CHAPTER 723: CHAPTER 565: LET ME SHOW YOU SOMETHING

"Car?" Jiang Nian was stunned.

What the heck, a tank is a car too, right?

Li Hua was even more jealous. Why doesn’t he have a cute girl gifting him toys? Byd, only a bunch of rural dog friends.

Ma Guojun walked over, mysteriously pulling out his phone.

"Let me show you something."

"What?" Li Hua was puzzled.

Jiang Nian smelled something and scooted closer, peeking in for a look. He saw a long string of numbers on the WeChat balance page.

"?"

"Shh, I used an editor to change it," Ma Guojun said. "Be quiet, I used it, it can actually be spent."

"Chi Shi!"

Jiang Nian patted the big guy’s shoulder, looked serious and said.

"Old Ma, I’m poor, not stupid."

"Is this thing really popular lately?" Li Hua was a bit puzzled, "How come I haven’t seen anyone in class playing it?"

Zeng You turned around, "Your phone needs to be rooted first, it’s not very useful, can only alter single-player games."

"Let me try," Jiang Nian reached out.

"Class is starting," Zeng You turned back expressionlessly, "Download it yourself, I’ll send it to you later."

....

After school in the afternoon.

Lin Dong sighed, "There are fewer and fewer people at school, won’t there just be us seniors left in the end?"

"Isn’t it better when no one’s around?" Yang Qiming enjoyed, "I like quiet environments, it’s as if I can hear her voice."

"I think you’re obsessing," Lin Dong retorted.

Yang Qiming shook his head, "You don’t understand."

"Bro, have you revised?" Huang Caicai asked, "Exams are in a few days, can you really manage?"

"Aren’t there two days left?" Yang Qiming waved it off, "I’ll revise tomorrow."

After hearing this, Huang Caicai couldn’t say more.

Lately, he’s often felt lonely, each group member has their own things, and once they’re busy, they become absorbed.

But, even so.

He still wished Brother Yang could find true love in this end-time high school era, even if it means.....skipping a few midnight snacks.

People should be grateful!

Evening self-study.

Jiang Nian was asking the class president questions, occasionally looking up at her. Initially, it was just a glance, then he simply stared.

Stare--

"What are you looking at?"

"You."

"Stop staring, you’ve got three small questions wrong."

"Ah?" Jiang Nian suddenly lost interest in looking, his face instantly turned anguished, "How come they’re all wrong?"

"Just kidding," Li Qingrong said expressionlessly.

Jiang Nian: "I knew it."

Li Qingrong said blandly, "The other two big questions are also wrong, the third small question has nothing to do with the answer."

Jiang Nian: "...."

He stopped giggling, even his hand holding the test paper trembled. Qingqing was becoming mischievous, teasing him.

Forget it, sooner or later he’ll fight back.

What fight back?

Not saying.

"The weather forecast says it’ll rain tomorrow," Li Qingrong commented idly, glancing at Jiang Nian again.

The implication was clear, reminding him to bring an umbrella.

"It’s not always accurate," Jiang Nian rubbed his chin, "If I come early in the morning, maybe it’ll only rain during early self-study."

Not bringing it, doesn’t like carrying an umbrella.

However, before tomorrow even arrived, a loud bang interrupted the quiet tranquility of the fourth evening self-study session.

Bang!

Then came the sound of rain, leaving the whole class dumbfounded.

"Raining?"

"Damn it, how to get home now?"

The rumbling thunder sounded above the school. Amidst the bewildered shouts, there was more excitement.

"How are you guys getting back?" Jiang Nian asked the group six people.

"Beibei brought an umbrella, she’ll go home with me," Zhang Ningzhi wasn’t worried at all and asked.

"Do you have an umbrella?"

Jiang Nian was wondering if Xu Qianqian and them brought an umbrella.

"It’s uncertain."

Zhang Ningzhi: "Hmm?"

"Not sure, I’ll know only after evening self-study is over." Jiang Nian was like Schrödinger’s umbrella, if they have it, he has it too.

Zhang Ningzhi didn’t understand, but still nodded in confusion.

"Oh."

Li Hua said, "I’ll borrow Old Ma’s umbrella."

Zeng You was the most carefree, "I’ll just get rained on."

Jiang Nian turned his head again, looking towards Li Qingrong at the back row. He saw Nie Qiqi fighting to lend her umbrella to the class president.

"Don’t fight, let me do it!"

Cai Xiaoqing: "... You’re something else."

Suddenly, Li Qingrong poked Jiang Nian’s back. But noticed he just waved his hand, not turning around at all.

It was clearly a refusal.

Li Qingrong fell into deep thought, looking at Nie Qiqi’s handed umbrella, seeming to understand something.

"Your test paper still has one question wrong."

This time, Jiang Nian turned around.

"No..."

After some effort, Jiang Nian finally realized math isn’t that easy to improve scores, continued laboriously correcting.

Regular questions are for filling gaps, a bit different from the exam questions.

But you never know, one might appear in the exam.

Life~

.....

After evening self-study, the rain still hadn’t stopped.

Jiang Nian had arranged with Xu Qianqian to meet near a pillar under the senior third-grade building. He turned and saw Zeng You going around asking for umbrella sharing.

"Byd, even said I’ll get rained on back home."

People under senior third-grade building were all crowded together, noisy and chaotic, constantly bumping into the rain curtain.

At the third stone pillar, Jiang Nian found Song Xiyun.

"Where’s she?"

"Sent a girl from our class, went to the school gate." Song Xiyun explained, "Her family came over in a car."

Hearing this, Jiang Nian took out his phone for a look. Xu Qianqian had messaged him to go to the gate with Song Xiyun.

"Let’s go."

"Oh." Song Xiyun was about to open the umbrella but Jiang Nian took it instead, the umbrella unfolded with a puff.

"I’ll hold it."

"Okay."

The two stepped into the rain, joining the dark crowd. Due to the heavy rain, lots of puddles, the two’s shoulders often collided.

Song Xiyun’s body tensed, trying to keep distance.

Until someone running home in the rain dashed by, stepped into a puddle, causing a chorus of screams nearby.

"Ah!!" Song Xiyun instinctively dodged.

She collided strongly with Jiang Nian, immediately returned to position after realizing, heart pounding.

"Lots of water on the ground."

After speaking, she was so embarrassed she scratched her toe. People tend to say illogical things when extremely nervous.

"Yeah, everywhere." Jiang Nian’s response was also perfunctory.

This brain-not-online move made Song Xiyun slightly relieved, at least it wasn’t as awkward.

The rain falling on the umbrella surface made a noisy background.

Jiang Nian suddenly spoke, "Doing game activities, won’t affect your revision, right?"

"It won’t." Song Xiyun instinctively replied, then regretted it, "Qianqian said..... it won’t affect her revision."

"Oh." Jiang Nian nodded, then added, "Then remind her, do today’s check-in."

Song Xiyun pursed her lips, "... Okay."

The two arrived at the gate, found Xu Qianqian playing on her phone with an umbrella, then Jiang Nian handed his over to Xu Qianqian.

"You hold the umbrella, don’t let me get wet."

"Only a dog talks like an emperor."

"You want to die, huh!" Xu Qianqian pinched his waist, "Treat my umbrella well."

"You’re so..... oh crap, your umbrella is leaking!" Jiang Nian felt water dripping on his neck, almost jumped.

The umbrella couldn’t avoid a slight tilt.

"Ah!!! You wanna die, Jiang Nian!!" Xu Qianqian quickly grabbed him, stuck closely to avoid getting soaked.

"Your umbrella’s broken," he remarked.

"I’ll punch you twice!"

After some back and forth, they eventually made it home. Clothing stayed dry, shoes and socks were thoroughly soaked.

"All your fault!!" Xu Qianqian opened the door.

"Aren’t you at fault too?" Jiang Nian stayed outside, shoes completely waterlogged, "Forget it, I’m going for a shower."

Song Xiyun held her umbrella alone, shoes didn’t get wet.

She offered Xu Qianqian to shower first. Alone on the sofa, intending to check her phone.

Only the dining room light was on, the sofa area seemed dim.

Suddenly, remembering Jiang Nian’s words.

On impulse, she pulled out the gaming phone. The gleam shone on her delicate nose, revealing a focused face.

A game sound echoed in the living room, soon drowned by heavy rain.