Before the evening study session ended, the class representative suddenly stood up and walked to the podium.
"Group leaders, please collect all the comprehensive answer sheets."
The mont he finished speaking, the class erupted into scattered complaints.
"Answer sheets, answer sheets, turn them in." Li Hua notified everyone around and reached out, "Answer sheets, answer sheets, collecting answer sheets."
Jiang Nian reached into his desk and suddenly realized sothing.
The class president’s comprehensive answer sheet... is with him, to be precise, she had given it to him. Now it needs to be turned in for review, so doesn’t that an he has to return it to the class president?
The answer is self-evident, there’s a possessive desire arising below the surface.
This isn’t a pair of stockings.
However, before he could take out the answer sheet and return it, drenched with saliva, to the class president sitting behind him, the class representative Tao Ran suddenly walked down from the podium and headed straight toward their group.
Tao Ran took six answer sheets from Li Hua’s hand and turned to Li Qingrong.
"President, why does your group only have five sheets?"
Jiang Nian was suddenly taken aback, damn it, bro, how are you so fast?
The Flash could be remade dostically.
My god, do you want Ezra Miller to be out of a job? Li Zhi, what do you want to use to Li Zhi?
He was about to take it out and pretend he borrowed Li Qingrong’s comprehensive answer sheet. After all, they’re seating front and back; borrowing answer sheets is quite normal, right?
But then Li Qingrong said.
"Brought it ho."
Jiang Nian was stunned, and quietly put the half-pulled-out answer sheet back. Taking out the class president’s stockings... no, answer sheet now would be a slap in the face, wouldn’t it?
Nie Qiqi in their group would freak out!
Although a re lovesick girl is not to be feared, Class 3 is a harmonious and loving big family. For the sake of the class president, better to let the cowardly smiling tiger go.
Nie Qiqi, rember that I’m not the field marshal.
Jiang Nian pulled back.
Tao Ran, rely a Minister of Rites, is not enough to shake the authority of Holy Emperor Li Qingrong. Asking more, and not getting any, he could only let it go.
Garlic, garlic, just in my face, let it garlic. Step back to Cape Community.
Take a look at soone else’s shady life.
After Tao Ran left, Jiang Nian turned back to glance at the class president.
The lights were bright, and Li Qingrong gave him a glance. Then she lowered her eyes to look at the exam paper on the desk, her face slightly hesitant, as this chemistry paper was to be discussed tomorrow.
Jiang Nian saw her pick up the chemistry paper on the desk and handed it over, and he got a chill down his spine.
No, bro, I don’t have a collection fetish.
She must be genuinely generous, giving it to to copy because she hasn’t finished it? Already feeling the suffocating enthusiasm, actually copying it could work too.
"No need, no need." He waved his hand, aning no further explanation was needed; he was genuinely declining.
A few minutes later, nearing the end of the evening study session.
The classroom was noisy, and Li Hua took the opportunity to tap on Jiang Nian and pulled him aside.
"I discovered sothing strange."
"What?"
"Look at that idiot’s grades; they don’t match at all between the weekly test and the unified exams." Li Hua used a secret code, only those in the know would know who the idiot is.
"Let see, where is it?" Jiang Nian leaned over.
Li Hua hadn’t done howork all night, spending all three evening study sessions looking at the grade sheet. Like he was possessed, he took out the weekly test and last month’s diagnostic test grade sheets.
With over sixty people in class, he checked each one for warnings.
He had already identified a few with unusual grades; they either skyrocketed or plumted. Yu Tongjie was within his suspect range, with high suspicion.
Jiang Nian took a look and saw the clues too.
Yu Tongjie’s English score was way higher than usual, but strangely his chemistry score surpassed eighty, while biology was teetering on the passing line.
Logically, biology and chemistry are linked. On the other hand, Yu Tongjie’s chemistry weekly tests a month before the unified exam were just above the passing line.
If good, seventies; if bad, sixties.
The comprehensive level was also around one hundred seventy or eighty, so... the extra twenty points seed very suspicious, plus Math 125 and English 125.
On a cursory glance, it seed fine, but when combined with weekly test scores so patterns erge.
Math and English showed so improvent, but the score changes weren’t big, very subtle, mainly because of the blessing of Chinese and Physics.
One got 91, the other was below passing.
Li Hua could feel there was sothing wrong but couldn’t articulate it, after holding it in for ages he said.
"Probably peeked at soone else’s in the exam."
Jiang Nian didn’t speak; he made sure it was safe around him, then took out his phone.
Luckily, the ti wasn’t too far, Le Zhi habitually opens VIP, and the chat logs are stored in the cloud. Scrolling up the chat logs, he locked onto a person in the group chat.
Both the tone of speech and the ’b’ avatar and userna style looked like a certain deceased’s alternate account.
Unable to confirm for now, Jiang Nian decided to take a closer look. If there’s a chance, he would trick him to give him a little surprise.
Nobody spoke; this group was like a Dark Forest.
If that account took the bait and responded... if it really was Yu Tongjie, then Jiang Nian would have a month’s worth of Squirtle intimidation rights, and that’d be quite the amusent.
As for over at Le Zhi’s place, their family connections in Zhen Nan are intertwined. After graduation, they might cross paths, so it wouldn’t hurt to smooth relations.
Ring ring ring!
After the evening study session ended, Jiang Nian and Xu Qianqian stopped by a stall near the school gate selling Fuding sliced beef.
"One bowl each?" Xu Qianqian asked.
"Sure."
Jiang Nian casually paid. He hadn’t spent much money recently. A high school student didn’t have much to spend on; keeping it saved up was almost too much.
It was convenient, Xu Qianqian had worried a lot about his math.
Using this as an excuse to treat her to a midnight snack.
The two sat down on small red plastic stools, at a slightly greasy folding table, with a chopstick holder made from cut mineral water bottles on top.
In the distance were the third-year students going ho, under the swaying sodium streetlights.
"Xu Qianqian, won’t you get fat eating like that?" Jiang Nian casually took two pairs of disposable chopsticks, his words instantly hitting Xu Qianqian’s sore spot.
"What nonsense are you talking!" Xu Qianqian gritted her teeth.
This person was definitely doing it on purpose, always hitting where it hurts.
"Are you worked up? I was just saying it casually." Jiang Nian took out his phone, unlocked it, and glanced at the group chat; still nobody spoke.
"A pretty girl will never get fat." Xu Qianqian began foolishly wishing again, holding the chopsticks together in her palms, muttering spells to the night sky.
"Not fat, not fat, transfer the curse of weight gain to Jiang Nian, turn him into a fatty pig."
Hearing this, Jiang Nian chuckled.
"You’re so childish."
"What do you know, better not ddle in a pretty girl’s affairs." Xu Qianqian flicked her ponytail, huffing, "Have you guys gotten your grades yet?"
"Yeah." Jiang Nian put his phone away.
The eye-protection lock screen on the phone wasn’t as pleasing as looking at Xu Qianqian.
"How many points did you get in math?" Xu Qianqian asked cheekily, "Did you score over 120? If you did, you owe another midnight snack."
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