CHAPTER 471: CHAPTER 390: BEATING UP THE CHEF AFTER A FULL MEAL

Night fell, and the evening study bell rang.

Jiang Nian lay on the desk doing test papers, with a thin, bright light overhead. His soft black hair covered his head, and the lines of his profile were clean and sharp.

In the cold lunar December, he was only wearing two thin layers.

Li Qingrong reached out from the desk behind and poked him. Her face showed no expression. She tilted her head slightly, showing a puzzled expression.

"Aren’t you cold?"

"Cold." Jiang Nian sniffed, his gaze dropping to her hand, "My body isn’t cold, but my hands are a bit cold."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingrong hesitated for a moment.

"Then..."

However, just as she raised her hand.

Who knew, Zhang Ningzhi in the front row suddenly turned around angrily and tossed a pair of pink gloves into Jiang Nian’s arms.

"For you! No need to thank me."

Jiang Nian chuckled, not feeling embarrassed at all, and put them on directly.

"Now I’m a bit hot."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ningzhi’s face flushed slightly.

She had acted impulsively just now without much thought. The gloves were just taken off her hands, naturally still warm.

Annoying! Blame it on the sneaky cat!!

"Oh, then take them off." Zhang Ningzhi lay on the desk and turned her head away, "Ungrateful little person!"

"What... what person?"

"A petty person!"

"No, Zhizhi." Jiang Nian was stunned, "Mixing Chinese and English is really low, don’t play like that next time."

"You are just a petty person, and to think I even gave you..." Zhang Ningzhi muttered softly, in a voice only the two of them could hear.

Hearing this, Jiang Nian was a bit speechless.

It would have been fine if Zhang Ningzhi hadn’t mentioned it, but now he was reminded of the afternoon memory again.

Ever since Zhang Ningzhi delivered the chicken soup, the two teams continued practicing, and this time Jiang Nian, the center forward, got special attention.

The opponents didn’t even want the ball, three or four people surrounded him. He couldn’t even touch the ball, let alone dribble and shoot.

No matter how he broke through, he was blocked, even by his own teammates.

Li Hua laughed cheekily, moving as if no one was around on the field.

"This is the most wonderful start ever! Cheer for me, cheer for...celebrate! I must cherish this moment!"

After scoring a goal, he ran around the field with open arms, then knelt on the ground to celebrate heavily.

Even later, their own goalkeeper Ma Guojun scored a goal.

Damn, it was really foolish.

But this wasn’t Zhizhi’s fault, it was all Luo Yong’s fault. If it weren’t for him abandoning the team for a date at a milk tea shop, it wouldn’t have been like this.

Evening self-study was to prepare for the weekly test, and just as the evening study ended, Luo Yong returned.

He was carrying cheap milk tea, offering it to the six active members of the team. But the few were resentful, having lost interest in the milk tea.

"Take it away, take it away, had it in the afternoon."

"I’m not drinking, can’t drink anymore."

"Ugh, get lost, you didn’t train."

Jiang Nian also felt resentful towards Luo Yong, and pushed away the milk tea he offered, considering using a substitute if things didn’t work out.

"Did your date go well?"

"Ugh, don’t mention it." Luo Yong was annoyed, "All her dorm mates were there, I barely said a few words even though I was treating everyone."

Hearing this, Li Hua couldn’t hold back.

"What’s this rubbish date, isn’t that purely an ATM?"

Luo Yong turned red at Li Hua’s words, and after holding back for a while, he finally said.

"She’s a bit shy."

Li Hua laughed, thinking to himself, asking you to pay doesn’t seem shy.

It’s a pity brave Luo Yong didn’t come in the afternoon, or he’d know what temporary training for a lifetime of shyness was.

Have to say, Jiang Nian was indeed born for this!

"No worries, learn from mistakes." Jiang Nian didn’t say much, "Just don’t sneak off during tomorrow afternoon’s game."

"Got it." Luo Yong promised, but hesitated for a moment before saying, "Nian, I don’t want to give up yet."

"Okay, as long as it doesn’t delay the game." Jiang Nian waved his hand, already thinking about finding someone to replace Luo Yong.

It’s not a bad idea, just in case he messes things up.

At this moment, Tao Ran walked into the classroom, holding a stack of test papers and answer sheets. With a bang, he placed them on the podium, coughed a few times and said.

"Weekly test, clear your desks, sit according to your student number."

The classroom suddenly erupted in a chaotic ocean of noise.

Jiang Nian took off the light pink gloves, stuffed them into Zhang Ningzhi’s coat pocket, and patted the sulking Zhang Ningzhi.

"Let’s go, time for the weekly test."

"Hmph!"

....

The weekly test, he could sit alongside the class monitor for the exam again.

Hooray!

The hallway was crowded, and as Yu Zhiyi brushed past Jiang Nian, he looked a bit sneaky and whispered.

"Sent it to you."

"Hmm?" Jiang Nian was momentarily confused, then remembered a certain agreement he had with Yu Huoying, "Oh, got it."

So funny, Yu Zhiyi’s secretive face.

Sneaky about everything, aren’t you?

Jiang Nian didn’t think much of it, secretly noting that there were some stories about the place called Zhen Nan, even ordinary things felt rebellious.

I have a friend who doesn’t really like that kind of fiery stuff.

He originally wanted to take out his phone to take a look but saw the class monitor had already gone over. So, he quickly ran over.

"Where’s my answer sheet?"

Upon hearing this, Li Qingrong hesitated for a moment, then handed over her answer sheet with her name on it.

"Here."

"No, there’s an answer sheet missing here." Jiang Nian pushed her answer sheet back, "I’ll ask Tao Ran for one."

In no time, Jiang Nian brought new answer sheets over.

He kept one, passing the rest behind. Just as he was about to sit down, he suddenly noticed there was already an answer sheet on his desk.

Upon closer inspection, it even had names pre-written.

Li Qingrong (crossed out), Jiang Nian.

The handwriting was neat and tidy, lined up nicely. Only that slash was a bit of an eyesore, as if it was an attempt to erase it.

No, doesn’t that mean using an old answer sheet for himself? Even as the monitor, can she bully honest people like this?

Biting the bullet, Jiang Nian gave in. In this day and age, being too honest as a guy tends to make you suffer, getting all sorts of tricks from girls.

"Then I’ve got my answer sheet, so where’s yours?"

Li Qingrong lowered her eyes, looking at the desk.

"It’s missing."

Okay, okay, lying with your eyes wide open.

"Alright, I just happen to have a new answer sheet." He sat down, thought for a moment, and wrote her name on it.

Originally intended to write just the class monitor’s name and be done with it, but then decided to add his own name too, and then scratched it out with a stroke.

Well, now it’s auspicious.

Although superstitions aren’t needed, a bit of luck can’t hurt. Anyway, it’s an easy task, and Old Liu never bothers to change the answer sheets.

Li Qingrong took the answer sheet and looked at it, her expression was quite subtle.

"Hmm."

Jiang Nian also picked up his pen and looked again before starting on the questions. The two names side by side really seemed... well, you know.

He imagined hearing, "Happy newlyweds" passing by his ears.

He shook his head, feeling he’s been a bit obsessed lately. It’s definitely because he’s watched less of those scenes, a little Bocchi will fix it.

The language exam ended, and Jiang Nian handed in the answer sheet.

Tao Ran was sorting test papers upfront and suddenly saw a sheet with Li Qingrong (crossed out) Jiang Nian, finding himself caught in an awkward position.

Even collecting test papers could stuff him with such embarrassment.

But thinking about Jiang Nian’s unreliability, he wasn’t too surprised and decided to put the answer sheet on top.

Can’t let me be the only one stuffed, Old Liu should see this too.

Unaware of this, Jiang Nian returned to his seat and went off to relieve himself in the bathroom. While there, he glanced at his phone and was immediately stunned.

Huh?

What was sent?

Besides packaged online physics lectures, some key points and question PDF formats, there was also a video.

Gulp, black stockings.

No, did she misunderstand something?

Asking her to film a small video with her real name, wishing him to score 650 in provincial exams. Such good fun between bros, how did it turn sour?

It’s all Yu Zhiyi’s fault!

Li Hua was about to leave and turned around, seeing Jiang Nian fussing over his belt. Couldn’t help being speechless and mocked.

"Let’s go, let’s go."

"Um... you go ahead, the thread’s loose." Jiang Nian looked down adjusting his belt, "These lousy pants, how did they..."

Li Hua: "??? Idiot."

This time, Jiang Nian generously chose to forgive this rebellious one. Silent for a small moment, then left the bathroom.

After saving the physics material, he casually replied to the message.

"You’re incredible!"

"Hmm?" Yu Zhiyi replied instantly, proving she was also on her phone, "Finish eating and start some drama, what kind of person are you!"

"What are you saying?" Jiang Nian criticized a couple of times, replying, "Call again, and I’ll appoint you class rep someday."

"Bro, my bad." Yu Zhiyi kneeled, "You got the physics material, right? Pull Little Yu up in biology next time."

"That’s more like it." Jiang Nian put away his phone.

Weekly exam, fourth period evening self-study.

The hallways of each class were brightly lit, bustling with noise.

Jiang Nian headed towards Class Three, his expression gradually becoming more composed. The physics essentials arrived, all set except for the final push.

points, a rather subtle number.

Breaking through that thin layer would bring an unprecedented wonderful feeling. Determined to devour it!

Give me cheers... cheers.

Damn, dates.

In the classroom, Yang Qiming looked up at Jiang Nian. After hearing him, he was slightly surprised.

"I play left forward?"

He revealed the expression of "I’ll go fight Sun Wukong," disbelief written all over his face.

"Not really, I can’t play soccer, right?"

"You can, right?"

"Of course not, what do you think I am?" Yang Qiming was a bit annoyed too, "A sports all-star?"

"Not... isn’t that right?" Jiang Nian questioned.

Yang Qiming was about to refuse when he turned and saw Yu Zhiyi and Zhou Yuting watching him, he couldn’t help but put on a Zhang Wei smile.

"Indeed, I’m quite familiar with soccer."

Jiang Nian was caught off guard but continued to invite.

"Come on, our original forward seems deflated. Without you, the all-star, we can’t win the class match."

Hearing this, Yang Qiming felt delighted.

"Ha ha ha, no problem!"

Zhou Yuting glanced at Jiang Nian and then at the big guy Yang Qiming, thinking he really is a persuasive guy.

But, she hadn’t seen him play soccer before.

Might go check it out tomorrow if there’s time.

....

The language office.

Old Liu returned from a meeting, planning to take a key and go off-duty. Shower at home, have his wife light a cigarette, and get ready for page games!

He was just about to leave when his eyes caught the collected answer sheets.

Huh?

What’s this, Li Qingrong... Jiang Nian?

He thought he’d seen it wrong, wondering if the meeting brought hallucinations. Can this precarious path still reach the other side?

Looking closer, his eyes were clear.

The name section displayed Li Qingrong (crossed out) Jiang Nian, the handwriting distinct. Rubbing with his hand, the ink was long dry.

Old Liu was stunned for a few seconds, completely baffled.

His class monitor, the hope for promotion and salary raise. Even the darling of the entire senior year, how... how!

For a moment, he felt dizzy.

It took a few minutes to compose himself. Comforting himself, maybe it’s just an accident, can’t be the same with another sheet.

He bowed his head to search for Li Qingrong’s answer sheet, pulled one out.

Jiang Nian (crossed out) Li Qingrong.

The sky fell.

Old Liu was infuriated, wanting to rush to the classroom. But just as he lifted his foot, he forcibly stopped, couldn’t do this.

Obstacles are also matchmaking.

Forget it, bring Jiang Nian out tomorrow. After all, he hasn’t settled the account for skipping self-study with others last time.

Evening self-study dismissal.

Jiang Nian returned the gloves he wore during a period to Zhang Ningzhi, with a sharp comment before leaving.

"Not warm enough, won’t wear next time."

"You!!" Zhang Ningzhi fumed, punching his waist, "You were the one who wanted to wear them!"

"So what, can’t you just say if you don’t want?" Jiang Nian looked like he deserved a beating, then his waist got punched several more times.

Sickening Zhizhi is terrifying, can’t get it but destroy it.