Jiang Nian glanced at the classroom door but didn’t go in imdiately.
Seeing this, he turned around and walked away, heading down to the first floor.
He glanced at the comprehensive office door and saw Qingbao tidying up the apples on her desk with a headache expression.
Knock, knock, knock!
"Teacher?"
Upon hearing this, Qingbao turned to glance at the door.
"Hmm?"
She looked at Jiang Nian and then at the two apples in his hand. She thought Jiang Nian was going to give her apples, and suddenly she had a headache.
"I don’t eat apples."
"Oh, I don’t like them either." Jiang Nian ran to her desk and placed the apples on her workstation, "Just leaving them here for a bit."
"Huh?" Qingbao was puzzled.
"Soone else gave them to , and there’s no room for them in the classroom." Jiang Nian spoke frankly, "Leaving them here with you, I’ll pick them up tomorrow."
"Oh, I see." Qingbao nodded.
She wasn’t embarrassed either, as she didn’t want the students’ apples. But it was hard to refuse, and she’d be in trouble if Jiang Nian gave them to her.
But considering how much Jiang Nian was disliked, this unexpected action was sowhat within reason.
"Alright." Jiang Nian was about to leave.
He suddenly glanced over and focused on Qingbao’s white plastic basket. It was full and neatly arranged with apples.
The packaging had blessings written on it, which looked quite impressive.
Qingbao was truly an Enchanting Demon.
"Teacher, are all these apples for you?" Jiang Nian’s eyes widened like a dog in shock, "Oh my god, can’t even fit in one basket?"
"Yes." Qingbao sighed, looking troubled, "They were given by the students in my class, I refused so of them."
"So are from students I used to teach in parallel and key classes. I can’t manage them; they just leave them and go."
This ti he truly encountered a real Enchanting Demon.
Jiang Nian didn’t hurry to leave. He pulled up a chair and sat down.
"Teacher, why are you so popular?"
Qingbao frowned, thought for a mont, then looked up.
"Maybe... because I’m pretty?"
....
Tap, tap, tap.
Leaving the comprehensive office, Jiang Nian thought to himself that Qingbao was indeed quite narcissistic. As they say, good students co from good teachers, there’s so truth to that.
Case solved, the root of narcissism is with Qingbao.
When he entered the classroom, the evening self-study had already started for over ten minutes.
He sat down empty-handed and glanced at the apples on his desk. They were from two male classmates and the arts committee mber, Little Skylark.
Oh, that’s not a problem then.
Zhang Ningzhi was writing her assignnt and looked at him. She didn’t ask Little Skylark why she gave him apples; she could already guess what he would say.
Not close, just friends, I don’t know either.
Jiang Nian unfolded his test paper and focused on his task. He felt relieved that Zhang Ningzhi didn’t ask, but even if she did, it wouldn’t matter.
Not close, just friends, I don’t know either.
These three phrases work really well.
In reality, they weren’t close, at most he talked to Little Skylark occasionally. But if she insisted on giving them, so be it; he didn’t give apples himself anyway.
After the second evening self-study session.
Jiang Nian didn’t plan to wander around; the situation wasn’t controllable at the mont. If there were more incidents, it would be hard to explain.
Staying in the classroom wasn’t an option either; there were too many people watching.
He pondered for a mont and slowly wandered outside the classroom. He found a spot with fewer people but not far away and stood by the railing to enjoy the night breeze.
After standing for a while, he felt it wasn’t very safe.
He turned his head, looked around, and pulled over Huang Fang as she passed by. He dragged her to the railing and seriously asked.
"Fangfang, what do you think the aning of life is?"
Huang Fang was almost sweating, eyes wide in shock.
"I want to go to the bathroom."
"Just hold on until the class is over; it’s alright to hold it for a bit." Jiang Nian shalessly said, "So tell , what do you think the aning of life is?"
Not far away, Zhang Ningzhi had just exited the classroom.
She glanced casually and saw Jiang Nian pulling and pushing Huang Fang. She rolled her eyes, thinking, this guy is truly shaless.
Then, she happily went to find Yao Beibei.
In the classroom, the lights were bright.
Sun Zhicheng sat at his desk, swallowing nervously. His gaze shifted to Chen Yunyun in the front row, and he was torn inside.
He had given apples to everyone in the group except Chen Yunyun.
He even gave one to Lin Dong, the apple vendor, and upon hearing the price, Lin Dong was so moved he fainted on the spot.
Only Chen Yunyun was left.
He wished Chen Yunyun would take the initiative, walk up to him, slightly cheeky yet with a smile, and ask.
"Where’s my apple?"
"Acheng, you’re daydreaming again." Lin Dong rose from his desk, "That expression of yours is like you’ve just finished recording sothing."
Sun Zhicheng: "...."
He didn’t have ti to argue with Lin Dong, he was about to muster the courage to talk to Chen Yunyun.
Suddenly, Chen Yunyun stood up, and to Sun Zhicheng’s surprise, she called out to Wang Yuhe, who was still working on her problems.
The two girls each holding an apple box, left the classroom together.
Seeing this, his heart completely sank.
In the corridor.
Huang Fang was witnessing, forlorn, as Jiang Nian accepted an apple from Yu Zhiyi. They even exchanged a few foul words, not remotely staged.
"What kind of attitude is that?"
"What about it?"
"I gave you an apple, yet you can’t even say one nice thing!" Yu Zhiyi was infuriated, her chest rising and falling intensely.
"Then how about I give you a kneel?" Jiang Nian sneered indifferently, "The biology class representative forcing a fellow student to kneel."
Yu Zhiyi turned away, "Screw you!"
Halfway down the hall, she spotted Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe approaching. With a sly smile, she pursed her lips, waved, and left.
Chen Yunyun looked at her and then at Jiang Nian not far away.
Hmm.....
Wang Yuhe actually had no ill feelings towards Yu Zhiyi. After all, Yu Zhiyi had praised her for being aweso before; she’s a nice person.
Quite the discerning eye!
"Here’s an apple for you." Chen Yunyun handed it over, though her gaze fell on his hands, which appeared apple-free.
Of course, Huang Fang was holding them.
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