"Jiang Nian! You actually sneaked a bite!" Yao Beibei lightly punched Jiang Nian from behind.
He was just eating a plum vegetable cake and chatting when he was suddenly subjected to the Dragon Ascending Fist. Instinctively, he turned around, and a small piece of the cake in his hand was snatched away.
"Why did you guys co down here too?"
"To use the bathroom in the administration building." Yao Beibei spoke without any reservations.
Zhang Ningzhi, standing next to her, instantly blushed and regretted following Yao Beibei here.
The two sovereigns of chaos et, heaven knows what blasphemous things might be said.
Jiang Nian casually introduced to the two girls, "This is my friend from our previous class."
It was just a brief eting, no need to introduce nas.
Then he simply introduced Le Zhi, "This is my deskmate, and the other one is Huang Beibei."
"My surna is Yao! It’s your surna that’s Huang!" Yao Beibei was triggered.
"Oh oh, I mixed it up."
"Mix up your head! You did it on purpose!" Yao Beibei shouted noisily.
She gestured wildly, snatching away the remaining half of the plum vegetable cake and sharing it with Zhang Ningzhi.
"Beibei."
Zhang Ningzhi covered her face and pulled her away, while giving Jiang Nian a box of strawberry-flavored fruit milk as compensation for Yao Beibei snatching the cake.
Le Zhi watched in a daze from behind, "That Huang... your girlfriend?"
"Stop watching too much ’School Days,’ where could I possibly get so many girlfriends?" Jiang Nian finished the last bite of his plum vegetable cake, "Let’s go, let’s go, it’s ti for the math test."
"You have way too many regular classmates, don’t you?" Le Zhi followed him upstairs, thinking that the other girl seed prettier, but that Huang sothing had a better relationship with Jiang Nian.
"By the way, is Yu Tongjie in your class?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Ah... nothing, just asking." Le Zhi felt embarrassed to ntion Yu Tongjie cursing at the dining table since he himself was among those cursed.
Seeing Jiang Nian’s reaction, he probably didn’t know about this, so there was no need to ntion it. To avoid offending both Jiang Nian and Yu Tongjie, playing it safe.
"Oh oh, I’m just so-so with him." Jiang Nian adopted diplomatic language.
If it were in the past, he would directly tell Le Zhi that "Yu Tongjie is an idiot." Now that they drifted apart, he needed to pay attention to the impact.
They parted ways on the third floor, ready to go their separate ways.
Jiang Nian was about to go upstairs when Xu Qianqian suddenly appeared in the hallway with Song Xiyun. Noticing the fruit milk in Jiang Nian’s hand, she lifted her hand and patted his shoulder.
"Hmm?"
"Give thirty yuan." Xu Qianqian stretched out her hand, her snow-white palm facing up, "I’m treating Xiyun to lunch, I’ll pay you back when I get ho."
Slurp slurp, makes you want to lick it.
"I’ll give you fifty, no need to pay back." Jiang Nian pulled out a fifty from his pocket and slapped it on her hand.
Xu Qianqian: "So generous?"
Seeing her put the money in her pocket, Jiang Nian continued.
"...No need to pay back the fifty, just pay back one hundred yuan as late fees. We accept WeChat, Alipay, cash, Q-coin, King’s points, you na it, babe."
"Get lost!" Xu Qianqian dragged Song Xiyun away, "I’m not paying back, just dock my credit score."
Le Zhi hadn’t taken a few steps before looking back in surprise at this scene. He couldn’t help starting to count his fingers, Jiang Nian’s words downstairs echoing in his ears.
"Stop watching too much ’School Days,’ where could I possibly get so many girlfriends?"
No way... dude, did you level up a class and get an ani bonus too? Alright, alright, playing like this? Wait a second, I’ll go get you so snacks from the kitchen!
Le Zhi watched Jiang Nian turn and head upstairs with the fruit milk, then he turned back to his class.
The math class representative had already taken the test papers and was counting them with his head down on the podium.
After sitting down, a sudden impulse made Le Zhi glance at Zhou Yuting. She was tying a low ponytail, lying on the desk morizing vocabulary, looking as though she was indifferent to the world.
He thought to himself, this is the last chance to level up a class.
When it cos to filling positions, Zhou Yuting probably won’t make it into Jiang Nian’s class. But according to the rumor mill, filling a position in the Olympic competition class shouldn’t be a problem.
So it turns out, in the end, I’m the only one left in the parallel class?
He started to regret withdrawing late, as he watched the blank test papers pass from the front to the back. He wondered if he had studied during sumr vacation, if things would be different now....
Class 403.
At first glance at the math test paper, Jiang Nian imdiately checked the last few big questions, his expression changed.
"Trigonotric functions, solid geotry, der...ivatives? How is there a conic section too! Damn...."
After two weeks of hard studying, he was utterly baffled by derivatives. Once you finish the first sub-question of conic sections, you can go back to write the second sub-question of solid geotry.
Which smart-aleck wrote these questions, damn dog.
Needless to say, Jiang Nian’s math was really bad. Normally, if you’re good at math, you won’t be bad at physics either, and your scores in other sciences won’t be too low, making it easily possible to get into a second-tier university.
But now, Jiang Nian has strengthened his liberal arts, while math and physics remain his weak points. He did put in a lot of effort, but you can’t beco chubby with just one bite.
He wrote everything he could, skipped what he couldn’t, and estimated losing at least thirty points. After finishing the entire paper, he actually had ten minutes left.
He looked around at his classmates, each showing a different expression.
So were writing frantically, so were looking around, scratching their heads. So were popping pimples, picking at dried fruit, biting pen caps, and staring at the blackboard in a daze.
Zhang Ningzhi seed not to have finished either, her math was always over one hundred twenty or more, and she was still writing furiously. Yao Beibei was also at a one hundred twenty-three level, but she was sitting in the corner, couldn’t be seen.
Ma Guojun was the sa, still writing, the chubby guy curled up in a ball. His face red and warm, his mouth moving quickly, probably cursing the exam creator’s parents.
That hand on the desk, looked like Doraemon’s bun hand.
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