CHAPTER 557: CHAPTER 453: IS THIS THE GOOD NEWS? (PART 2)

"That’s how the legend went on, Granny Liu’s initial test of romantic feelings."

"Chi Shi Chi Shi!" Li Hua covered his ears, unable to stand such words, "Can you stop making up vulgar nonsense, it’s too ridiculous."

"Nah, we love listening to it." Zeng You chuckled, "I stopped reading novels, this is way more interesting."

Wu Jungu also laughed; his presence in the class was not strong.

Over the months, he and Zeng You had become inseparable. Although it was not his original intention, he was now accustomed to living at school.

On weekends, he went to his aunt’s house for a meal to smooth out strained relations.

Everything’s getting better, except...

He turned his head slightly and glanced at Yu Zhiyi out of the corner of his eye. Seeing her chatting with the front and back desks, his heart felt no ripple.

Finally managed to climb up, there’s no going back.

...

Jiang Nian opened his skill panel and carefully examined the skill called "Good News," which he got from the last mission.

Tomorrow is Sunday, so he’s just free these two days.

Feeling a little curious, he mused.

"Let’s see what good news you have."

After using it, a text appeared out of thin air in Jiang Nian’s mind.

[Good News: At the back of the daily market (accurate location)... there’s a small golden fish buried 50 centimeters deep, lost in a dirt ditch five years ago.

Ever since the market was abandoned, it has been buried till now.]

After reading it, Jiang Nian couldn’t help but question.

"Huh?"

Byd, is this what they call good news?

The first task involves excavation, why is the system so sharp-headed?

Alright alright, mixing with the system, sooner or later I’ll be dining with Wu Xie. Such a precise location is indeed good news.

Buried, not deeply buried; not for the ancestors to hand over, must not surrender.

What? Prove it’s from your ancestors?

Haha.

Jiang Nian’s cousin works as a jewelry designer in a city company. During a recent gold trade-in event, she recovered four million worth of gold.

More than half of it didn’t have an invoice; when asked, it was said to be ancestral.

Would you collect the gold if an elderly walks into a shop with gold given by grandma? Unconvinced? Go find proof.

Prison, could be more humorous.

Anyway, burn it with a torch yourself. Having someone make a bracelet out of it, and if others still find out, there’s a ghost.

Of course, Jiang Nian wouldn’t do that.

He is a good man.

Find some time at noon to buy some tools, and while the sky is dark and fewer people are around, pick up the gold in the evening. Use this money to engage in the market economy.

If the gold is buried in the ground, how can the economy thrive! (Xiba Tone)

After the morning language self-study ended.

Yu Zhiyi got up from her seat to go to the bathroom, feeling a bit irritated this morning. In the dormitory, she couldn’t find her socks when she woke up.

Damn, are there mice in the dormitory?

After using the bathroom, she washed her hands and stealthily checked herself in the mirror. Seeing herself pleasing to the eye, she finally smiled.

Upon reaching the entrance of Class Three, suddenly, she heard someone from behind asking.

"Whose socks fell?"

In an instant, Yu Zhiyi stood frozen. Mechanically turned her head, looking down the corridor, a pink sock...

It’s hers.

Almost immediately, Yu Zhiyi’s mind went blank.

Where did the sock fall from?

She remembered her habit of undressing at night with socks and pants together. Obviously, the socks were inside the pants.

Wearing thick base pants in winter, she didn’t realize it.

She was dumbstruck, not daring to move. Afraid that the other sock would fall out of the pants leg, she stood aside, pretending to enjoy the view.

"Whose socks are these?"

Someone asked again, seeing no response, shouted aloud.

"Whose sock is this? Pink one!"

By the railing, Yu Zhiyi finished being embarrassed. Planning to, once the class bell rang, take out the socks from the pants while there were fewer people.

"What are you doing here?" Jiang Nian flicked off the water droplets on his hands and looked at the distant mountains, "It’s getting foggy, surely it’s going to be sunny."

Yu Zhiyi’s expression changed suddenly, thinking things are not good.

How did he come?

"Hmm... I suppose."

"Whose socks fell?" Jiang Nian turned his head to glance at the ground, raising his voice, "Whose socks fell?"

Hearing this, Yu Zhiyi found it all very grating.

Stop mentioning it, stop mentioning it.

Hurry up and leave!

"Dingdong! Students, it’s class time....."

Yu Zhiyi stood still, turning her head and finding Jiang Nian hadn’t left yet. She became speechless, wondering what was up with him.

"You... why aren’t you going back to class?"

Jiang Nian glanced at her, "Oh, I want to see if you would pick that sock back up."

"Ah!!!" Yu Zhiyi blushed instantly, transformed into a steam maiden, gritting her teeth, "Jiang Nian, what kind of person are you!"

"Hehe." Jiang Nian chuckled sneakily and wandered off slowly.

Bitterness swallowed the ire!

Yu Zhiyi clenched her fist, glanced at the fourth-floor corridor. Seeing no teachers around, she quickly crouched down, rummaging out the socks from the pants leg.

Looking up, Jiang Nian was at the classroom’s back door putting away his phone.

Chuckling.

With a boom, Yu Zhiyi was completely blown up.

Son of a bitch!

Old Liu rearranged some classes, swapping the first two classes with the third and fourth. This got everyone in the class excited, cheering loudly.

Because the last class wasn’t strictly checked, the whole class could watch videos now!

Awesome!

During the running exercises, they bumped into Chen Yunyun.

"Hey, new hairstyle?"

Chen Yunyun had a bun hairstyle with a black hair tie. He couldn’t quite understand, just saw it as aesthetically pleasing in a classical way.

She did a spin in front of Jiang Nian, asking.

"Hmm, nice?"

"Very nice."

Jiang Nian turned his head, only to meet Wang Yuhe’s sewer rat-like scrutinizing gaze. He quickly changed his expression, disdainfully adding.

"Trash dog!"

"Who are you talking to?"

"Whoever responds is who."

A classic argument ensued, where no one can convince the other.

Hearing this, Lin Dong spared a glance at Jiang Nian, shaking his head slightly. One should not be so childish at this age.

At this moment, he was recruiting Hu Nianzhong as a member of the sales team.

No choice, no one else was available.

The business empire was on the brink; looking elsewhere was less assuring than finding a classmate. At least they’re reliable and can manage business affairs.

After all, as the saying goes, don’t go into business with brothers.

Not just Lin Dong, but Tao Ran was also focusing on Christmas Eve... the Kemonomimi mobile game’s top-up event.

"Let’s draw once more, reverse my fate."

The running exercise disperses and returns to the classroom.

After a session of language class in Class Three, the last one was indeed video time. All were cheering, soon quelled by Old Liu.

"Be subtle, be subtle."

"Um... Tao Ran, come up and turn on the multimedia."

The class pulled up the curtains and watched a documentary with the door closed. The classroom was bustling along with the multimedia sounds reverberating.

Zhang Ningzhi glanced at the calendar on the last page of the notebook, her gaze lingering on Tuesday’s Christmas Eve.

She didn’t plan to buy apples but thought of buying a palm-sized green apple cake.

To give...

With a thunk, Jiang Nian suddenly put down his pen. Holding Zhang Ningzhi’s left hand inexplicably, he said.

"You’re also a magical girl, so am I, let’s protect peace together."

With that, he released his hand.

He turned his head back, picked up the pen, and continued working on the questions diligently. The move was without any preamble, and the process was seamless.

Zhang Ningzhi: "???"

What the heck?

Li Hua overheard them, and started twisting at his seat.

"So we are all magical girls?"

Zhang Ningzhi: "???"

Scary. What kind of group did I end up in?

She looked down at her left hand that had been held, then glanced at Jiang Nian, who was buried in his questions, pursing her lips.

"Oh."

After school.

Jiang Nian stealthily left school by himself, went to a camping store to buy a small shovel. He also bought a plastic bag and quietly left.

The shovel was hard to place, so he simply hid it in a greenbelt area.

The afternoon passed in a flash.

Jiang Nian spoke to the monitor briefly, mentioned he had something to do. Without specifying any details, he snuck out quietly.

He reached the familiar greenbelt, retrieved the shovel.

Just as he was about to head to the abandoned market nearby school, suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Jiang Nian, what are you doing here?"