"A technique for catching bees, the whole class went crazy learning it."
"Buzz buzz buzz, please share."
Jiang Nian was talking to himself, and the class burst into laughter.
No one really believed in any bee-catching technique; it was all about hand speed. Boys had quick reflexes and liked to do so housework, so having fast hands was normal.
Qianbao sighed in relief and restored the dignity of a people’s teacher.
"Ahem, continue with the exam."
"Teacher, what should I do with this bee?" Jiang Nian asked.
"Set it free." Qianbao turned back to the podium.
"Oh, oh, can I release it in a place where I don’t like soone?" Jiang Nian asked again.
Hearing this, Yu Tongjie’s heart tightened instantly.
Oh no!
After this thought crossed his mind, he secretly thought it was wrong. Except for offending Jiang Nian once a month ago, he hadn’t really bothered him much afterward, so why panic?
Also wrong, so what if he did bother him?
He didn’t cause trouble but wasn’t afraid of it either. Once soone crossed him, he’d show his powerful connections for everyone to witness his thunderous thods.
Li Hua began to ponder, realizing he hadn’t seed to offend Jiang Nian recently.
"What are you saying, throw it out of the classroom," Qianbao said with so annoyance, "Everyone else, stop looking and continue with the exam, no whispering."
Li Hua made so unusual noises that ordinary people couldn’t make.
The class burst into laughter again.
Sun Zhicheng actually envied Li Hua a bit, occasionally wishing he could pull off such attention-grabbing acts himself. But he couldn’t let go of his dignity because...
In his heart, there lived one person.
At most two people, possibly three in the future.
But for now, there was only one.
The only regret might be playing basketball too well. Thinking about those three blocks he had on Parent’s Day, a cloud of gloom crept over his heart.
To the point that seeing a basketball gave him a kind of PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) like a WWII veteran.
Damn, it’s Yuyu.
Sotis he felt hopeless about pursuing Chen Yunyun, as their relationship reverted back to the starting point. He hadn’t even finished rebuilding it when he first subdued her dad.
Now, his favor with Chen Yunyun was likely reset to zero.
Sun Zhicheng stared blankly at his test paper, having barely made it to reading comprehension section D. The difficulty was akin to being raised by a stepmother; a first skim wasn’t clear.
But now he had no heart to do it, hesitating whether to pursue soone else instead.
The people he liked weren’t fixed; he was just chasing a feeling.
Sun Zhicheng didn’t feel ashad about it; he had seen it on TikTok. Quite a few people were like him, having a crush but also liking others.
So people only liked soone for a while, so people would always hold them in their heart.
Perhaps, it was ti to make a change.
Winning... forget it, whether Egypt wins or not, if it loses, just go back to the crush.
...
With the English exam over, the papers were stacked together and passed to the front.
Jiang Nian returned the quick-dry pen to the class monitor, next up was the math exam. It wasn’t because of borrowing luck, but because not pretending in math had better cost-performance, otherwise it was like a face-slapping competition.
If math doesn’t hit a hundred and thirty, he was forever an ant.
Li Qingrong took the quick-dry pen, not asking why he didn’t keep using it. She just stayed in her seat, continuing to look at the English test paper, staring at it motionless.
Jiang Nian leaned over for a peek, curiously asking.
"Class monitor, is section A very difficult?"
Reading comprehension section A was about junior high school level. As long as you morized a few words and had a slightly flexible brain, you could more or less puzzle it out.
For a scholar of Li Qingrong’s caliber, she could solve it with a single glance.
Upon hearing this, Li Qingrong flipped the page to section D.
Well, that’s hell-level.
Section D was hard, but for the class monitor, it still wasn’t difficult enough; it was still a single glance to solve.
Jiang Nian couldn’t understand, so he couldn’t help but ask.
"Class monitor, are you going to the restroom?"
She maintained that indifferent manner, her high ponytail as proud as ever. However, the swing disappeared, and her entire being maintained a rigid posture.
In the corridor, Jiang Nian weaved through the crowd.
As he passed by Class One, he couldn’t help but peek his head inside. The Class Two classroom was also noisy, and besides Yuan Zhengchuan, he didn’t recognize a single person.
He withdrew his gaze, taking a look back at Li Qingrong behind him.
"Class monitor, over here."
"Hmm."
"Class monitor, why don’t you ask where I’m taking you?" Jiang Nian’s direction was opposite the fourth-floor restroom, giving off a one-hundred percent odd vibe.
Upon hearing this, Li Qingrong let out a slight oh, suddenly realizing.
"Should I ask?"
Jiang Nian: "..."
No kidding, he really encountered this ti soone with the "Should I call out a few tis to satisfy you?" attitude.
Don’t rush, better ask the all-powerful 8u instead.
Though he just thought about it, actually posting it would likely result in receiving mocks that were constantly innovating, which he completely believed in 8u’s ability to provide.
"Haha, another one deluded by lapping up so goddess’ byt essential oil."
After thinking it over, Jiang Nian still gave an explanation.
"The fourth-floor restroom is overcrowded, the queue would be long. There’s usually no one in the administrative building, and the leaders aren’t around; generally, students don’t dare to go there, so no need to queue."
These were Chen Yunyun’s words, but now they were his.
Li Qingrong didn’t have much reaction, nodding approvingly.
"Hmm."
To be fair, Zhenan Middle School was indeed quite poor. But dig a little deeper in the landlord’s house, and there might still be several truckloads of gold for show, the administrative building being such a display.
"Wow, first ti in the administrative building." Jiang Nian stepped in, acting like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, "Isn’t this administrative building so luxurious?"
"I thought there wasn’t a decent building in Nan Central, turns out there’s more than ets the eye!"
"Damn, living like a bandit for two years, only now realizing there’s such a good place. Regretting it, if I had known this existed, I would’ve..."
He was still marveling like a native entering the city, but suddenly realized the class monitor was silent. He thought she must’ve lost him, turned his head and she was still following.
"Let’s go, class monitor."
"Hmm."
The big break lasted a full twenty minutes, but since it was the weekly test, the seniors didn’t need to do morning exercise.
Jiang Nian didn’t intend to waste all his ti on relieving himself, thinking he might have a few minutes left to grab so Oden from the cafeteria.
The kind of enormous rice cooker simring fish balls, tofu, and quail eggs.
Just as he was thinking about it, the elevator in front dinged an alert.
Jiang Nian’s thoughts snapped back, cold sweat breaking out instantly.
Damn, there was soone in the elevator, a leader about to step out.
No more thinking about Oden, this ti he was like a sow stuck in a fence—caught in a dilemma.
If he were alone, it would just be a matter of running. He could trust his own swiftness to run away before the leader saw him, but there was also the class monitor.
Would she follow him if he ran?
In a flash of a mont, Jiang Nian made a decision.
With a swift motion, Jiang Nian grabbed Li Qingrong’s wrist, pulling her to a side corridor.
In 0.01 seconds, the elevator opened with a ding. The leader stepped out, chatting and laughing, with the sharp tapping of leather shoes on the corridor floor echoing.
In the stairwell, they were hidden behind the fire door. They stood facing each other, separated by just the distance of a fist, hearing each other’s breathing at that mont.
Jiang Nian’s full attention was outside, his heartbeat racing.
"Scared to death."
Li Qingrong didn’t speak, just giving him an extra glance.
From the administrative building, Jiang Nian stretched lazily, squinting up at the sun.
Great, a safe escape.
At the sa ti, he thought how he didn’t understand Chen Yunyun was up to, selling false intel.
Luckily, he was wittily unparalleled; otherwise, it would be curtains for both him and the class monitor. Barely escaping being questioned harshly by the leaders in the passage, demanding to know which was the class teacher of Class Four.
A personal note might be recorded, sticking it down for lunchti retaliation.
Since Jiang Nian was heading to the cafeteria, he let Li Qingrong go first, but Li Qingrong didn’t leave.
Jiang Nian took two steps towards the cafeteria, she followed two steps.
"Oh, class monitor, you’re hungry, should’ve said so."
Elder Jiang lacked many things, just not money.
Just a few days ago, he bought a dozen leather goods for the household, making himself the only elder brother on Mom’s list.
Spending thousands on bags without a second thought, bringing joy to Li Hongi.
Though Mrs. Li did feel the pinch of money, she couldn’t stand Jiang Nian buying things upon the slightest scolding, making her hesitant to say anything, lest it triggered Jiang Nian’s episodes again.
The top brother barely graduated junior high, resulting in a brotherly culture. Little did he understand phrases like save money to get married or that the family couldn’t use such things; anyway, the pattern was to throw money around.
Saying more? Keep throwing money.
Smash smash smash, and found that the amount in the bank card barely decreased.
Couldn’t spend it all, simply couldn’t.
With such a vast fortune, treating the class monitor to snacks was no trouble at all.
Jiang Nian had already treated Li Hua and others several tis, sparing no expense. It’s all small change anyway, they couldn’t eat fast enough to outpace the growing interest.
Most of the ti had passed, figured he’d only be halfway through his al by the ti the bell rang.
Jiang Nian didn’t mind a bit, taking the math exam, either he could do it or not. He wouldn’t be better off with these few minutes, nor with an extra half-hour for what’s unsolvable.
The class monitor... well, she cared even less.
While they lined up in the cafeteria, several people ahead turned to glance at Li Qingrong. Most took one look and glanced again, or couldn’t help but see three tis.
High school didn’t have school beauties; only relatively famous pretty girls existed.
But they weren’t surrounded by a gang asking for contact info nor attracting school outsiders attempting to block the gates after clearing up so gang territories.
The crackdown on gangs had already swept through.
The top dog fought hard, but those delivering takeouts climbing eight floors in one breath fought harder.
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Near class ti, few lingered in the cafeteria, conveniently for Jiang Nian. He skillfully ordered so tofu and fish balls, after all, that was just a little for a high school boy.
Then, he turned to ask Li Qingrong.
"Class monitor, what do you want to eat?"
Li Qingrong glanced, gesturing with two fingers.
"Fish balls."
In less than ten seconds, two servings of snacks were ready.
With two long bamboo skewers sticking out of a round disposable bowl, Jiang Nian found a plastic long table, sitting at the edge with Li Qingrong across.
"Class monitor, the fish balls are hot, blow on them a bit."
Not that he thought Li Qingrong lacked self-care abilities, just that she probably didn’t often eat this kind of thing, and if not careful, it could scald.
Li Qingrong nodded, agreeing.
"Okay."
Following Jiang Nian’s advice, she indeed blew the hot fish balls several tis before cautiously taking a small bite.
"Not hot."
Jiang Nian: "...."
When you blow on them, they aren’t hot, seemingly adding a bit of der for the class monitor.
After a while, unsurprisingly, the bell rang.
"Darn!" Jiang Nian had half left, too hot to finish quickly, "How did the bell ring so fast, class monitor, perhaps you should head up first."
Li Qingrong, ordering less, had already finished.
She seed not to hear the bell, quietly sitting at the long table’s far end. The ten o’clock noon sunlight stread into the cafeteria through wide-open windows, landing on her.
The young girl watched him this way, expressionless on her face.
"I’ll wait for you."
Jiang Nian was stunned for a mont, "....Alright."
They were five minutes late, stepping into the classroom as the test comnced.
Thankfully they were.....okay, purely due to Li Qingrong’s solid math skills. The math teacher said nothing more, nearly leading the way for Li Qingrong.
Your Highness, this way.
Class Three had its own political correctness; whatever the class monitor did, she naturally had her reasons.
Not satisfied?
Where’s this low scoring stray dog, take them out!
Jiang Nian? There’s always a villain beside the ruler, how else can one clear the court, soone just had their compass turned off, couldn’t figure out their position.
Traitor? Where is it?
How co I can’t see the traitor?
Your Majesty, congratulations, wind adjusting rain, peace in the realm.
Peaceful reign across the land!
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