The three afternoon classes passed in the blink of an eye.
Afternoon self-study period.
Jiang Nian didn’t sleep after class; instead, he was energetically working on test papers. As Yu Zhiyi passed by on her way to the restroom, she curiously glanced at him.
Why isn’t he sleepy, does he have eight kidneys?
"Finished writing already?" Zhang Ningzhi leaned over for a look, surprised, "Wow, how did you write so fast?"
"Just familiar with the routine." Jiang Nian handed the test paper over.
This ti, he didn’t even graze her hand, pretty proper.
"Oh." Zhang Ningzhi couldn’t help but glance at him again, then took the test paper and lay on the desk, helping him correct it against the answers.
Jiang Nian didn’t touch Zhang Ningzhi’s leg, nor did he intend to touch anyone else’s. He just felt that he had been inviting a bit too much trouble lately.
Afraid of ssing up and getting sliced by Little Xiyuan Temple.
He decided to keep a low profile and focus his energy on his studies and life.
After school in the afternoon.
The class was bustling, almost everyone heading out the door.
Jiang Nian wasn’t in a hurry to go downstairs; he worked on his howork in the classroom for a bit. Then, he sent a location to Chen Yunyun and the others, timing it right.
"I have sothing good to show you guys."
Chen Yunyun: "?"
Ten minutes later, Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe appeared under the parasol trees in front of the teacher’s apartnts.
The two had just boiled so hot water and hadn’t eaten yet.
"What’s up?" Chen Yunyun asked.
She had drunk so Xiaochaihu at noon and wasn’t feeling great. She planned to buy so dicine in the afternoon, but decided to co over after receiving Jiang Nian’s ssage.
"I’m so hungry, Jiang Nian." Wang Yuhe complained, "Did you call us over because you have sothing delicious?"
"Indeed." Jiang Nian reached into his pants, then turned his head and was speechless, "What are those expressions on your faces?"
He felt a bit blocked inside, does being a bro make him a pervert?
Not even wearing a trench coat, though.
"A key?" Wang Yuhe took a black key, turning to look at Chen Yunyun, "Two identical keys?"
"What are you babbling about?" Jiang Nian didn’t care if they were hungry, gesturing for them to follow him, "Co with ."
The two girls exchanged glances and followed Jiang Nian into a semi-open courtyard.
He pointed to one of the storage rooms, speaking to Wang Yuhe.
"Go open the door."
"You rented a room?" Chen Yunyun looked shocked, turning to Jiang Nian, "Rent... rent a room for what?"
Seeing Wang Yuhe already pushing the door open, Jiang Nian turned and smiled at Chen Yunyun.
"Take a guess?"
Chen Yunyun imdiately stood there, her breath catching. Her heart felt clenched, suddenly suspended in the air, sour and swayed by the wind.
Outside the courtyard, a crisp sound of a bicycle bell ca from around the corner.
Her mind went blank; perhaps it was the wind that blew it away. Her body stiffened there, unable to move.
"I..."
"Yunyun, co in quickly!" Wang Yuhe poked her head out excitedly at the door, "There’s even a bed and a table inside!"
Jiang Nian: "?"
Chen Yunyun: "?"
The two walked in, joining up with the silly Wang Yuhe. The three stood in the room, imdiately making the space feel cramped.
"Whoa, it’s a bit tight." Jiang Nian grumbled, turning to the elentary schooler, "Wang Yuhe, you step out first."
"Why should I!" Wang Yuhe looked up and glared at him.
"I rented it."
"You!!" Wang Yuhe punched him in anger, really about to leave, "Fine, I’ll go; here’s your key back!"
"Hey hey, just kidding." Jiang Nian pulled her back again.
"Let go!"
Unexpectedly, Wang Yuhe was really angry, like a hog ready for the New Year. Her strength was surprisingly strong, almost pulling free.
"No, don’t cry like that."
Thankfully, Wang Yuhe cald down quickly, just glaring at Jiang Nian the whole ti.
Staring────
Jiang Nian glanced at her, then at the indifferent Chen Yunyun. Suddenly inspired, he pretended to take off his clothes.
"Uh?"
"Ah!! What are you doing?"
"Oh, just scratching an itch." Jiang Nian reached into his clothes to scratch, "There’s water and electricity here, any thoughts?"
Chen Yunyun’s face grew warm, blushing to the tips of her ears.
"What...."
Wang Yuhe rubbed her chin, looking around.
"Can charge phones."
"It’s a trade market, found you a hair-washing sanctuary." Jiang Nian pointed to the corner, "Plug in, wash and blow-dry your hair."
"Really?" Wang Yuhe paused a beat, then asked, "Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?"
Jiang Nian shot her a glance, sneering coldly.
"Pro tip, if you can’t speak well, keep your mouth shut."
"I won’t!"
Then, Chen Yunyun asked quietly.
"How much did you rent it for?"
"Not much, rented from a teacher’s house." Jiang Nian waved his hand, "Given my status as the Motivational Star, they gave it to at the lowest price around here."
Chen Yunyun: "...Honestly."
"Records are verifiable."
In the end, Chen Yunyun never got a real price out of him.
Jiang Nian explained the room’s purpose; in so ti, it might be used to store so things, taking up less than half the space.
Lending it to them was just a side thing.
Chen Yunyun didn’t believe him, and he had no way to change her mind. They could think whatever they liked; for now, it was ti to eat.
If worse ca to worst, maybe he could trade it off with so leg rubbing.
The shops down the street outside school were crowded, taking a brief stroll would pretty much an heading for evening self-study.
The three could only eat sothing casually before hurrying back to the classroom.
"Hot water heaters, hairdryers and stuff...." Jiang Nian looked at the two, "Being in the third generation of poverty, there’s not much I can help with."
"We’ll buy it ourselves," Chen Yunyun said, thinking about it before looking at him again, "How about we split the cost? Is fifteen hundred enough?"
Jiang Nian: "....Just say you want to give money."
He thought to himself that he spent nine hundred on renting a place, and reselling it would net him a tidy six hundred.
Why the hell am I still in school!
Might as well beco an agent directly!
"ntion money again and I’ll give you back the key," Jiang Nian conceded, looking impatient, "And stop talking to ."
Chen Yunyun had nothing to say, so she lowered her head.
After dinner, the two girls left first.
Jiang Nian, despite being busy, didn’t forget to bring Zhang Ningzhi a cup of room-temperature fruit tea. As soon as the bell rang, he dashed off.
"Damn it, who moved the bell ti earlier!"
.....
"Turn in your howork."
Tao Ran was wandering around the class, collecting Chinese howork for a long ti. In the end, out of sixty to seventy people in the class, he received only twelve notebooks.
"Seriously, can’t you at least turn in half?"
Hearing this, the surrounding classmates began to complain.
"With so much math howork, how is there ti to copy Chinese?"
"Exactly, I haven’t even finished my physics howork. Wouldn’t it be better to spend this ti on science howork?"
"The cost-effectiveness of doing Chinese howork is really low. Last month, I did nearly a month’s worth of howork, and my scores went down instead."
Lin Dong suddenly found a loophole and grabbed Tao Ran in the aisle.
"Hold on, did you turn in your Chinese howork?"
Tao Ran looked puzzled, staring at Lin Dong.
"I’m the class representative!"
Lin Dong forced a smile, "Right, you are."
But the next second, Tao Ran said matter-of-factly.
"I’ve been the class rep, why do I still need to do howork?"
"You f***ing....."
Jiang Nian rummaged through his desk, turned around, and saw Tao Ran standing next to him with a creepy honey-smile on his face.
"What are you doing here?"
"Weren’t you looking for the Chinese howork?" Tao Ran stood straight, smiling, "No worries, as long as you can turn in sothing."
"I’ll turn in a market report." Jiang Nian barely rembered doing any Chinese howork; he pulled out a chemistry exam paper from his desk.
He turned to Tao Ran and said matter-of-factly.
"I’m the Motivational Star, why would I need to turn in howork?"
Tao Ran stopped smiling instantly, looking at this bastard in front of him, feeling like a boorang smacked him hard.
"You f***ing!"
Jiang Nian pointed at him, "You clearly don’t know what’s up."
Li Hua sidled over, trying to diate with a sleazy look on his face.
"Let say sothing fair...."
"Shut up, you stray dog, what’s your ranking?" Jiang Nian interrupted him, "Can’t beat , so why bother speaking?"
Li Hua, provoked by Jiang Nian’s aggressive words, blushed instantly.
"Chi Shi Chi Shi!!"
Huang Fang shook her head, thinking how the class was getting increasingly hierarchical. She slowly turned her head, looked at Li Hua, and said.
"It’s alright, group leader."
"Even though you scored one point less than , I wouldn’t say that about you."
Zhang Ningzhi chid in cutely.
"The group leader scored so low."
Li Hua couldn’t find any words, left speechless.
"You guys..."
At this mont, Tao Ran patted him on the shoulder and asked.
"Did Brother Stray Dog do the Chinese howork?"
Li Hua looked stunned at Tao Ran, only to despairingly find out. Even Tao Ran, this dead furry fetishist, scored way higher than him.
In night self-study, Jiang Nian and Li Qingrong left the classroom together.
"The school actually initiated a pitch-pot competition, organized by the project director to boost credentials.
But it’s just using students from two parallel classes as guinea pigs to churn out so project results as a stepping stone for promotion."
Jiang Nian walked in front, turning to tell Li Qingrong behind him.
"But the only good thing is that they indeed secured funding. Whatever the case, a contest with money at stake is a good contest."
Li Qingrong nodded, "Mm."
Jiang Nian hesitated, but eventually thought better of it and kept quiet.
The class president has never been poor.
Zhenan Middle School, where grades are king, whether in competitions or exams. As long as rewards are offered, it’s always about money or cards.
Therefore, the strong get stronger.
On the stairs, Li Qingrong glanced at him and asked, pursing her lips.
"The prize money...do you really want it?"
"Fifteen hundred, who wouldn’t want it," Jiang Nian smiled, sounding relaxed, "But whether we can get it or not, we’ll have to see."
"Mm."
The activity center on the second floor of Building D was crowded with people. Several familiar classmates gathered together, whispering.
"Damn, seems like there’s a rigging going on?"
"What rigging?"
"Technically, each class should only select two people to compete, but I see so classes brought over twenty people."
"Damn, what a bunch of bastards!"
"Which asshole ca up with this rule, it’s so unfair. Shouldn’t we just crash it with a few guys?"
"Forget it, there’s prize money involved."
"Yeah, it’s still a pitch-pot competition with more people. It’s not like the scores are counted by class; the prize money is given to individuals."
Listening to these guys talk, Jiang Nian couldn’t help but burst into laughter. But he quickly straightened his face, acting aloof.
Still, standing with Li Qingrong, he attracted quite a few passing senior students.
Until Jiang Nian suddenly pulled out a test paper.
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