Late at night.
Jiang Nian was walking ho alone, looking down at his phone, which displayed a list of errands.
"You guys finish evening classes this early?"
"Yeah!"
The small window on the phone had a video call going on. Qianqian was lounging on the sofa, leisurely eating grapes.
"The head teacher also said he'd give us two PE classes a week."
"Really?" Jiang Nian was exhausted and genuinely envious, "Your new head teacher has that much power?"
Song Xiyun had just finished blow-drying her hair and appeared in the corner of the screen. She didn't show her face, seemingly just curious.
She flickered on screen and then disappeared.
At the end of the long street, under the streetlight, Jiang Nian turned a corner, listening to Qianqian's crisp voice from the phone.
"I heard it's part of the education reform, but nothing much has changed."
"It's indeed not that easy to change."
"Let's not talk about this. Hey," Qianqian asked, "Where are you now? Can you bring a bottle of Coke?"
"Oh."
After a while, there was a knock on the door.
"Coming."
Song Xiyun tiptoed to the door quietly.
"Where is she?"
Jiang Nian, carrying a bag of items bought according to the list. Coke, snacks, even nstrual pads.
"Seriously, asking to buy everything."
Hearing this, Song Xiyun's ears reddened. She silently took the nstrual pads and whispered.
"They're mine."
Jiang Nian: "..."
He thought, what's the deal with this, Xiao Song is much more sensitive. But she didn't run off, which ans there's room for negotiation.
"Ahem, I ant the Coke. It's too much, Qianqian is crazy, drinking it so late at night....."
As soon as he said that, Song Xiyun picked up the Coke again. Her face flushed, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito's.
"Sorry."
Jiang Nian was utterly embarrassed, having just been relieved at his quick thinking, he now realized it backfired completely.
"I..."
Seeing that Qianqian wasn't in the living room, he decided to go for it. He reached out and ruffled her hair gently, speaking softly.
"Don't overthink it."
Saying that, he carried a bag of heavy items like laundry detergent. He stepped sideways into the living room to call Qianqian out.
When the two t, there wasn't much pleasant talk either. After a few words, they started bickering again.
On the sofa, each occupied a side.
Qianqian got a bit tired from arguing, slouched for a while, then suddenly thought of sothing, turned over and asked.
"By the way, I want to ask you sothing."
"Hmm." Jiang Nian leaned on the sofa, eyes on his phone, sowhat absent-minded, "Ask away."
"Do you think your class president is pretty?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian didn't even glance away.
"Pretty, haven't you seen her? We're on good terms, want to bring her out to et you?"
"Nonsense." Qianqian rolled her eyes, "I have nothing to do with your class president, why et her?"
"Beauty appreciates beauty."
"Tch!"
Qianqian thought about it, "Last ti she didn't even answer your call, and you say you're on good terms?"
"That was an accident, we had a disagreent." Jiang Nian didn't lift his eyelids, explaining while playing on his phone, "If I call now, she'd probably answer."
"Should I call?" he waved the phone, showing it was dialing,"You can talk to her later."
Qianqian imdiately gasped, her fair foot kicked over.
"Are you crazy!"
Jiang Nian hung up the call, which was to Li Hua. His mind was clear; he couldn't tread on thin ice again.
When one gets carried away, things tend to go wrong.
"Alright, I didn't call."
He tossed the phone, grabbed Qianqian's small calf in passing. He gently squeezed it; it felt soft.
Qianqian's face imdiately turned red, and she kicked him again.
"Jiang! You bastard!"
.....
The next day.
First and second period in the morning was Chinese class. Old Liu didn't need to use bandages anymore, likely because it was inconvenient for work.
"Hmm?" Zeng You looked up, sowhat curious, "Do you guys think Old Liu has recovered?"
"Recovered my ass, it takes ages for ligants to heal." Li Hua said, "Probably tired of showing off."
Zeng You stroked his chin, "Didn't expect Old Liu... to be quite concerned about his image."
Jiang Nian listened to their discussion, turned his head and smiled mysteriously, "In a couple of weeks, Old Liu will have to cosplay again."
After a bit more discussion, they lost interest.
"Chinese class isn't bad."
"Yeah, gotta listen."
Old Liu actually taught quite well, with rhythm and emphasis. In the core twenty minutes, it was basically all crucial content.
Otherwise, the class couldn't possibly produce a few students with scores over 120 in Chinese.
Although the content was good, it didn't at all prevent Jiang Nian from zoning out during class and doing other assignnts on the side.
If he was too fed up with the classroom, he would deliberately co to class ten minutes late.
During the big break, Jiang Nian stood in the corridor, enjoying the wind.
Yu Zhiyi walked over, greeted him, "Why do you look like you're in a bad mood again?"
"Does my mood show on my face?"
"Nope." She shrugged, nonchalant, "Just a feeling, just assu I'm talking nonsense."
Jiang Nian choked on his words; he did feel indifferent though. But rushing things isn't an option, the more pressing the situation, the calr he needs to stay.
"Your intuition is pretty spot on then."
Hearing this, Yu Zhiyi seed a little pleased.
"So, I was right?"
Damn, stupid woman enjoying others' misfortune?
"Yeah." Jiang Nian wasn't in the mood to spar with Yu Zhiyi, spoke desolately, "You're really sothing."
"Hell, you're so accurate at reading people, I should give you an award next ti."
Yu Zhiyi also sensed the tension in his tone, but just rolled her eyes, not even bothering to counter.
"What's there to be troubled about?"
Jiang Nian turned, stared at her for a good while. It made Yu Zhiyi a bit uneasy, and she subconsciously shrank her neck.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing, so people with scores below 600 have no worries?" he lowered his gaze a bit, then leisurely walked away.
Yu Zhiyi: "???
Why suddenly attack my scores out of nowhere; this guy is... really nasty!
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