Oh no, I’m really going to beco the underwater swimming champion of Nanjiang.
What do we talk about in the room?
Jiang Nian stood there in a daze, imagining he heard Old Liu’s voice.
[I don’t want one less person in our class, nor one more.]
No need to say more.
Things like that, of course, I’ll pay attention to myself.
While he was distracted, his mind was still working. He was thinking, trying to understand the class monitor’s logic.
If it were that wicked Enchanting Demon Han inviting him into a room, it would definitely be to overpower him, or even to do sothing else.
But this is the class monitor.
The first ti bringing a guy ho, just bring him to the room. Maybe it’s just because the room is better, there’s a luminous watch.
"I’m not used to being in the living room," Li Qingrong said.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian’s CPU almost overheated. He stared at the class monitor, thinking there must be more to what she said.
Sure enough, after a few seconds, Li Qingrong added two more words.
"...to stay."
Jiang Nian looked around and found the living room empty. Although the decor was high-end, there were almost no traces of use.
"We don’t necessarily have to be in the room; maybe we can boil so water in the kitchen."
Li Qingrong: "Do you want tea?"
"No need." Jiang Nian glanced at the ti, it was already past eleven, "It’s very late, I’ll just stay for a bit and then..."
Li Qingrong pushed open the room door and looked back at him. Not knowing what to say, she simply pointed to a chair.
"Sit."
Jiang Nian was still thinking, do I really have to sit?
If I sit, I’ll be done for, won’t I?
A cent bench, a seat for the Nanjiang underwater swimming.
He thought about it for a mont and still went inside. The class monitor is just naive, not stupid; she wouldn’t put herself in such a situation.
Moreover, he ca with a purpose for this ho visit.
Shenzhen is not afraid of shadows being slanted.
Of course, if there was any awkwardness, he’d pretend to be reserved for a bit, but wouldn’t refuse, just go along with it happily.
Being close to the class monitor, even if he dies, he’d feel it was worth it.
The class monitor’s room was as simple as ever, without even a chair piled with coats, truly lacking a holy feel.
Boys have a sense of belonging to a ho when they hide Lu Country’s paper in the room. Wait until the ink fades and turns yellow, and then blend it into the trash pile.
"Class monitor, what do you usually do at this ti?"
"Take a bath."
"Is your bathroom big?"
"There’s a bathtub."
"Then..." Jiang Nian got excited but quickly cald down, "Then that’s great, soaking more is good."
"Too much trouble." Li Qingrong’s language was as straightforward as always.
After chatting idly for a bit, Jiang Nian leaned on the chair and took out his phone. Pretending to look at it, he casually asked.
"By the way, Qingqing, you said last ti your parents would co back for the New Year?"
"Yeah."
"Aren’t you on good terms?"
"No, not good." Li Qingrong lowered her eyes, unsure of what to say, "After the college entrance exam, I won’t co back here."
No, you will co back.
Jiang Nian silently retorted in his mind. Although he didn’t know what the class monitor wanted with him, she probably has co back to Zhen Nan more than once.
She even subtly asked if he’d elope.
Honestly, he admires his future self who could reject eloping with the class monitor. Such resolve would deserve a thumbs up if quitting any bad habits.
Living a good life with his ex-wife is more important than anything.
"Oh, it’s fine if you don’t co back." Jiang Nian suggested, "You could work at a research institute, seems fitting for you."
This wasn’t just a random suggestion but rather a reasonable assumption.
Even though Li Qingrong experienced sothing while working at the institute, it doesn’t an the job cursed her.
On the contrary, with fewer people at the institute and peace and quiet all day around machines, this engagent in the hardship likely healed her.
Li Qingrong thought about it and seed to find the idea of the institute good, so she nodded and said.
"Okay."
After a few seconds, she looked up and asked.
"What about you?"
"I..." Jiang Nian hesitated for a mont, thought for a bit, and said earnestly, "I should study business, then start a small business?"
"I don’t aim for riches or glory, as long as I can make a living."
He indeed has capital to start a business, even if the system doesn’t give him money anymore. Through ’winning’, he slowly accumulated quite so savings.
As long as there’s a steady inco, he’s not afraid of losing money.
Why start a business then? Isn’t it good to just lie around? Because in Zhang Wanhai’s heart, he’s just a blond guy eyeing his daughter.
Zhang Wanhai, you just wait for (voice crack)!!!
Li Qingrong didn’t quite understand Jiang Nian’s thoughts, so she lightly responded. Then she lowered her eyes, thought of sothing, and looked up again.
"Starting a business requires a lot of money, right?"
"More or less, starting a business is burning money." Jiang Nian leaned back in the chair and said casually, "But, right now I have a bit of money."
"Also, that’s sothing to think about for after university."
"For now, let’s make our life... no, let’s just ace the college entrance exams, that’s the most important thing."
Li Qingrong slightly lowered her eyes, not sure what she was thinking.
"Mm."
Moving around, Jiang Nian told a joke to lighten the mood.
"I have a buddy who bumped into a car window on the way to school, then laughed like crazy, saying as he laughed."
"’Ah Lei Ah Lei, I still can’t adapt to this body?’"
His mom passed by, looking at him in astonishnt. Because of this, she took him to the countryside for three days of rituals."
Li Qingrong seed like she wanted to laugh but just pursed her lips.
"Was that buddy you?"
Instantly, Jiang Nian stopped laughing.
"How... how could it be."
Jiang Nian glanced at the ti; it was almost midnight. If he got back too late, his mom would nag him incessantly.
It’s such a hassle having soone watching over you in high school; it’d be better in college. I’d totally not go back and just wander everywhere!
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