CHAPTER 339: CHAPTER 299: EXPLOITATION FROM QINGBAO

The next day.

Jiang Nian woke up early, entering the classroom around 6:20 as usual.

Chatting with Li Qingrong last night was quite enjoyable, just too short. Didn’t really know what to talk about, ended with a few "um, ah" and that was it.

He was so tired he didn’t care much.

Maybe some people are just better to talk with in person, online seems dull.

Yu Zhiyi, because of too many test papers and tomorrow’s adulthood ceremony, got up early to write, her sitting posture close to the desk, little Yu lying on the desk to relax.

She looked up and saw it was Jiang Nian, looking surprised.

"Why are you here so early?"

Jiang Nian plopped his backpack onto the chair, striking a pose coolly.

"It’s always this early. Because I believe in ’hard work pays off’. "

Seeing this, Yu Zhiyi broke into a sweat, thinking how did Jiang Nian escape from the mental hospital again?

Playing awkward early in the morning.

She said, "Hard work pays off, but you’re not called Jiang Qin."

Jiang Nian was left awkward.

"Kid, that’s not funny at all."

"Is it? I think I have quite a lot of humor cells."

Yu Zhiyi habitually bantered with Jiang Nian, knowing well how sharp his tongue was. If not taking the initiative, you would definitely end up in a passive position.

"So, if you don’t get my humor, you should find the reason in yourself."

"Find a market, find." Jiang Nian said, carrying two thermos cups to get water, looked back twice before leaving.

Just about to leave through the back door, Yu Zhiyi suddenly stopped him.

"Hey, can you help me fill up the water?"

Jiang Nian paused, turned around, and came back.

"Oh, sure."

Hearing this, Yu Zhiyi’s smile grew wider, sweetly saying.

"Thanks a lot."

In the next moment, she saw Jiang Nian squatting directly in the aisle to tie his shoelaces, paused in surprise, thinking shouldn’t he take the cup first?

Not worried about Jiang Nian doing something to her cup, there’s no fear.

Not to that extent.

However, after tying his shoelaces tightly, Jiang Nian left directly, muttering to himself.

"Crazy, tying my shoelaces, what’s the thank you for?"

Yu Zhiyi’s smile froze instantly, her teeth gritting.

"Bastard....."

Morning self-study.

People in the class were reciting weakly, the noise of chit-chat gradually overshadowing the reading voice.

"Bro, is the outfit here?" Huang Caicai asked.

"Today, expedited delivery." Yang Qiming laughed heartily, a bit proud, "Rest assured, Caicai, it will definitely arrive on time."

"Haha, alright." Huang Caicai smiled awkwardly.

Looking down, his face turned a few shades paler. Not wanting to do such an embarrassing thing, wearing a mix of big and small weird outfits... can his face still be saved?

Originally, Huang Caicai thought it was just a joke.

But later he found out he was wrong, ridiculously wrong.

But once you start, you can’t go back, asking Yang to cancel now is clearly too late. After all, the money was already spent, even if it wasn’t his own... but...

He thought of Yang treating him to late-night snacks and realized the price of destiny’s gift had long been marked in secret.

"What outfit?" Zhou Yuting couldn’t help but ask.

These two had been speaking in riddles for a while, laughing and found it a bit annoying.

"The clothes for tomorrow, about to arrive." Yang Qiming really liked the big weird outfit; he specially took out a spare phone to show Zhou Yuting.

Before taking out his phone, he even glanced at the classroom door.

Zhou Yuting took one look and was thunderstruck.

"You guys wearing that outfit, are you crazy?"

"Tsk, you don’t appreciate it." Yang Qiming didn’t care, thought about it, and casually posted a brag on QQ Zone, blocking all high school classmates.

[Be brave once at eighteen.]

After posting on QQ, he tucked his phone into his book. He opened the friends list of junior high classmates one by one, eagerly stalking each one.

"This kid, once competed with me for a girl, went to Hangzhou to become a barber apprentice."

"Xie Linlin, damn, isn’t this the little class flower? Seems she got into the North Campus, always posting what, all selfies showing half of her face."

"Xiao Qiting, she looks pretty good too. Damn, no access permission!"

Yang Qiming’s lips curled up, completely lost in reminiscing the good old junior high days, faintly remembering that awkward first crush.

The one he liked was Xiao Qiting, but he always kept it buried inside, never confessed.

The adulthood ceremony is coming soon, should he be brave once?

Yang Qiming opened the chat box, gulped down a mouthful of saliva, nervously typed a line, and sent it.

"Are you there?"

She was online, but didn’t respond.

Not convinced, he sent another message.

"Old classmate, how have you been lately? (Haha)"

Hit send and a small line jumped out.

[Failed to send, please add the other person as a friend first.]

.....

Sun Zhicheng took advantage of the break during the first class to secretly check his phone.

Friday, after the English class is the safest.

He opened the small class group, originally intending to see if Chen Yunyun said anything in the group yesterday. To grasp first-hand information, keep it in mind.

This was a tactic he learned from online chatting; knowing the opponent leads to victory in every battle.

First gather information, casual conversation. Work on seemingly nonchalant details, to show that the seemingly world-weary self is actually always paying attention to her.

I! Have always been watching you!

Just thinking about it makes him feel warm inside.

He adeptly opened the group chat, planning to accurately search for messages in the group. Typed Chen Yunyun, and soon, seven or eight historical messages from last night appeared.

Sun Zhicheng clicked on the first one, [Shui Xiaoyue (Chen Yunyun): Someone in the class next door wore a red dinner dress, saw it made, looks beautiful.]

He quietly noted down the key information about the red dress from the next class, browsing through one by one.