Afternoon self-study session.
Yao Beibei switched seats with Jiang Nian, and Jiang Nian looked around.
Truly a gathering of all ages and talents.
In front was Yu Zhiyi, and diagonally left was Zhou Yuting.
Next to her were Yang Qiming and Huang Caicai, separated by another group where Lin Dong and Sun Zhicheng sat.
To the right, across one row, was Yu Tongjie, who was busy writing his howork.
The stars of Class Three shining brightly.
Jiang Nian blended in like he was at ho.
Zhou Yuting glanced back at him, and their eyes t.
Obviously, neither of them spoke, but Zhou Yuting felt like she was getting cursed at, and very rudely at that.
She hesitated for a mont, then turned to ask Yu Zhiyi.
"Zhiyi, what would you do if you run into soone you can’t stand?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Zhiyi looked up and pondered for a few seconds.
"I’d curse them out."
Zhou Yuting asked again, "What if you have to deal with soone you dislike daily, what would you do?"
Yu Zhiyi fell into deep thought, then looked up after a mont.
"Curse them out behind their back."
"And on the surface?" Zhou Yuting was puzzled.
"Work diligently on the relationship, isn’t that what everyone does?" Yu Zhiyi dropped yet another bombshell, "It’s the fate of adults."
Zhou Yuting wanted to ask if she was even an adult.
But as her eyes drifted downward, she imdiately dismissed the thought.
Age can be self-defined; you just need a mature physique.
"What if you really can’t stand it?"
Yu Zhiyi looked puzzled, wondering if she was hinting at her.
That couldn’t be right.
They had had a good ti yesterday; did she offend her sohow?
Though this kind of thing isn’t easy to say, what if she’s a seasoned actor, so she’s still hinting at .
"Then... of course, forgive them."
Zhou Yuting: "???"
She turned around, thinking to herself that the mature Yu Zhiyi wasn’t infallible either.
Just as she planned to do so howork before the afternoon ended, she looked up to see her two desk mates in peculiar poses.
One was acting as a frowning philosopher.
The other was smirking foolishly, occasionally swallowing.
Zhou Yuting thought silently, what low-quality n.
The guy who added her yesterday was the sa, posting airplane window photos on WeChat.
Caption: Thankful to my parents for giving the option to choose more, rather than being chosen.
Isn’t he an idiot?
The ga only plays out in two sets: one is [Thank my parents], and the other... [I don’t want a lot of money, I want a lot of love].
If he were really rich, he wouldn’t say that; either that, or he’s purely mocking others for fun.
Zhou Yuting had seen wealthier people; truly rich people are very low-key.
Bragging with so sneakers and travel photos is just a beggar comparing treasures.
Rich or not, don’t you still wear shoes and go out to have fun?
Class monitor Tao Ran is better; scholarly deanor, good taste in clothing.
Excellent grades, strong abilities.
Though he doesn’t have any flashy logos, it’s evident that his stationery and supplies aren’t cheap.
Thinking of this, Zhou Yuting couldn’t help but glance towards Li Qingrong.
She couldn’t discern the brands of the class president’s clothes, but they didn’t look cheap. Although she rarely disciplines people, everyone in the class was afraid of her.
Yu Zhiyi was doing her howork, feeling like sothing was off.
She turned around to see Jiang Nian behind.
"When did you get here?"
"Why ask so many questions, chattering away." Jiang Nian maintained his usual poor attitude, with only his eyes betraying him, glancing occasionally.
Yu Zhiyi had grown used to it, not even bothering to retort.
"Are you running for Psychological Commissioner tonight?"
"Not running, I’m dark-hearted." Jiang Nian shook his head, "Have you seen a Necromancer switch careers to be a Priest? Not cut out for such a bright profession."
Yu Zhiyi hadn’t played the ga, but she often chatted with boys, so she knew what a Necromancer and a Priest were.
So, she continued the conversation.
"Do you think... I could get elected if I ran?"
Hearing this, Jiang Nian was stunned and even put down his pen.
"You?"
Upon hearing it, Yu Zhiyi beca nervous.
She had quite a few friends in class and could talk to the boys. But she felt other boys often flattered her, which she won’t elaborate on here.
In short, at tis like this, Jiang Nian’s opinion, who didn’t get along well with her, was relatively more accurate.
"What’s up?" Yu Zhiyi was a little anxious.
Jiang Nian asked, "Did you prepare a campaign speech?"
"Not yet, I don’t know if I can get elected." Yu Zhiyi frowned, nervously saying, "I haven’t decided yet; if I decide to run, I’ll write one later."
She was thinking of returning from Class Two and having just ended a relationship. She had to try sothing new to change others’ old impressions of her.
"No need to write one."
"Can’t win?" Yu Zhiyi sighed.
"No, you can just say anything up there." Jiang Nian frowned, "Here’s the thing, Li Hua also plans to run, but if you go up, he’ll withdraw."
Yu Zhiyi: "...That’s not what I want."
"Oh, you’re not running?"
She bit her lip, "I am!"
After saying it, she looked at Jiang Nian again, hesitantly asking.
"Will anyone vote for ?"
"I don’t know about others, but I’m all hands and feet in favor."
.....
Ding ding ding.
After school, most people in the classroom were leaving.
Li Hua, on the other hand, stayed in his seat, seriously preparing his campaign speech.
His expression was solemn as if writing a world masterpiece.
Jiang Nian walked over to him and took a mont to peek.
"Haha, trash."
"Chi Shi!" Li Hua ignored him, continuing to focus on his draft, "How can sparrows understand the ambition of a swan?"
With a slap, the desk was hit hard.
"What are you doing!" Li Hua was startled.
"I heard you’re still writing that campaign speech, isn’t it the sa thing over and over?" Jiang Nian smirked like a villain, sitting at the edge of Li Hua’s desk.
"Let tell you so bad news."
"What?" Li Hua clutched his pen, showing he hadn’t given up on the campaign.
"Yu Zhiyi just told she wants to run for Psychological Commissioner."
Upon hearing this, Li Hua was dumbfounded.
The grip of first love suddenly loosened, and the pen clutched tightly in his hand rolled off along the desktop.
Eventually, with a clatter, it fell to the ground.
"This... she... isn’t this good news?"
Li Hua’s face changed instantly, standing up abruptly.
With joy , he crumbled up his half-written campaign draft and casually stuffed it in the drawer, shouting a few "yay yay yay"s.
"Nian, suddenly I feel a little heartache, is sothing wrong with psychologically?"
Jiang Nian: "Dig it out and see."
Li Hua exploded, "Chi Shi Chi Shi!!!"
He paced in place along the aisle like a simpleton, muttering to himself.
Occasionally rubbing his hands, his face was glowing with ntal revival.
"What are you mumbling about, preparing to steal the group mber’s ex-girlfriend, huh?" Jiang Nian’s remark instantly outraged Li Hua.
Li Hua pointed at Jiang Nian, his finger trembling continuously.
"You... you’re slandering , def... defaming !"
"Haha, why are you in such a hurry?" Jiang Nian once again demonstrated gentlemanly elegance.
"You can’t just say whatever you want!" Li Hua got anxious, lowering his voice, "You know , I didn’t an that."
"Not sure about that."
"Your mom!" Li Hua flushed furiously, "What about you, I’ve seen you talk to her several tis!"
Jiang Nian’s lips curled, "I’m open and aboveboard, got nothing to hide, but can’t say the sa for so people!"
Li Hua lost his temper.
......
Sun Zhicheng stood in front of a small barbershop.
He felt the length of his hair. Honestly... at this length, he could either cut or not.
However, he had never been to this shop.
Going to his usual place wasn’t realistic; he’d have to take a bus there on the weekend for a cut.
So, should he take a gamble?
He was hesitant to visit those opulently decorated places, fearing he’d get scamd, losing six to seven hundred bucks.
After contemplating for a while, he settled on this plainly styled shop.
The owner was eating with a bowl in hand, eting Sun Zhicheng’s gaze from outside.
He imdiately got up, walked towards the entrance.
"Are you here for a haircut, handso?"
Sun Zhicheng’s heart sank the mont their eyes t, realizing he had been careless.
He usually glanced at barbershops with peripheral vision because... barber folklore says if you make eye contact, you have to respond.
So shop owners are quite persistent, warmly inviting you for a cut, even walking with you for a distance.
He planned to ask for the price and leave, "How much is a haircut?"
Unexpectedly, the owner said.
"Fifteen."
Sun Zhicheng was ready to refuse, but upon hearing the price, he hesitated.
He wasn’t short of money, but he wasn’t extravagant either. A fifteen-dollar haircut was considered cheap in Zhen Nan.
After a brief mont of doubt, he stepped inside.
"Just to be clear, I only want a haircut."
"No problem."
The owner assigned soone to wash his hair; everything seed normal so far.
Until... Sun Zhicheng sat in the chair with his hair towel-dried, seeing an apprentice approach with clippers.
His pupils suddenly shrank, and he swallowed hard.
Thinking... It’s over.
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