Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 157 - 130: Priest Temple Battles with Bows and Arrows, Whose Past Is This?

Chapter 157: Chapter 130: Priest Temple Battles with Bows and Arrows, Whose Past Is This?

In his seat, Li Hua flicked the test paper.

"Honestly, the weekly test papers are of such poor quality that I suspect they’re recycled toilet paper."

After saying that, he abstractly leaned in to sniff it, achieving an epic-level lung-through experience, and gagged.

Li Hua being the scoundrel he is, scored a perfect on the science multiple-choice section. Overjoyed, he regressed to monkey-like antics, doing all sorts of peculiar things.

Jiang Nian glanced at him, "It’s good enough they didn’t make you pay a photocopying fee, and here you are being picky."

Fatty Ma Guojun, sitting in the nearby group, overheard Li Hua’s criticism and burst out laughing.

He tilted his body toward the aisle and adjusted his black-framed glasses with his middle finger.

"What? Are you planning to make a paper airplane with the test paper?"

Li Hua squirmed, "Make a plane with you, maybe."

"No thanks, let me make one for you," Ma Guojun grinned wickedly, "There’s a batch of sandpaper left from before, I can grind it into a point for you."

The Olympic competition class three seemed hopeless, Jiang Nian concluded.

Even though everyone’s grades here are quite good, and some even exceptionally outstanding. But maybe there’s too much talent, does excellent performance make them weirder?

In that case, this class was indeed the right choice.

Jiang Nian noticed Zhang Ningzhi feeling a bit down, initially intending to comfort her. But after glancing at his own science comprehensive test paper, he decided to let it be after a moment of silence.

Gifted students can’t be spoiled; they need to see some rough weather.

Getting two multiple-choice questions wrong and calling it a setback? Well, that guy’s coffin lid is probably already cemented shut. Luckily, there are ordinary folks like Zeng You in this class, giving him a hint of solace.

Jiang Nian initially corrected his test paper with a red pen, but after getting three physics multiple-choice questions wrong, he was defenseless and quietly switched to a black pen to correct the mistakes.

There were still ten minutes left until the end of evening self-study, and Li Hua’s backpack was already packed. He put a draft notebook on the table, pretending to solve problems, but in reality, he was just tearing paper for fun.

He was chatting across the aisle with Ma Guojun about games, and when he turned his head, he saw Jiang Nian still making corrections.

"How many mistakes did you make; haven’t you finished correcting yet?"

Jiang Nian glanced at him and sighed.

"Sigh, you’ve reached that age, where you start thinking your old man is useless."

In these father-son confrontations, Li Hua tended to be especially cautious. After all, he rarely gained any advantage over Jiang Nian, and being at a disadvantage, he opted to show his middle finger.

"Get lost!

Zhang Ningzhi overheard their conversation and leaned over to look at Jiang Nian’s test paper. Seeing there weren’t many red marks on it, she was puzzled.

"Not many mistakes, huh?"

"Oh, that, I corrected them with a black pen."

Burying one’s head in the sand, right!

This action left Zhang Ningzhi at a loss, she stammered after two small exclamations.

"Already...really good."

Hmm? How come this sounds like another saying, "Small is also cute." But that phrase is now a part of South Korea’s heritage claim, so there’s no teasing it.

Ring ring ring, evening self-study was dismissed.

The teaching building was bustling, and a few girls in the classroom charged outside, calling out to friends.

Wait a bit longer, and you wouldn’t grab hot water or a spot for a shower. Even washing clothes would have to be pushed to a late hour, leading to exhaustion by past eleven as the last ones finish laundry.

Finish up early, and go to bed early; if there’s time, buy a snack at the kiosk.

Someone was already debating whether to get a chicken drumstick or instant noodles.

"Hey, why are you running!" Chai Muying chased after Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe from behind, somewhat helpless, "Wait up, you two."

Lin Dong caught the rushing Yang Qiming.

"Yang, going back to the dorm?

"Nope, I have to find my girlfriend." Yang Qiming looked a bit defeated, sighing, "She’s still mad and updated her QQ status during evening self-study saying she’s hungry."

"What do you plan to buy her?" Lin Dong instinctively asked.

"Not sure, how about canteen wontons?" Yang Qiming hesitated, "Honestly, I’d rather get fried chicken drumsticks, or maybe a six-bucks stir-fried rice noodles?"

"Pan-fried fish cakes are good too, or a veggie pancake."

Lin Dong swallowed, "Damn it, you’re making me hungry."

"Haha, then go get some. I’m off." Yang Qiming walked ahead, turning back, "I might get back to the dorm late; if a dorm check happens....."

The rest of his words got drowned out by the crowd.

Lin Dong knew this was Yang’s way of asking him to cover for the dorm check; it wasn’t a big deal really. Coming back late to the dorm might at worst get one’s name jotted down.

Then what, will they beat me to death?

Been through countless school checks; as long as you aren’t expelled, anything can be handled.

He thought hard about what to buy at the canteen while going downstairs, murmuring.

"A cup of instant noodles or two chicken drumsticks.....never mind, maybe just pick up a veggie wrap. Might have wontons back in the dorm later."

...

The long street, dim and quiet, had noticeably fewer students, looking sparse.

"The school just had to add another evening self-study, what a hassle." Xu Qianqian looked at the dark street, taking a deep breath, "It’s so eerie at night."

It was half-past nine in the county town, with hardly any cars on the road.

By ten thirty, almost all that remained were streetlights. Only a few kiosks near the street were open, their incandescent lights lit the surrounding space only for a few meters.

"Don’t worry, it’ll be this eerie for seven more months." Jiang Nian walked leisurely behind her.

They each held a small portion of duck snacks; recently, a few tricycles popped up near the school entrance.

Duck snacks, Guandong boiled skewers, Fuding pork slices, all sorts of street foods available.

In the small county town, there was no night snack culture; people also tend to turn in earlier. Vendors from Southtown, upon hearing seniors’ evening self-study was extended, came over specifically to sell.

"That’s scary!" Xu Qianqian sighed.

"Huh? Haven’t I been walking home with you every day? What’s scary about it?" Jiang Nian wore disposable gloves, breaking a joint off the braised duck wing with one hand.

Xu Qianqian stopped and stood under the streetlamp, seriously looking at Jiang Nian. The overhead light fell, her black ponytail soft and fluffy; her clear eyes were earnest.

"That’s precisely what’s scary; otherwise...what did you think I meant?"

Jiang Nian had outgrown the phase of liking to chase and mess around with Xu Qianqian; each time he found an excuse to touch her, he ended up being severely beaten, leaving him uninterested by now.

Ha, did I really want to touch?

"Ever heard of the Zhen Nan dismemberment case?"

Under the streetlight, Xu Qianqian’s smile froze visibly.

Her body’s hair stood on end, her eyes blinked. Watching Jiang Nian casually stroll past her, nibbling on the duck wing, the spicy heat making his mouth tingle.

The night breeze brushed past; Xu Qianqian’s heart slightly tensed.

Gulp.

She glanced at the dark street, quickly catching up to Jiang Nian.

"You...made that up, right?"

"Mm, making it up." Jiang Nian nodded, carefully picking at the duck wing, "Just felt that somewhere down the road last night had a weird smell, kinda stinky."

Xu Qianqian couldn’t hold it anymore, gritting her teeth, she gave him a light punch.

"Stop making things up!"

"Mm, making it up," Jiang Nian replied, just like a machine.

"Ah!! I’m going to tell Aunt Li, boo hoo, say you scared me on the road!" Xu Qianqian pulled out her trump card, threatening to tell on him, a strategy with a hundred percent success rate.

"Hey hey, just joking." He surrendered.

"I’ll tell Aunt Li you want to dismember....." Xu Qianqian forcefully turned a very scary thought into something ambiguously risqué and R-rated.

What is this turning into?

Sleep with you?

Hmm.....

While launching into her accusation, Xu Qianqian wildly exaggerated. As she kept talking, she noticed Jiang Nian’s expression had shifted, suddenly becoming embarrassed.

"Jiang Nian, you’re such a creep!"

"So what? Haven’t you heard?" Jiang Nian rested a hand on Xu Qianqian’s head, "A mountain can’t have two tigers, a street can’t have two perverts at once."

"So if we walk together, you’re safe, aren’t you?"

Xu Qianqian: "And you’re proud of that?"

"I am."

"Ah!!! You touched my hair after eating duck wings!" Xu Qianqian suddenly jumped back, yelling, "You’re dead, Jiang Nian!"

She quickly patted her head, gritting her teeth.

"If it’s on my hair, you’re doomed!"

"Don’t throw mud at me, you little nag." Jiang Nian stepped forward, extending his hand, "I can eat wings with one hand, who’s like you? Look, clean."

"I’ll look at you alright, you’re really despicable....." Xu Qianqian looked up, only to find they were standing very close.

Jiang Nian was a head taller; his body blocked the streetlight. His head was outlined by a halo of light, and his hand was cleanly held in front of her.

His hand was large, the palm rich with warm color, as if any second it would draw her into a hug.

They locked eyes for a few seconds, neither breaking the gaze against their better judgment.

Time seemed to halt at that moment.

Xu Qianqian’s eyes widened, a hard-to-describe tingling sensation spread throughout her entire body. Her heartbeat quickened, and within seconds, her face turned completely red.

"Why is your face red?" Jiang Nian chuckled.

"Go away, I.....I just have good blood circulation, okay?" Xu Qianqian wanted to stuff his mouth with rubbish to shut him up.

A perfectly good person, marred by having a mouth.

Jiang Nian wasn’t much better off; during that stare, he nearly couldn’t resist the urge to steal a kiss from Xu Qianqian’s soft and glossy lips.

But saying that aloud had as much success rate as a Korean man breaking free from being small.

Returning home.

Jiang Nian reflected on the scene on the way back while showering; it was a bit beyond expectations, but he only meant to save time.

He wondered what Xu Qianqian was thinking during those few seconds.

She surely thought he wanted to kiss, right?

In the bathroom, Xu Qianqian let her hair down in front of the mirror. Warm orange light glowed down, hesitating over whether to wash it, thinking when she washed it last.

Without a song she wanted to hear for washing, would a bun make her look better?

Forget it; Jiang Nian, that scoundrel, would certainly find an excuse to touch it.

Thinking it through, Xu Qianqian did a bun hairstyle in front of the mirror. She snapped a photo and sent it to Song Xiyun before beginning to select a shower song.

While scrolling slowly, a song suddenly popped into view.

[Love in BC]

Xu Qianqian’s eyes lowered, and she added it to her playlist, hesitated for a few seconds before hitting the single-repeat button.

After setting it all up, she started to sort out her shampoo and conditioner, testing water temperature by hand. Her phone hummed song lyrics, [....Priest temple battles bows and arrows, whose former days~]

Before long, hot steam blurred the mirror.

Silently, she pondered over those few seconds of eye contact and wondered what he was thinking?

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