"Hahaha, Chen Yunyun, you got what’s coming to you today."
"It’s not... Don’t talk nonsense," Chen Yunyun was speechless. She went back to her seat, picked up the charger, and went to the podium to charge her phone. "Hey, whose phone is fully charged?"
She swiftly changed the subject to avoid Luo Yong making jokes about her "guilty conscience" with his rogue remarks.
"Mine," a girl in the classroom responded.
"I’ll just unplug it, okay?"
"Sure."
This trick worked well, quickly cutting off the topic, and she talked to soone else. Luo Yong, that little rascal... never mind, we’re all classmates.
Luo Yong, that la guy, couldn’t find a chance to attack her.
She didn’t feel embarrassed about being pushed away, Jiang Nian was just like that. He treated everyone equally, but she wasn’t going to waste ti explaining to Luo Yong.
After charging, Chen Yunyun returned to the window and found Jiang Nian still working on the biology paper. She couldn’t help but mutter, "Why is he obsessed with math and now biology?"
"Hey, what’s the na of your gym?"
"I forgot, let have a look." Jiang Nian said, but kept looking at the test paper, "Testing on genetic mapping, swapping the kids... What the heck, Chen Hansheng!"
"Let see." Chen Yunyun leaned over, "Huh, how co I haven’t seen this test paper before?"
"Got it from playing Identity V."
Chen Yunyun: "..."
Eventually, she got the answer from Jiang Nian. Although she knew he wasn’t going, she was still quite happy. Tomorrow afternoon she could hang out with Wang Yuhe.
"By the way, rember you also have to do the biology workbook assignnt," she reminded him before leaving, "and the small physics workbook too. I see you have both buried at the bottom."
"OK."
Jiang Nian didn’t even lift his head, continuing with his papers all afternoon.
Luckily, there was a Chinese class in the afternoon, and he hurriedly finished all his test papers. By five o’clock, during the last small study session, he stretched lazily.
After resting a few minutes, Jiang Nian turned to ask Zhang Ningzhi.
"Do you have any extra hairbands for tying hair?"
Zhang Ningzhi had been busy all afternoon, either attending class or sleeping. She was now diligently doing howork, and was montarily stunned when she heard his request.
"Ah, yes, are you going to tie sothing up?"
"No, just want to play."
"Play?" Zhang Ningzhi was puzzled but still took a black hairband from her drawer and handed it to him.
Soon, she understood what Jiang Nian ant by "play."
Snap, a crisp sound echoed.
"Ah!!!" Li Hua imdiately let out a sharp yelp, gasping while shouting, "My turn now, jerk!"
Snap! Followed by the sound of Jiang Nian sharply inhaling in pain.
The two were playing rock-paper-scissors, and the loser would have the hairband snapped onto their wrist while the other person pulled it hard and let go, resulting in a snapping sound.
Zhang Ningzhi: "...."
Li Hua was in agony, and after learning the ga, went and found Ma Guojun.
When Zhang Ningzhi returned in the afternoon, she found five or six boys playing the hairband ga while flicking fingers. The bands were even thicker, with Ma Guojun holding a tourniquet usually used for injections.
She was amazed, Jiang Nian was having the most fun in there.
Have they gone mad with learning?
During evening self-study, Qianbao couldn’t take it anymore.
"It’s fall already, why are your class still slapping mosquitoes?"
Upon hearing this, the continuous slapping sounds stopped.
After a while, another snapping sound rang out, followed by deep hissing. The sound couldn’t be suppressed, as if it ca from the soul.
Qianbao was at her wit’s end, "Stand up! Who in the class is still eating spicy sticks?"
A boy stood up awkwardly, his face flushed, which made it even more obvious that he was hiding sothing.
"Teacher, I wasn’t eating spicy sticks."
"You say you weren’t eating but want to confiscate it..." Qianbao walked over to the boy and saw the red marks and hairbands on his wrist, then noticed another boy’s nervous deanor.
"Oh..."
Qianbao blushed, covered her mouth giggling, acting as if, "You guys..."
In the distance, Jiang Nian couldn’t help but shake his head.
Tsk tsk, Jinjiang’s old habits.
Seeing romance everywhere.
Then he pulled out the tourniquet Ma Guojun brought from his drawer, smiling. His movents caught Li Hua’s attention beside him, who suddenly changed his expression.
His hand had already started to hurt.
After the second evening self-study, the classroom was brightly lit.
Li Qingrong was doing her problems when suddenly she rembered sothing. She lowered her gaze for a mont and tapped the back of the boy sitting in front of her.
He looked back, puzzled, "What’s up?"
Team mbers never addressed her as class monitor, maybe it’s the distance that brought beauty. Even though they weren’t as face-blind as Dongzi, their mindsets had already leveled off.
The class monitor is so pretty!
Yeah, she really is!
And she’s your team leader too!
Oh.
Li Qingrong said, "Next week, when we change seats, I want to switch with you."
Crack!
Li Qingrong’s desk mate, a soft and gentle girl, snapped her 2B pencil, along with her heart breaking, wondering if she was being abandoned by the class monitor?
Boohoo, might as well die.
The boy felt sowhat happy, even though he wouldn’t end up sitting with the class monitor. But... if after the change he wound up with a girl desk mate, that would be just fine.
"Why?"
"Because..." Li Qingrong had no expression on her face and was about to say sothing when her arm was suddenly embraced.
Her desk mate Nie Qiqi whimpered, "I’m sorry, leader, I’ll change."
Cai Xiaoqing, the disciplinary committee mber, walked over and pulled Nie Qiqi’s arm away.
"Don’t take advantage, you little vixen."
"Hmph, mind your own business! I will so take advantage," Nie Qiqi stuck her tongue out and returned to whining in that coy way, "Leader, please forgive ."
"Don’t switch seats, I’ll do anything."
With them making such a fuss, Li Qingrong didn’t have to give a reason anyway. The boy from her team had only asked casually, not really caring about the answer.
The bell rang, and Cai Xiaoqing returned to her seat.
She was curious about why the class monitor suddenly wanted a seat change, then suddenly heard her own group talking about switching seats, but it’s only Saturday!
How synchronised are they?
Monday seat switch, Li Qingrong’s seat was in the first large group, third row middle. In front was... soone from the sixth small group, coming to fill a seat from the third large group.
The sixth small group, second row.
Zhang Ningzhi, Jiang Nian, Li Hua...
Huh? Jiang Nian?
Cai Xiaoqing was stunned for a mont, could Li Qingrong want to switch seats because of Jiang Nian? They seemingly didn’t have much interaction, except they did play badminton once.
They had montary interaction during the sports day, but for the 3,000 ters run, Jiang Nian took a leave and didn’t watch Li Qingrong’s 3,000 ters run.
Not loyal at all!
Bah, he doesn’t deserve loyalty anyway.
All in all, it’s unlikely. Even if it were, sports like badminton are notoriously competitive and more likely to foster rivalries, not feelings.
Wanting to smack the hit in each other’s faces.
But Li Qingrong is usually too slow to hold a grudge that long.
Having ruled out all possibilities, Cai Xiaoqing was left bewildered.
After the evening self-study ended.
Jiang Nian was exhausted, finding no satisfaction in finishing all the problems, except a slight sense of fulfillnt and the slowly progressing problem-solving skills.
And Zhang Ningzhi’s concern, what else was there?
No studying tomorrow afternoon!
Just as he was about to say goodbye and leave, Zhang Ningzhi suddenly lowered her voice and spoke first.
"Tomorrow noon when school ends... wait for a bit."
Oh right, Sunday afternoon is a day off.
A date, oh joy.
Actually, it’s not really a date, just freeloading a al. He had no idea what happened to the matchmaking he tried for Zhou Yuting; who knows if Zhou and Qian are now blissfully together?
Lock them together, I suggest!
"Sure, sigh... this school, forcing extra classes on Sundays for seniors." Jiang Nian complained, then skillfully added, "I’m leaving then, goodnight."
Zhang Ningzhi blinked and raised the corner of her mouth, waving goodbye.
"Okie, goodnight."
This feeling of saying goodnight in the classroom after evening self-study was quite peculiar, a bit like not-so-familiar couples trying things out before entering their separate rooms at night.
Heehee, love after marriage.
Chi Shi! You’re Jinjiang too!
Here’s a punch for you!
Jiang Nian slipped away and didn’t think about the lunch date after leaving the classroom. He treated it as an ordinary al, more excited instead about what dish he could eat tomorrow.
In senior year, it’s nothing but pure exhaustion, pure hunger, drooling like a dog.
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