Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 129 - 112: Love Cannot Rely Solely on Being Touched, It Must Excite Her Heart with Overwhelming Charm_2

Chapter 129: Chapter 112: Love Cannot Rely Solely on Being Touched, It Must Excite Her Heart with Overwhelming Charm_2

As for winning or losing, once we got into the game, nobody remembered—only the sound of thwack thwack thwack!!!

"You guys!! Don’t play badminton here!" The grade leader’s voice landed along with the shuttlecock, "It’s still class time, what’s wrong with you students?"

"And you’re from the Olympic class, go play somewhere else!"

There was a chorus of boos, but due to the grade leader’s authority, everyone eventually dispersed.

The explosive noise disappeared, and Qianbao, from upstairs, glanced over at the court and saw Jiang Nian handing the racket back to Li Qingrong, a small smile appearing on her face.

Youth still pairs better with sports, the best body at the best age.

She turned her head to look at the class, her gaze lingering on a couple of couples who had swapped seats. They had good grades and seemed to encourage each other with their studies.

But... what couple isn’t eventually consumed by desire?

North Gate Back Street, darkly lit shared apartments, dim hallways, tangled wires. Obscure milk tea shops, cooped up in a rental on rainy days, who can resist?

Used to think they weren’t a problem, even found them a bit sweet. Anyway, they were all good students, restraining themselves for love was kind of cute.

But you can’t compare people, just like you can’t compare goods.

Watching the silhouettes of Jiang Nian and Li Qingrong leaping for smashes, Qianbao suddenly felt that kids under the sun were cuter than the sneaky couples.

She looked back at her classmates, the Little Bee buzz filling the classroom.

"Hey everyone, when you have time, exercise a bit more, okay?"

...

"Here, class monitor, I broke your ball." Jiang Nian handed back the racket, still a bit embarrassed, "Sorry, used too much strength."

"It’s okay, I have plenty." Li Qingrong nodded, though her right hand seemed a bit awkward taking the racket.

"Injured?" Jiang Nian noticed.

"No, just too much force, it’s a bit sore." Li Qingrong looked up, "I’m fine, you... you played really well."

Her response was simple and calm, apart from the sweat on her head and a few strands of hair stuck to her forehead, you could hardly tell she just had an intense match.

"Hmm, class monitor, your smashes were also impressive." Jiang Nian was pleased with the compliment, relating, "I feel like with more force, the racket might break."

Li Qingrong paused at his words, then said affirmatively.

"Next time, give it your all."

"Huh?"

"If the racket breaks, it’s not your fault." Li Qingrong said seriously, her eyes bright, "Next time, play with full strength, doesn’t matter if the racket breaks."

"Oh, okay." Jiang Nian thought to himself how serious she was.

Already looking forward to next time?

Then I’ll go all out next time.

Shake off the fatigue, both of us in peak condition, one session beats six.

Li Qingrong didn’t know Jiang Nian had such a sneaky mind, already planning to "cheat" next time. She turned to tidy up the racket, then put on her jacket.

Ring ring ring!! The lunch bell rang!

"So--bye-bye?" She waved somewhat dully.

"Alright, bye-bye, I need to head to the cafeteria for lunch." Jiang Nian glanced at his phone, feeling slightly rushed, "I’m off then."

Love can wait, the cafeteria really can’t.

A great nation can pause for any humble life, even making it to a literary digest, convincing a big crowd.

But try switching the headline!

A great campus cafeteria can pause for any humble student, guaranteeing a spit for every bite.

Because America is too far, any absurdity can seem reasonable. But the campus cafeteria is a daily occurrence, nobody knows its harshness better than Jiang Nian.

Screw dating, you can’t even get a hot meal!

heitui!!!

Li Qingrong carried the badminton racket upstairs with a few girls, as silent as usual, putting away the racket before saying goodbye to the girls at the hallway entrance.

It had been fifteen minutes since school ended, and the road near the school gate was quite empty.

Heading downstairs, alone in her jacket, Li Qingrong walked along the tree-lined path.

The autumn sun was just right, recalling the match just played, she couldn’t help but squint comfortably. Jiang Nian would make a good playing partner, well-matched.

The cool breeze brushed the rustling leaves, everything seemed normal.

The wind blew softly, but in Li Qingrong’s mind appeared Jiang Nian’s smashing jump again.

Yet she inexplicably halted, white sneakers on the uneven old paving stones. Alongside the path, statues of Marx and Confucius stood on either side.

His feather-like figure blocked the sunlight, short-sleeve hems fluttered, revealing firm abdominal muscles. Strong, powerful arms executing a smashing shot.

A single shuttlecock failed to be caught, after a twenty-minute pause. With a buzzing sound, came cutting through the air, whizzing past her ear once more.

With a blink, there was nothing, only her speeding heartbeat. An unprecedented sourness lodged in her throat, unable to express it.

After a few minutes, Li Qingrong couldn’t figure it out, so she slowly walked away.

As she lowered her gaze, his words echoed again—[Class monitor, your smash is pretty too]—it seemed he noticed her new hairband.

Was it a compliment? Maybe...

She touched her hairband and slowly walked out of the school gate.

...

Jiang Nian finished his meal and headed up the teaching building, lifting his shirt at the washbasin to wipe his body. Splashing a handful of water, not minding getting wet, and rubbed all over.

A gust of breeze blew through the hallway, instantly refreshing him.

Great!

After excessive exhaustion, his hands were a bit sore.

Got the symptoms of a pro without being one.

He shook his hands, pondering whether the afternoon treatment could also remove this side effect, it should be possible, right?

It shouldn’t have progressed to a muscle strain, not likely.

After returning to the classroom, a while later, Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe walked in together.

Jiang Nian looked up from his seat, couldn’t help but smile. He got up, left his seat, went over to them, leaning on the desk, and set his eyes on Chen Yunyun.

"Your little sister won’t hold a grudge against me, will she?"

Chen Yunyun rolled her eyes speechlessly.

"Who knows, you hit so hard."

"Nope." Wang Yuhe shook her head, seriously saying, "I told you not to let me win, it’s not your fault."

"Then why were you crying?" Jiang Nian hit where it hurt.

Wang Yuhe immediately froze, visible redness rising on her face, flustered.

"I... remembered something sad."

"Oh, really?" Jiang Nian touched his chin, murmuring, "I thought you couldn’t take it, but actually your backhand still needs practice....."

Wang Yuhe couldn’t hold back, burst into tears, and leaned on the desk shedding small pearls.

"Jiang Nian, you’re sick!" Chen Yunyun couldn’t help but punch him, turned to comfort Wang Yuhe, "Ignore him, Jiang Nian is just like that!"

Jiang Nian laughed heartily, reached into his pocket and pulled out two candies for the girls.

"Don’t cry, just kidding."

"Take it away! Who wants your candy!" Chen Yunyun pushed it away, pretending to be angry.

"Really? I thought adding some sugar while crying makes the tears less salty." Jiang Nian grinned, acting completely unfazed.

Chen Yunyun: ".....there’s a reason you’re single."

"Tsk." Jiang Nian didn’t care.

Actually, he got along quite well with the two girls, making such jokes, anyway, weekends bring them together. Making a girl from a good school cry was also quite commemorative for him.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yuhe really stopped crying, unwrapped the candy and popped it into her mouth.

"Jiang Nian, how did you practice your badminton?"

"How did I practice?" Jiang Nian tilted his head, thought a bit, then mimed a swinging motion, "Just played a bit, watched a few videos, that’s it."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuhe froze again.

Darn you natural talents!

She herself was naturally gifted, originally defeating girls effortlessly. Had she known, she wouldn’t have played with Jiang Nian, so angry, her face totally red, crying while playing.

In front of a true talent monster, she seemed to have just passed the threshold.