"Why are you suddenly scolding people?" Song Xiyun felt a bit aggrieved.
But being stupid isn’t so hereditary disease, right?
Everyone says not to slap soone in the face, but how did scolding end up involving the family?
"Who scolded you? I was just asking if you have a hereditary disease." Jiang Nian was speechless, "It’s showing concern for you, don’t you understand?"
She thought about it like that, and after pondering for a mont, she shook her head.
"No."
As soon as the words were spoken, an answer flashed in Jiang Nian’s mind.
Validation correct.
Jiang Nian’s heart was moved, thinking to himself, can this skill really be used this way? Everything can be validated, right, fine, fine.
Ti to take the civil service exam, bro.
Starting as a village head, striving towards retiring from a full position.
However, what he asked was the system.
The validation process is actually a set of logical procedures, so the validation result is objective, not sothing Song Xiyun thinks subjectively.
In other words, she indeed doesn’t have a hereditary disease.
Since the validation skill had entered a three-day cooldown period, Jiang Nian didn’t think much more about it. As long as it’s not a congenital disease, it’s fine to look into it later.
Perhaps it’s related to diet habits or past injuries and accidents.
Avoid if possible, even if not... at worst, it wouldn’t end up being repeated due to lack of money.
"Do you have any snacks?" Jiang Nian asked.
"No."
"How can you co to a eting without bringing snacks? Then why did you co to the eting?"
Song Xiyun: "....."
She said nothing, playing dead.
After a while, she felt sothing in her pocket. Startled for a mont, she reached in to find a small bag of nuts.
"Thank you."
After a while, she felt her pocket sink slightly again. Reaching in, she found a small pack of seaweed.
Song Xiyun gave up, "Why do you bring so many snacks to a eting?"
"What else? Just listen without eating?"
"Okay then." Song Xiyun was embarrassed.
She stared at the small pack of snacks in her hand, thinking that Jiang Nian was actually nice when not being fierce, but still a bit scary...
As for why she was afraid of Jiang Nian, she wasn’t sure either.
But they didn’t interact much usually, and the impression of Jiang Nian she had combined into soone well-off but a bit erratic, and a bit fierce.
"Why aren’t you eating?"
She hesitated for a while, then spoke up.
"Going back to the classroom to share with Qianqian."
"Jeez, you guys really are..." Jiang Nian couldn’t be bothered to argue with Song Xiyun anymore, treating her like a block of wood.
He could sense that Song Xiyun had a stereotype of him, but didn’t care much.
"The ’father’ always has to bear more."
The eting didn’t last long, ending in a class period plus a bit.
As Jiang Nian left the conference room, he couldn’t shake the chilly feeling on his back. Turning around, he saw Yu Zhiyi’s eyes glowering, a look of resentnt on her face.
A few breaths later, Yu Zhiyi caught up with Jiang Nian with the crowd.
She first glanced at the little girl beside Jiang Nian, then at Jiang Nian, and spoke, sounding like an air conditioning vent.
"Putting romance over friendship, huh?"
"Hey! You can’t just say that." Jiang Nian pointed at her, correcting, "Nonsense, where’s the friendship?"
"You!" Yu Zhiyi couldn’t hold it in.
She had lent him a physics score-boosting guide just that afternoon, yet by evening he acted like he didn’t rember.
Looking at Jiang Nian’s shaless face, she couldn’t help but think of a four-character idiom.
As the eting dispersed, passing students gave curious looks to the two-girls-one-guy combination, including Zhang Xiaofan.
However, before he could see clearly, Jiang Nian and the others vanished into the crowd heading downstairs.
Back to the classroom.
Under the fluorescent lights, what fell into sight was a blackboard full of weekly test answers.
The chemistry class rep was a bit anxious, asking twice in five minutes if anyone had finished copying them. He was about to erase the math answers and replace them with chemistry ones.
"Jeez, why so rushed? Can’t hold it in?" Lin Dong started off aggressively, verbally charging at the chemistry class rep.
"No, don’t we need to check chemistry answers?" Yin Qidong felt a bit lacking in confidence, he had already checked.
The weekly general science chemistry test was full marks, eager to show off.
The surna Yin is quite rare in Zhen Nan.
Their family ca from Holland (similar pronunciation) last century, claiming their ancestors had left nobility, honored by association.
One of their notable incidents happened in sophomore year, producing thick smoke in the chemistry lab, causing the whole class to scramble out.
Dubbed in history as Emperor Fengdu, sealing the smoke in the middle lane.
Yin Qidong accidentally beca the chemistry class representative of the third Olympic competition class in senior year, but his presence wasn’t strong normally.
"Check what, the ones who went to the eting just got back." Lin Dong pulled Jiang Nian and Yu Zhiyi into the fray, "Why so rushed, can’t you wait for people to finish checking their answers?"
Jiang Nian took out the math test paper from the desk.
Lowering his head to look, the originally blank paper had little red check marks for correct parts, with steps densely written for errors.
He was a bit dazed, the handwriting was so recognizable. Regaining his senses, he couldn’t help but look at Zhang Ningzhi beside him.
"Did you correct it for ?"
"Yeah." Zhang Ningzhi blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "Had nothing to do, just did it on the side."
Honestly speaking, Zhizhi was acting pretty tsundere.
Jiang Nian was montarily stunned, pointing at a correction on the paper, he said.
"Why isn’t one-half 0.5?"
Zhang Ningzhi took a glance, imdiately speechless.
"You clearly wrote root 2."
"With the mill type, black interdiaries cut three-quarters commission, so root 2 works out as 0.5."
Zhang Ningzhi: "...."
Yin Qidong, with sharp eyes, saw from afar that Jiang Nian’s paper was indeed corrected, so he loudly rebutted Lin Dong.
"Jiang Nian obviously finished correcting it, stop using such a la excuse!"
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