn’t write anymore either, eat early.”

As soon as he left his seat, he suddenly couldn’t get up again.

Of course, it wasn’t because he had indulged in a wild night alone and weakened his legs.

Jiang Nian was quite surprised and turned to look at the external force preventing him from getting up. More precisely, it was the corner of his clothes held by two fingers.

In the winter afternoon, it got dark early.

The dim classroom was entirely bathed in the twilight, with only a few diligent students still remaining in their seats, buried in their problems.

Therefore, this scene had no witnesses.

Li Qingrong did not turn her head, her gaze still fixed intently on the test paper. Her right hand, holding a pen, was like a straight line.

She pulled the corner of his clothes straight, applying a little bit of Qi.

Jiang Nian froze for two seconds, then, coming back to his senses, obediently sat back in his original seat.

“What’s wrong?”

He was fighting a terrible habit; he had always called her Class President. Suddenly, this term was unilaterally banned by Li Qingrong, so he had no choice but to comply.

Otherwise, what could he do?

What if the Class President retaliated terribly against him, like tricking him into her home and imprisoning him?

That would be too good, no, too terrible.

In short, since she was the Class President, he would just listen to her.

Li Qingrong seemed unsure what to say, but she was also afraid Jiang Nian would leave. So she continued to hold the corner of his jacket, with no intention of letting go.

The atmosphere, in this silence, became awkward again.

Only this time, there was one more person in the awkwardness.

Suddenly, a male student from their class entered through the front door of the classroom.

Luo Yong had been the first to run out of the classroom after school that afternoon, originally planning to rush to his rented room to have a good, satisfying sleep, but then realized he had forgotten his key.

He was already almost at the door of the house, so he could only forcefully turn back the way he came to get the key.

He climbed the stairs quickly and entered the classroom.

His first reaction was why the classroom was so dark, and why no one had turned on the lights?

These competitive people must have gone crazy from doing problems; they were too lazy to leave their seats, all expecting someone else to turn on the lights.

When his gaze swept to the row at the podium, he was stunned for a moment again.

Why were Jiang Nian and the Class President suddenly sitting together?

Their sitting posture was strange; were they holding hands under the table?

The next second, Luo Yong saw Jiang Nian very naturally place his left hand on the table. Both hands were playing with his phone, and the Class President maintained her posture.

Alright, he had overthought it.

The moment Luo Yong entered the classroom, Jiang Nian was looking down, pretending to play on his phone, but he could feel that Li Qingrong had suddenly become tense.

So much so that the Qi with which she pulled the corner of his jacket increased a bit, rather like a scene from certain movies.

After about ten seconds, Li Qingrong spoke.

“Why did you leave at noon?”

Jiang Nian was confused, “I went to eat at noon.”

Li Qingrong thought for a moment, then turned and asked.

“Weren’t you looking for me?”

Jiang Nian didn’t know why she paused for a few seconds in the middle of her sentence. The sunset glow passed through her eyelashes, and he could see the changes in emotion in Li Qingrong’s eyes.

Like a cat’s eye gem, beautiful and enchanting.

Her profile was close to honey-colored and translucent, like a thin layer of rouge.

In that instant, a thought couldn’t help but pop into Jiang Nian’s mind: she was waiting for him to explain.

He sniffed and said, “Ah.”

“Yes, but I saw it was too late, and they were looking for you to go downstairs together. So, I didn’t really have anything important to say.”

“What was it?” Li Qingrong asked, her expression serious.

Jiang Nian felt a bit strange at this moment; the surrounding light was dim. The cool-faced girl was completely bathed in the sunset, with the evening glow enveloping the classroom from all four windows.

He remembered that she used to not talk so much, even when chatting with people in front or behind her. There were only simple questions and responses like ‘mm’.

Someone in the classroom had already gotten up, the sound of desks and chairs moving, and he faintly heard a sentence.

“Damn it, turn on the light.”

He had a premonition that after the lights were on, the conversation would probably end.

Gulp.

Jiang Nian swallowed and asked.

“I’m not calling you Class President anymore, what should I call you?”

Click, the classroom lights came on, and at the same time, the Qi pulling the corner of his jacket silently disappeared.

Li Qingrong’s voice was light and airy, just enough for the two of them to hear.

“Anything is fine.”

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