Lying on the desk, continuing to play Bakugan.
Jiang Nian glanced over and comnted sharply.
"Stupid dog toy."
"Chi...."
"Let play with it."
"Hey, your mom..."
"Group....."
With a bit of manipulation, Jiang Nian ended up with two sets of Bakugan cards in his hand. Tossing them around, he was having a blast.
Zhang Ningzhi lay on the desk, peeking at him with one eye from the bend of her arm.
Staring~~
Yet, Jiang Nian continued playing.
Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore. She reached out and patted Jiang Nian's shoulder, looking at him seriously as she spoke.
"I have psychological issues."
Without hesitation, Jiang Nian reached into the drawer and pulled out a sharp compass.
"Gotta bleed it out."
Seeing this, Li Hua exclaid, "Whoa, how did my compass end up with you?"
"I picked it up."
"Chi Shi!"
Zhang Ningzhi was startled, thinking he really was going to stab her finger, so she quickly stuffed both hands in her pockets.
"Don't stab !"
The comnt was too insulting, Jiang Nian couldn't respond. He put the compass away, after all, it was his own.
"I don't understand psychological issues; I'll bring you a small cake tomorrow."
"Sure!" Zhizhi instantly cheered up, especially since it was given by a certain soone. "Where are you going to buy the cake?"
"At that crossroad place, Fyell Snow," he said.
A slightly more expensive shop, Jiang Nian didn't know where it was located because he didn't eat that kind of stuff; he could only say he'd try his best.
However, this did lead Zeng You to discover a blind spot. There's no magic lamp in reality, but there is a psychological commissioner.
Turns out, you can make a wish as long as you have psychological issues?
He turned around, coughed, and spoke.
"I have psychological problems too."
"Masturbate less."
A burst of laughter erupted around them, Zhang Ningzhi turned her head, ears slightly red, thinking Jiang Nian was so dirty.
In the sixth group, it's hard to erge unstained from the mud.
"Not quite..." Zeng You froze.
Emperor Fangfang had just finished writing an assignnt, turned her head, and joined in the fun with a laugh.
"I also have issues."
"I can tell." Jiang Nian reached out and touched her forehead, "Quite ill indeed, I'll bring you one too."
Zeng You: "???"
In the third session of night self-study, Old Liu returned after a eting. The grade group had arranged tasks based on the list.
Because of this, he made a point to check the classroom before leaving work.
After walking around, he announced it in passing. About the position change of the psychological commissioner, now temporarily handled by Jiang Nian.
Naturally, this was seen as a minor position no higher than a trivial official.
The class's reaction was quite warm, with everyone jeering continuously.
"What does the psychological commissioner manage?"
"Sexual repression."
"Whoa, is it that authoritative?"
Jiang Nian was in the eye of the storm, called to the front by Old Liu to say a few words.
He stood on the podium, touched his face.
"If any classmates have any issues, you can co to . I will provide all assistance, except for help."
Once the speech ended, the class erupted in boos.
He then moved on to the main point, briefly discussing what constitutes abnormal psychological states.
How to self-check, how to schedule consultations and such.
Finally, applause filled the room, Jiang Nian returned to his seat, continuing to do his exercises until the end of night self-study.
....
As school approached, the classroom was chaotic.
Jiang Nian had packed his bag, idly waiting for school to end. Feeling soone watching him, he turned around.
"Mm?"
Li Qingrong looked away, calmly speaking.
"I also have a problem."
At first, Jiang Nian was stunned for two seconds. Thinking what kind of problem the class president could have, only realizing a few seconds later.
That's fine, co to my place and I'll slowly help you.
"Ask tomorrow then." Jiang Nian pointed at her, "You'd better not be soone who can't say a word when the ti cos."
Or, only makes monosyllabic sounds.
Not that it wouldn't work.
Li Qingrong turned her head, not responding to him. But the move still gave off a pouty sense.
Jiang Nian: "???"
After night self-study ended.
Xu Qianqian and another girl were walking in front, arms linked as they chatted, while Jiang Nian dawdled behind.
Most of the ti, this was the state the three of them were in.
There's no need to comnt on Jiang Nian and Xu Qianqian, their thigh-touching friendship. With Song Xiyun, it's also a bit ambiguous.
Too familiar, being together only makes things more casual.
Xu Qianqian said, "The entrance exam this ti wasn't hard; the questions were average, just don't know if the first mock exam will be hard."
"Should be quite difficult, the horoom teacher said..." Song Xiyun pondered, "Seems like it's at the level of the college entrance exam."
"Is it really accurate?" Xu Qianqian was skeptical.
Song Xiyun: "Probably."
Jiang Nian listened quietly to the two girls discussing, not wanting to intervene for the ti being, until they entered the alley and he spoke.
"Don't you think exams are dull without any stakes?"
Under the streetlight, the two girls turned their heads at his words.
"Huh?"
"What stakes?"
Jiang Nian said, "Like a wager or sothing. Don't you have anything you wish or desire?"
The two girls exchanged glances, hesitating slightly.
"It's not..... like I don't have one," Xu Qianqian said, "Need to see what stakes there could be."
"Mm." Song Xiyun nodded, expressing agreent.
Originally, she wasn't addicted to gas, but during the New Year, Jiang Nian made her develop one. Now, hearing about wishes, her hands itched unconsciously.
Always wanting to shuffle or do so farming.
"Hmm?" Jiang Nian stopped in his tracks, not holding out hope, just habitually testing the waters.
Who knew the two girls wouldn't refuse.
"So, what do you want?" he said seriously, "I've got so spare cash lately, I can cover it all."
"No way, can't beat you." Xu Qianqian shook her head, "Besides, you're so despicable, definitely plotting sothing."
"I won't..." Song Xiyun said.
Let's just say, won changing their minds faster than flipping pages. A chance of establishing hope one second, outright rejection the next.
Jiang Nian pondered for two seconds, pretending to be indifferent.
"Oh, okay then."
There's an old saying, success and failure refuse.
After going upstairs, Jiang Nian didn't go to Xu Qianqian's place. Instead, he went straight ho, freshened up, and sat at the desk.
Picked up his phone, Xu Qianqian sent a ssage.
"Agree to any conditions?"
Jiang Nian imdiately felt invigorated but didn't agree right away.
"Depends on what stakes you offer?"
Xu Qianqian: "(Disdain) Stop pretending, don't think I don't know what you want."
Jiang Nian typed a reply, "What?"
Xu Qianqian: "Then it's off."
Seeing this, Jiang Nian instinctively wanted to reply. But as his fingers touched the screen, he stopped, patiently waiting.
Once you lose the upper hand, you typically receive scraps.
It's a ntal ga now.
Whoever gets anxious loses. Only to be led by the nose, finally reluctantly agreeing.
After twenty minutes passed, just as Jiang Nian felt he had lost.
Buzz!
Xu Qianqian sent a ssage, "Angry?"
"No, I really am not a good person." He replied instantly this ti, first giving her a face-saving step.
What Xu Qianqian said was actually quite truthful.
Just lusted after her.
In the midst of the conflict between two sides, Jiang Nian's cards were laid bare. But because of this, the calr you must be.
Since Xu Qianqian sent a ssage, that ans she's prepared too.
But in the process of vying for control, also need to consider Xu Qianqian's feelings, or mutual understanding can't form.
Xu Qianqian: "You better know. (Thumbs Down)"
Jiang Nian didn't bring up that aspect anymore. After reaching an understanding, they switched topics.
"What do you want?"
He glanced at the screen, Xu Qianqian showed she was typing.
Buzz!
Jiang Nian unconsciously looked at the ssage, but found no new ssages in the chat bar. He instinctively exited, heart skipping slightly.
Song Xiyun, very rarely, sent him a ssage.
"Are you there?"
In the latest ssage bar, one girl hadn't replied, another sent a new ssage, Jiang Nian was a bit flustered too.
So, did Song Xiyun send it while bathing?
Or after returning to her room?
Jiang Nian typed back, "What's up?"
Song Xiyun once again fell into typing, he waited for a while without getting a reply, then opened Xu Qianqian's chat box.
She was typing too.
Holding the phone, Jiang Nian suddenly felt a strange sensation.
Silently, he thought, just send it.
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