Chapter 607: Chapter 383 You Go Do The Laundry_2
Cui Yu had never suffered such humiliation in his life:
“I could fuck off, how dare you with that leg, even Brother Gang wouldn’t lick it, and you’re secretly filming, have so self-awareness for fuck’s sake.”
Wang Yanyan seized on this, relentlessly attacking until Cui Yu, left with no choice, agreed not to demand an apology from Pang Jiao, in order to quell the conflict.
Afterward, Cui Yu thought maliciously, “Just you wait, Wang Yanyan.”
“From heaven above to the depths below, I will make you regret crossing !”
…
A few minutes later.
Class advisor Shan Qingrong entered Class 8 and sensed an unusual atmosphere, as if sothing were off.
After a thorough check and finding no particular issues, Shan Qingrong felt much relieved seeing Yuantong and Jiang Ning still there.
With the two top students unproblematic, nothing serious could happen. Publicly, he had Zhongfei helping manage the class; privately, he had Longlong making reports; this class was firmly under his control.
Dressed in a white shirt and trousers, Shan Qingrong stood at the podium: “Let’s have a class eting.”
“First, about the cafeteria tables, Zhongfei has already told you, let add a few points.”
“The principal said the cafeteria is to be improved, so regarding the taste, rest assured, we’ve hired experienced chefs.”
“Also, about hygiene, you often eat outside where the fried food uses such dirty oil, you know it better than , so if you eat in the cafeteria, don’t worry too much about food safety.”
Shan Qingrong saw Yuantong listening intently, which lifted his spirits.
After discussing the cafeteria, he followed the routine and talked about studies, like class division next sester.
The atmosphere of the class eting was relaxed; no need to use their brains, just listening was enough, a rare ti to unwind.
Five minutes before class ended, Shan Qingrong was done, and he went outside to the corridor to talk with Class 9’s advisor Gao Heshuai.
Chen Siyu and Bai Yuxia looked aningfully towards Yuantong.
Summoning his courage, Yuantong went out to talk to Shan Qingrong about the cafeteria.
…
During the long break, at the back.
The weather was getting hotter, and Guo Kunnan and his friends had completely given up their habit of running and exercising on the playground.
Guo Kunnan was playing with his cellphone; ever since his love life ended, his whole deanor had changed completely — calm, happy, independent.
He had recently beco obsessed with emulator gas, often playing GBA gas.
“Brother Ma, GBA gas are so fun, especially Pocket Monsters, I find catching creatures quite interesting, really engaging, I’m now past the second gym,” he said excitedly.
“These old gas are more fun than the current pay-to-win gas.” Since Guo Kunnan played Ti Space Hunter and was defeated by a wealthy player in the arena, he swore off those garbage gas.
Ma Shicheng was playing Mario, constantly jumping and hitting bricks, gold coins popping endlessly, an inexplicably pleasing feeling:
“Modern gas are all about card strategies, repetitive and boring.”
Guo Kunnan agreed and even roped Hu Jun into playing GBA gas, forming a group of nostalgic gars.
Wang Longlong was observing all around him from the middle of four joined desks.
Hu Jun was furiously swiping the screen, playing Castlevania: Aria of Sorrow; Miao Zhe stood behind him.
At one level, Miao Zhe pointed, “Take a backflip here, then hold fly to get straight through.”
Hu Jun tried it once and said, “No way.”
So Miao Zhe took the phone and showed him the maneuver.
Hu Jun exclaid, “Damn, it really works!”
Miao Zhe smiled, saying he had beaten the ga and ntioned that swiping on the screen wasn’t a good way to play; he had bought a gaming console.
“What kind of console?” asked Hu Jun.
Miao Zhe: “A PSP from the ga store outside, only over one hundred.”
Ma Shicheng: “PSP selling for just over one hundred?”
Miao Zhe said, “A dostic PSP.”
“These gas don’t have Chinese versions officially, only pirated,” he explained, since the pirated versions offered a better experience now.
Dan Xiao ca over, grinning, “So people in our school play the genuine version.”
Guo Kunnan asked, “Who, playing Pocket Monsters too? It would be good to exchange so tips.”
Gaming, after all, is more fun when more people play and share experiences.
Dan Xiao answered, “Next door, Lin Zida, plays on a 3DS, sothing like Pocket Monsters XY.”
Hearing this na, Guo Kunnan suddenly had nothing to say; he might have discussed it with others, but there was sothing about students from the gifted class that he just couldn’t connect with.
“Give it up, I’ll just stick to my own thing,” Guo Kunnan said, opting not to seek discomfort.
Dan Xiao ntioned, “Jiang Ning seems to play too. Last ti I saw him discussing it with Lin Zida.”
Guo Kunnan looked again at Jiang Ning in the row in front of him, feeling lancholic. Jiang Ning had previously been in the back row, occasionally playing gas with them. Now that the other party had moved to the front row, it felt like there was a distance between them.
Cradling a cup of milk custard, Lu Qiqi ate with delicate movents as she glanced over at the boys:
“Are gas that fun, you guys do it every day.”
Guo Kunnan responded, “What else is there to play if not gas?”
Lu Qiqi suggested, “How about dating? It’s great to have a relationship during high school years.”
Guo Kunnan replied dejectedly, “No girl likes .”
After several ups and downs, he had understood; he had liked Manman, he had liked Xu Yan, but in the end, all he got was exhaustion. He was tired and didn’t want to love anymore.
Speaking from a girl’s perspective and with so experience, Lu Qiqi said, “If you want to date, you have to take the initiative. Take her to eat delicious food, accompany her in fun activities, buy her things she likes. Don’t be afraid to make an effort.”
Ma Shicheng joked, “Lucky , I play Mario to save the Princess and even get so Gold Coins along the way.”
…
After the evening self-study period ended.
Sitting at the back, Xue Yuantong’s voice carried a bit more assertiveness, “Jiang Ning, it’s all set!”
She had sought out the horoom teacher to explain with whom she wanted to share a small dining table, asking for help in arranging it.
Shan Qingrong felt flattered at the mont; it had been almost a year, and Xue Yuantong had never approached him before.
Having this top student in the city and provincial scholar in their class, Shan Qingrong always felt a sense of unreality, afraid that one day she might leave.
Now, as they were nearing class division, the teacher of the neighboring Class 1, Hu Hou, was overly smug, and Shan Qingrong was anxious.
If Xue Yuantong were assigned to Class 1, Shan Qingrong would hate it. He had even been discussing with Director Yan whether they could turn Class 8 into an experintal class.
Being a key class in a prestigious university was no issue, right?
However, Director Yan had not directly responded.
Now that Xue Yuantong was asking for his help, Shan Qingrong wished she would co to him with issues every day, so she might just stay in Class 8.
He promised to make sure everything was well arranged for Xue Yuantong—to ensure she ate well and studied well!
Blowing in the night breeze, Xue Yuantong said, “Isn’t my contribution significant?”
Jiang Ning replied, “Impressive.”
“Hmph, wait until I go to the cafeteria. I’ll definitely eat well and eventually grow taller than you.”
Jiang Ning asked, “Oh, have you grown taller recently?”
Deliberately exaggerating a bit, Xue Yuantong claid, “I’ve grown two centiters, I’m now 155.”
Jiang Ning retorted, “I don’t believe it.”
“Are you doubting ?”
Jiang Ning confird, “Yes.”
Stubbornly, Xue Yuantong replied, “I’ll asure myself at ho and show you.”
Jiang Ning pedaled his mountain bike, cutting through the night sky, escorted by stars and the moon, swiftly heading towards the bungalow.
Upon arriving ho, they asured her height. Xue Yuantong, clinging onto Jiang Ning’s leg like a little bear, ultimately avoided being asured.
After showering, Xue Yuantong let down her ponytail, revealing long, straight black hair.
She slipped on a pair of sandals and quickly ran to Jiang Ning’s room, turning on the computer.
She had recently beco hooked on gaming, playing every night in Jiang Ning’s room until 11:30 before going ho to sleep.
Xue Yuantong invited, “Want to play a ga, a two-player ga?”
Even though playing gas with Jiang Ning could cause a bit of friction, it was generally a lot of fun, and she really wanted to play with him.
Jiang Ning was reading a book, “I’m not playing.”
Turning back, Xue Yuantong quickly started a ga round on her own, then suddenly exclaid,
“Ah, Jiang Ning, I forgot to wash my socks, what should I do?”
Secretly thrilled inside, she had actually done it on purpose, giving her an excuse to ask Jiang Ning to help her wash her socks.
Pleased with her own ‘genius’ plan, Xue Yuantong felt like a little genius.
“What should I do?” Jiang Ning put down his book and said, “Go wash your socks, I’ll play this round for you.”
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