Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance Chapter 195 - 165: In the Ringtone, Hot Breath

The bell rang, marking the end of the first evening self-study session.

Li Hua couldn’t wait any longer and stood up, eager to see how far the report cards had been passed. He didn’t want to hog it; he just wanted to make a few photocopies in the office to keep and look over slowly.

He was so anxious, he was practically spinning with anticipation.

He was dying to hug the fresh photocopy of the report card and kiss it a few tis, planning to scrutinize it for the next three evening self-study sessions. Do nothing else, just look at each of their scores.

Darn, just thinking about it feels so thrilling.

Li Hua felt stifled and shouted out.

"Who’s got the register?"

Hearing this, Jiang Nian looked over at the restless Li Hua with fish-like dead eyes. He really wished he could steal his science scores, even if it ant getting a perfect score in English wouldn’t matter.

"Li, I’ll always be watching you quietly."

In the science class, having average scores in math and physics felt really frustrating. There was a feeling of helplessness, as if one could only hide in a dark, damp corner and watch Li Hua fiercely.

"So what?" Li Hua mimicked Jiang Nian’s feigned ignorance catchphrase, tilting the corners of his mouth, "Kid, can hatred really make you stronger?"

Jiang Nian propped his head up and yawned, looking indifferent.

"If I spit on my English test paper, I can still score seventy."

"Damn, you... Li Hua almost choked on his breath; he rembered Qianbao wanted him to score ninety, "Tch, I’m not playing with you anymore."

"Hahaha." Jiang Nian grinned, showing his teeth.

Li Hua, who never learns his lesson, always loves to show off. After getting poked in his lungs, he howls again; this type of child is the kind who drools even after being cured.

After Li Hua left, Zhang Ningzhi stood up, seemingly ready to leave... So Jiang Nian scooted forward with his chair to give her so space.

Suddenly, he noticed the silence behind him, turned his head in puzzlent.

"Aren’t you going out?"

Zhang Ningzhi seed to be thinking; in the next second, her little face tightened as she earnestly spoke.

"Beibei is calling you out."

"Huh?" Jiang Nian was confused.

Oh, I see, you have a friend nad Huang Beibei, right?

The tone was like asking soone to go out for a one-on-one fight.

Of course, there was nothing wrong with a one-on-one fight, but if it could be with Zhizhi, it would be even better. After all, it’s all about promoting...no, promoting academic progress.

Jiang Nian wasn’t sure why Zhang Ningzhi was using code words, but he imdiately responded.

"Alright then, I’ll head out first."

"Okay." Zhang Ningzhi earnestly nodded, "Hurry up, Beibei said so."

Actually, there’s sothing my alter-ego son nad Li Hua would like to say... Got it.

As Jiang Nian walked out, he wondered who they were trying to keep it from. The group even needed code words; maybe it was just a simple matter needing to be discussed outside the classroom.

The group was running normally, except for Zeng You occasionally smirking while reading novels, and Wu Jungu studying intensely like the protagonist of so angsty teen literature.

The jerk Li Hua had already left; Fangfang was always quietly working on problems. Naturally, Zhizhi shouldn’t be excluded, so who was there to hide it from? Myself?

He couldn’t figure it out, so he waited at the doorway for a bit, then saw Zhang Ningzhi erging. Just as he wanted to greet her, he noticed she was walking toward the end of the corridor.

Jiang paused for a mont, then imdiately followed her.

The evening self-study break was only ten minutes, not enough ti to be honest. A third of it was already wasted, and he was very curious about what Zhizhi wanted to say.

Could it be...

No need to say it, at the hallway water cooler.

Zhang Ningzhi stood there waiting for a while, glanced back at him, then continued walking up the stairs.

Upstairs was the fifth floor, where no one knew their liberal arts class. Sotis there was no need to find a barren spot for a conversation; a place where the two weren’t known worked just as well.

In the fifth floor corridor, the two stood side by side, and half of the ten-minute break had already passed.

"Huang Beibei, what’s up?"

Zhang Ningzhi paused, her face turning red.

"I’m not."

Jiang Nian didn’t say anything like, [Then what do you want to say?] It was a bit too dull, so he changed his approach.

"Are you referring to that thing?"

Hearing this, Zhang Ningzhi blinked, surprised.

"Which thing?"

Did your mom agree to our marriage?

"So...are you going to cut off my drink supply?" Jiang Nian asked, deeply troubled, "I really need that drink, I’d do anything."

"It’s not because of that!" Zhang Ningzhi retorted, feeling her face getting hot.

Maybe I can use this to threaten him... no, I can’t do that! It’s all his fault, always saying weird things, making weird too.

"Okay, go ahead." Jiang Nian said seriously.

"It’s nothing too serious, just... so things I wanted to tell you." Instinctively, Zhang Ningzhi bit her lower lip, her face almost burning up.

Jiang Nian touched his pocket. Oh no, where’s my ID?

"Go ahead."

Zhang Ningzhi, not knowing why he suddenly seed dejected, was now extrely nervous, and could only follow the script she had ntally prepared.

"This exam was pretty tough, and the senior year review... it’s like rowing upstream. If you don’t pay attention to other subjects, you’ll gradually slip behind."

"Hmm?" Jiang Nian suddenly realized, so it was an analysis of the exam results, "I didn’t really care about Chinese; scoring over one hundred is actually quite high."

"If your essay hadn’t gone off-topic, you’d have already scored six hundred." Zhang Ningzhi showed a look of admiration, "You’ve improved a lot."

"And you?"

"?" Zhang Ningzhi hesitated, looking up cautiously, "Did I score too high? I didn’t expect it. I don’t want to move down a class."

"During the exam, I was super nervous, and then..."

He nodded, "Teacher Zhizhi, is this your secret?"

"What... I’m not, don’t call by such weird titles." Zhang Ningzhi’s face turned completely red, her prepared lines thrown off balance by the "Teacher Zhizhi" phrasing.

She wished she could cover her face with her hands, but her shyness still seeped through her fingers.

Hmm? Sothing doesn’t feel right.

Forget it.

Jiang Nian nodded, saying sothing aningless... "Okay."

A simple word returned the pressure to her.

"If I really had to say, the math this ti was actually quite straightforward." Zhang Ningzhi spoke words befitting her results, but before she finished, the class bell rang.

Ring, ring, ring!!!

"I feel that... next ti, as long as we properly review, not leaving any subject behind!" Zhang Ningzhi leaned closer to him in the crowded fifth-floor corridor.

Her scent was that warm floral note carried by body heat, detectable only when very close.

Amid the piercing bell, the hallway was filled with people heading back to class. Further away, the bright hallway of the liberal arts class was visible.

The girl’s breath was almost touching his earlobe, hot and hurried.

"Next ti, for sure I can score higher!"

.....

Back in class, Jiang Nian glanced at his deskmate.

Zhang Ningzhi had her head down, almost touching the desk. Her face completely hidden by stacks of books, only a slightly red ear was visible.

To be precise, only a small bit of the earlobe’s shape was showing.

Jiang Nian wasn’t shy, but Zhang Ningzhi had made herself shy. Walking against the flow of people from the fifth floor back to the class, she maintained this pose the whole ti.

Hmm... where did I put my ID?

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!! Tao Ran scored 137 in Chinese." Li Hua held a fresh photocopy of the report card, the warmth still lingering, shaking his head in awe.

"Nian, do you think it’s possible for soone to score that well? His ancestors shouldn’t be Tao Yuanming, right?"

Jiang Nian glanced at him, this guy...here we go again.

For the next three evening self-study sessions, the following stories were already predictable. First, look at the students with top scores in each subject, pull them out and evaluate them one by one.

Then compare those scores to our own.

Look at b bro’s scores.

"Dong Wensong didn’t do well either, English 102, always going on about how he’s dood." Li Hua sharply comnted, "If one didn’t know, they’d think the class had an exchange student from the West."

"Fluent accent for having been beat up on Gwangju streets for three years."

"Hey, Nian, wait a minute." Li Hua tapped Jiang Nian, pulling him over, "Look at that fool, how did his English score go up to 125?"

Jiang Nian took a glance, Squirtle’s English score wasn’t that usual. But after looking at the total score, 545, it didn’t seem that surprising either.

Looking closely, Language 95, definitely a poor performance.

Science combined Biology only 60, Chemistry 85, Physics 55. Even stranger, Chemistry was over eighty, other subjects... what a score in Physics.

"It’s quite odd, did he put all his ti into Chemistry?" Jiang Nian asked.

Li Hua shook his head, "I’ll take another look."

On the other side.

The third major group, Sun Zhicheng turned back for the nth ti.

"Why hasn’t it been passed over yet?"

The deskmate gave him a glance, "The score register is with Yang Qiming. If you’re in a rush, go get it yourself."

Sun Zhicheng: "....."

Huang Caicai didn’t do particularly well, didn’t want to see the score register.

His deskmate Yang Qiming did well, currently savoring the original score register finely. First, he checks his own, then Lin Dong’s results from his forr buddy.

Feeling nostalgic and yearning for the past.

Afterwards, he carefully examines other roommates’ scores, checks the class rivals, specifically b bro Dong Wensong, and confirms he didn’t do well.

Yang Qiming felt a wave of unexpected joy, like he was enjoying a thrilling novel, his whole body relaxed.

"Caicai, I did the math, if I add back the points I shouldn’t have lost... I’d rank... whoa, straight to the top five of the class."

Sun Zhicheng waited half a class period, finally got hold of the score register. Before he took a proper look, he noticed soone from the neighboring group directing a gaze his way.

Though nothing was said, the aning was obvious.

Seeing this, Sun Zhicheng frowned.

Glancing down at the hard-earned score sheet, he knew soone would soon co urging him. He hadn’t even had the chance to savor it; how could he just hand it over?

Clenching his teeth, making up his mind, he took the score register and headed to the restroom.

After the second evening self-study session.

Li Hua-Conan continued analyzing Squirtle’s scores, even comparing Yu Tongjie’s class advancent and various weekly class test results, copying them all down with a pen.

It was clear that Li Hua was really idle, and he truly despised Squirtle.

He waited for Li Hua’s analysis, just as he was about to lay down for a nap, soone called from the doorway.

"Jiang Nian, soone’s looking for you."