Tongjie always sticks to the sa routine: questioning and warning.
On the one hand, he claims he doesn’t care, yet he talks about calling the police. He also wants to have a friend track the IP and so on, threatening to drag out the person behind this "clown."
Jiang Nian couldn’t help but laugh as he looked at his phone. Who’s he going to ask?
The police?
To be honest, even if Turtle Boy could find a connection.
What then? This small account is not registered under Le Zhi’s real na.
Unless Conan is hired to decode the clues all the way. Finally, tracing back to Young Master Le Zhi from the police station, and then discovering the big water washed away the living temple.
Hilarious.
Jiang Nian scrolled to the end of the chat log and replied with a sentence.
"IM back."
"Ding ding ding! The super millionaire big quiz is starting, do you choose truth or dare?"
Afterward, he opened the chat page with Zhou Yuting.
Compared to Yu Tongjie, Zhou Yuting has no power or influence, but is relatively more calm. She sent a series of ssages, each four to five hundred characters long, ridiculously lengthy.
She babbled on a lot, but the core was just five words.
Others did it too.
Jiang Nian found it hard to hold back his laughter; Zhou Yuting’s level of abstraction could be said to be on par with Turtle Boy.
Turtle Boy: I’m going to have soone catch you.
Zhou Yuting: Others did it too, why are you targeting only !
Laughing every ti I see it.
Jiang Nian forwarded the sa script he sent to Yu Tongjie to Zhou Yuting. It’s not that he can’t customize it. But there’s no need to; the opponent’s level is too low.
Wait until before the Grand Six Cities Exam, then give them a big one.
By that ti, Le Zhi had improved his grades, taking the initiative to enter the ga. He lurked in the answer group for a month, gathered evidence, and actively reported to take down the criminal gang.
What? Le Zhi did it too.
But the scores are real, no matter how he does the test he can get it right.
Clearly, it’s Young Master Le Zhi’s talent and effort.
So, how it all ends depends on whether Le Zhi works hard or not. If he slacks off, reporting or not won’t make much difference; he’d still be socially dead.
Actually, there’s a bit of testing the waters involved, to see if the two will log onto their small accounts again.
What if they delete their accounts and run away?
Well, there’s no helping it then; you can’t just take down Le Zhi with them, right?
These small accounts were all given by Le Zhi, which is equivalent to handing the self-destruct button to Jiang Nian. n know what this ans; backup hidden energy sources must not easily be shown.
My buddy puts himself in my pocket, and I kick my buddy into the ditch.
If he really did this, Le Zhi would never forget. Before he dies at seventy or eighty, he’d have to say to his children by his bedside,
"He... damn, the wound of betrayal... will never... never heal."
Right or wrong, Jiang Nian is too lazy to care.
He’s not Superman, just one in ten million Asian ancestors.
Moral developnt close to the floor of Class Three; he doesn’t know who the floor is, but it surely exists.
In short, this whole situation hinges on one willing to take the bait and just skirting the edges.
The bell rang; this is the last self-study session of the night, three or four periods in a row.
An hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Nian raised his head from the pile of test papers, with just twenty minutes left before evening dismissal. He couldn’t help but pause his pen for a rest.
Supporting his head with a hand, he recalled that tomorrow noon he would follow along to crash a wedding feast. He was pondering how to deal with it and beca sowhat lost in thought.
Li Hua had stolen Ma Guojun’s glasses cloth, carefully folding his blanket military-style.
In the front row, Zeng You was tearing open a lip-burning snack.
Ma Guojun was playing with an empty correction tape, using it as a pretend dog on his desk. That thing winds back, and with a light pull, the little correction tape makes quite the sassy noise.
Wu Jungu was reading Vista Magazine, which wasn’t very popular at Zhen Nan School.
It’s too highbrow for most of the class, who didn’t really care to look at the world. They just wanted to see quirky folk tales and enjoy so lowbrow fun.
He was indifferent to his ex-girlfriend being elected as the psychological commissioner. Ever since breaking up, they were like strangers.
Truthfully, Wu Jungu wanted to laugh inside.
How can soone with twisted psychology be a psychological commissioner? She has a bunch of negative emotions, there’s no way she can help anyone else eliminate theirs. She’s bound to explode sooner or later.
He thought if they hadn’t broken up, tomorrow he’d probably be going to the wedding feast with her. But now, he could only make do and go with his reclusive roommate.
He flipped the page lightly, calm and elegant.
Thinking that the whole world is full of fools.
Fifteen minutes remain until the end of evening self-study.
The entire classroom was buzzing, with the back row being especially lively.
Huang Caicai, across from Zhou Yuting in the middle, passed a ssage to Yang Qiming in the sa row.
"Bro, are you having breakfast tomorrow?"
Yang Qiming’s eyelid twitched, roughly guessing Huang Caicai’s plan. They’re going to crash a wedding tomorrow, probably going in holding the wall and coming out the sa way.
Master Yang is a dignified person. After the breakup, he couldn’t even finish using his living expenses, completely unnecessary to do this.
And frankly, wedding food is just so-so.
But could he say that?
Of course not, it would hurt Huang Caicai’s self-esteem too much. As the saying goes, whether in glory or in downfall, I stand by you; you and I have never lost, and good brothers should advance and retreat together!
Thinking of this, Yang Qiming smiled.
"I’m not eating."
Huang Caicai scratched his face, ultimately not saying that sentence, "Then... bro, can I have your breakfast?"
"Then I won’t eat either."
Yang Qiming looked indifferent, nodding slightly.
"Alright."
How hungry can you get skipping breakfast?
After school.
A group of people in the class got up with a whoosh, ready to leave. Yang Qiming instinctively called out to Huang Caicai.
"Let’s go, have a midnight snack."
Huang Caicai refused, "Bro, I’m not hungry."
Yang Qiming couldn’t hold it in anymore; you little brat, are you really going to abstain until the feast tomorrow noon?
Fine, fine.
He originally wanted to say he’d treat, but hesitated as the words ca out. Wouldn’t it make him overthink, what if Caicai felt he was being looked down upon?
Forget it, let’s advance together.
How hungry can you get not having a midnight snack? Just sleep it off! By the ti you wake up and attend a few classes in the morning, it’ll be noon in the blink of an eye.
The night was deep, at the school gate.
Jiang Nian was swinging along, turning onto the street with Xu Qianqian. Late at night, there were basically no cars, and people went to bed relatively early, with only the dim street lights still on.
"I had lunch at a new place near the school’s front gate this afternoon, guess what?"
"Good?" Xu Qianqian asked.
"The first bite made want to die, the second bite made want to stab the owner." Jiang Nian swayed past under the streetlight, carrying a backpack with hands in his pockets.
"Then why’d you take a second bite?" Xu Qianqian was puzzled, unable to understand guys’ thinking, "Couldn’t you just spit out the first bite?"
"Spit it in the owner’s face?" Jiang Nian asked.
"Are you stupid? They’d beat you up." Xu Qianqian suggested a brilliant idea, "Just stand up and spin in circles, spit it on the wall."
"If it were sumr, spit it into the air conditioner vent. If I were soone eating there, I couldn’t take another bite."
Hearing this, Jiang Nian gave a thumbs-up.
"See, that’s why you’re the master of venom."
"Scram!" Xu Qianqian nudged him, fuming, "I’m helping you analyze, and you call nas, you despicable little man."
"At the ti, I really did spit it out, into the bowl." Jiang Nian said, "But you can’t bla , it was so bad, with a table full watching."
"I was a bit awkward and just asked the owner if there’s an antidote."
Xu Qianqian: "...."
"No, I can’t help but ask, why is the local moral standard so low?" Jiang Nian lanted, "I don’t understand why they couldn’t make it delicious."
Xu Qianqian glanced at Jiang Nian without saying a word.
"Putting aside your loss, your moral standard is only a tad better than the owner’s."
Jiang Nian walked backward in front of Xu Qianqian, spreading his hands.
"Anyway, I don’t recomnd you eat there."
Xu Qianqian snorted but still took note.
Although she wasn’t short on money, nobody’s cash just blows in with the wind. Spending money to taste pig feed was unnecessary; if needed, Chi Shi was an option.
Though pig feed wasn’t that expensive, comparing it might insult pig feed.
Kind of feels like slandering pig feed.
Before heading upstairs at ho, Xu Qianqian suddenly called out to him.
"Oh right, got sothing for you."
"What?" Jiang Nian turned around.
In the corridor, Xu Qianqian expertly stomped, triggering the voice-activated light.
She rummaged through her bag for a while, then pulled out sothing wrapped in tissue. Under Jiang Nian’s puzzled gaze, the tissue slowly opened.
A Hero Card from the Three Kingdoms Magic Crisp Noodles.
"Here."
"Whoa? Where did you get this?" Jiang Nian took the card, examining it repeatedly under the corridor light, "A shiny Ma Chao, never managed to complete a set when I was a kid."
"Snacks given by the teacher as a reward, I gave the noodles to soone else." Xu Qianqian tilted her head, "I rember you used to buy these a lot, so I took the card."
"Those distributors sell in different regions, each place has different rare cards." Jiang Nian treasured it, never losing his smile.
"Hey, didn’t I complete the set today?"
This set wasn’t that hard to complete, really, just need to order a set in a forum group. But if you buy the whole set, the joy of receiving is barely there.
The most fun part of collecting is the process, the excitent when a rare card appears. Not when the set is complete, collecting dust in a drawer, lacking the motivation even to show off.
As they say, newly used is newly exciting, in theory.
"Can’t thank you enough now, even though I didn’t personally tear the pack." Jiang Nian babbled, "But since you got it, it’s like I got it."
Hearing this, Xu Qianqian raised an eyebrow.
"How do you plan on thanking ?"
"Oh, oh, of course, anything’s possible." Jiang Nian began wriggling again, "But I don’t have any good stuff, or how about..."
Xu Qianqian paused for a mont, then turned to go upstairs.
"How can you repay kindness with malice!"
Jiang Nian sighed, shaking his head.
"Can’t you understand my humor."
Back ho and upstairs, he quickly took a bath.
After blow-drying his hair and returning to his room, he sat in the chair and gazed abstractedly at the card on his desk.
In elentary school, he often collected and exchanged cards with his friends. His mouth bled from all that eating, yet he insisted on having crispy noodles once a day.
At that ti, a friend flying to Australia had the most cards. Every ti, he had to play marbles just to trick the cards from him.
"Speaking of which, I wonder if Tree Grandpa’s opened a silver VIP yet."
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