CHAPTER 492: CHAPTER 406: SPENDING A FRIEND’S MONEY (PART 2)

"I almost have to go back now?" He stood up.

Upon hearing this, Li Qingrong also stood up.

"I’ll walk you out."

Jiang Nian didn’t refuse and glanced at her.

"Just take me to the entrance of the neighborhood, my home isn’t too far from here."

Li Qingrong originally intended to get her car keys, but seeing Jiang Nian’s serious expression, she hesitated and withdrew her hand.

"Okay."

As they went outside, Li Qingrong was still wearing that purple windbreaker.

A girl wearing purple really has her own charm.

"Qingqing, your skin is so fair." Jiang Nian swallowed, momentarily overwhelmed by his childish thoughts.

"Huh?" Li Qingrong touched her face.

She couldn’t quite follow Jiang Nian’s train of thought. Sometimes he seemed reliable, but other times, quite childish.

The two weren’t on the same wavelength at all, it was hard to tell what kind of content Jiang Nian’s channel broadcasted.

Fruity Robo-Bo?

During morning study, Li Qingrong occasionally heard Jiang Nian and Li Hua passionately singing together, and this was the song they sang.

Under the streetlights, their steps were slow.

Their shadows stretched infinitely, finally intertwining.

"Were your parents not good to you before?" Jiang Nian suddenly changed the topic.

"Yeah." Li Qingrong’s eyes dimmed, "They want to reconcile with me, but I’m not eager to see them."

"Your parents are..."

Li Qingrong started speaking, leaving Jiang Nian a bit stunned.

"I have a sister who is currently providing for my living expenses. If nothing goes wrong, she’ll continue to do so until I start working."

"Oh, that’s nice." Jiang Nian didn’t press further, thinking to himself, "Qingqing, I have money too."

"Huh?" Li Qingrong turned to look at him, slightly puzzled.

By now, they had walked halfway. The neighborhood gate was only dozens of meters away.

Under the streetlights, Jiang Nian looked at her and said.

"Good friends can share money too. Although it’s not much now, it’s enough for your studies."

Indeed, the class president’s parents aren’t ordinary people. They seem to be actively trying to reconcile with their daughter, Li Qingrong.

But for now, there’s no room for reconciliation between them.

After all, the class president is almost an adult.

Financially, she has the support of her sister Li Lanying. In terms of her character, she is independent and not constrained by her parents.

Jiang Nian could see that the class president was naive, not foolish. She clearly understood that her sister was just mediating.

Therefore, she didn’t have the courage to outright refuse.

Hence, Jiang Nian offered her a new option. She didn’t have to choose it, but it gave her an extra way out.

Upon hearing this, Li Qingrong was stunned.

In her daze, Jiang Nian’s figure overlapped with memories from years ago. The world once again burst with brightness because of the youth’s bravery.

She lowered her head, not knowing what to say.

So, under the streetlight, she hugged Jiang Nian directly.

......

Jiang Nian walked home, his slender shadow stretched out infinitely.

The riverbank wasn’t too far from home, so he planned to walk back. The night wind blew through, clearing his excited mind a bit.

"My head’s flooded with blood."

Jiang Nian clicked his tongue, savoring the sensation of being hugged by the class president. First a whiff of fragrance filled his chest, then came a soft feeling.

Great, we’ve been saved.

Not the Cushion Superman!

At midnight, the darkness deepened.

Jiang Nian walked alone down the street when his phone suddenly vibrated.

He thought it was his mom calling, and with a guilty conscience, he took out his phone, only to see a message from the class president.

"Are you home? (smile)"

The more Jiang Nian looked at that smiley face, the harder it became to keep a straight face.

"So, Qingqing, maybe switch up your emojis next time. Smiling isn’t the be-all and end-all of emojis."

Buzzz, the class president immediately responded.

"Oh oh (funny)."

Jiang Nian found it even harder to maintain his composure and typed a reply.

"(Funny) isn’t used like that."

It seemed... there wasn’t really anything wrong with using it like that, it just looked more sarcastic. So was this what the class president really meant?

(Thinking like Pleasant Goat), (Sudden realization).

Li Qingrong: "Okay (slacking)."

Jiang Nian felt the class president’s style was being ruined by these emojis, so he briefly explained how long it would take him to get home.

"I’ll let you know when I’m there, okay?"

Li Qingrong: "Okay (smile)."

After ending the chat with the class president, he noticed Xu Qianqian had also sent him a message.

"Not coming back?"

Jiang Nian immediately sent over a few question marks, wondering how she knew he hadn’t returned.

"I’m at home."

"Liar, Aunt Li asked me ten minutes ago." Xu Qianqian sent a smiley emoji, quite sarcastically.

"I said you were at my place doing test papers."

"Thanks, Xu Shao (fist gesture)." Jiang Nian felt a tinge of gratitude; this was the most human Xu Shao had ever been.

"I thought you’d say I was out for a foot massage, judging others by oneself."

"No way, how could that be." Xu Qianqian sent a smile, "I said you wanted to go out drinking and fighting, so I confiscated your money."

"Too embarrassed to see friends, so you could only do test papers at my place."

Jiang Nian chuckled, sending a thumbs-up emoji.

"Xu Shao, you’re really a great person, I’ve got 24 missed calls on my phone (smile)."

Xu Qianqian: "(Confused) Did you say thank you?"

"Thanks, Xu Shao."

Putting down his phone, Jiang Nian let out a sigh of relief.

In fact, those 24 missed calls were fictional. He had no other hobbies but enjoyed telling small lies.

After he got home,

he first knocked on Xu Qianqian’s door, sniffing his clothes beforehand to ensure no lingering scent of the class president.

Amusing, being sneaky is second nature now because of Qingbao.

A minute later, footsteps approached from distant to near. This time, Xu Shao didn’t sneak, nor did she crouch by the door.

Evidently, she hadn’t expected Jiang Nian to knock on her door so late.

The door opened a crack, revealing the disdainful face of the girl.

"Back from a date?"

"Hmm?" Jiang Nian was a bit flustered by her question, then realized, "Did you really say I went drinking?"

"Didn’t say anything." Xu Qianqian glanced at him impatiently, "If you have something to say, say it. If not, I’m closing the door."

"Hey, let me see your foot." Jiang Nian said something quite strange, then squeezed in skillfully from the doorframe.

"No need to look, it’s healed." Although Xu Qianqian was reluctant, she still demonstrated her limping walk.

"This is what you call healed?" Jiang Nian squatted, poked at her foot and held it, "I’m an old doctor, let me see."

"I’ll know if it’s sick once I lick it."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qianqian’s face turned crimson. She struggled free suddenly, unable to put on her socks in time, pulling her foot back.

"You’re a pervert!"

"Of course not, I just wanted to see if you’re really healed." Jiang Nian picked up the sock on the ground, looking at it and then at Xu Qianqian again.

Xu Qianqian’s face darkened, "If you take a sip, I’ll call the police immediately."

"What are you saying, what’s that supposed to mean?" Jiang Nian reacted quickly, "That’s slander, I’ll contact my lawyer."

Xu Qianqian was speechless, having no energy left to be angry with him due to his antics.

"I’m truly healed."

Saying this, she seriously walked a bit. It did seem like she had no major issues, implying that earlier she had feigned it.

Quite a character, Xu Qianqian.

But Jiang Nian didn’t mind too much, as Old Xu was never home, and didn’t care about Xu Qianqian. A picture of an absentee parent.

It may seem selfish this way, but perhaps he did it purposely, wanting everyone to be disappointed in him.

That way, he could support Xu Qianqian with the money he earned working hard. Settling Xu Qianqian, he could leave without any attachments.

If Jiang Nian didn’t look after Xu Qianqian, who would care for her?

The yellow hair...

One shot to the head, it’d be himself with yellow hair!

After some back-and-forth, Jiang Nian returned to his own home next door. After dropping by his bag, he proceeded to knock on Xu Qianqian’s door. Before knocking, he sniffed his clothes to make sure there were no lingering scents from the class president.

One minute later, footsteps were heard approaching the door. This time Xu Shao didn’t walk quietly, nor did she crouch by the door.

Evidently, she didn’t expect Jiang Nian to knock on her door so late.

The door opened a crack, revealing her face, full of disdain.

"Back from a date?"

"Hmm?" Jiang Nian felt a twinge of guilt at her remark.

"Reconciled with Zhou Yuting?"