Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 178 - 150 What? How Can Books Be Unsafe?

Chapter 178: Chapter 150 What? How Can Books Be Unsafe?

During morning reading, Zhang Ningzhi asked in a low voice.

"Do you drink this?"

Jiang Nian tilted his head and saw that there was a small box of fruit milk on Zhang Ningzhi’s desk. She extended her pale fingers, slowly pushing the fruit milk to the edge of her desk.

Long time no see, the classic tool of the school’s bad boy, the ice breaker.

"Yes." Jiang Nian nodded.

Geez, it seems like the classic exam gimmick is back.

He initially used this thing to woo... cough, to get to know Zhang Ningzhi. Back then, it was just a good mood, he didn’t expect to meet again later.

A brief romance turned into being classmates, moving up to the same class. Then, they were in the same group, and eventually became deskmates.

In Naruto, this could be flashback material for two episodes.

He accepted it, just as he was about to unpack the straw, his good deskmate poked him.

"Hmm? What’s up?"

Zhang Ningzhi looked serious and whispered.

"You shouldn’t drink it now."

"Why?" Jiang Nian looked puzzled.

Could there be something added to the fruit milk? So mysterious.

"In case it causes a stomach upset, it could affect your exam condition." Zhang Ningzhi said seriously, "So, it’s best to drink only pure water, and have that after the exam."

Jiang Nian nodded seriously, gesturing an OK sign.

"Got it."

Zhang Ningzhi takes this exam very seriously, like a lion pouncing on a rabbit. After all, it involves class advancement, and she doesn’t want to take even a one-percent risk.

To ease her worries, Jiang Nian also takes a very serious attitude.

At the back of the classroom.

Yu Tongjie was calmly reading out loud the common translation terms in classical Chinese.

He missed a good opportunity to grab a good spot last night due to certain reasons. After the second period, he moved his books outside, initially thinking it would be packed out there.

After all, a large group of people was like headless flies looking for places to stash their books, while some boarding students took their books back to the dorms.

To be honest, at that moment, he panicked a little.

But he soon calmed down because some day students didn’t want to bother and simply put their book baskets on the stairs. Genius!

Logically speaking, the stairway is short, and the book baskets are big.

Placing a single one wouldn’t work, but this group stacked them layer by layer, like building a new staircase with book baskets, providing more options.

Yu Tongjie placed his books on the stairs, easily found a space. So, why was everyone in such a rush to grab a spot? Books can’t...

Halfway into the morning reading, on the empty staircase.

Yu Tongjie leaned against the wall, crouching while searching through his book basket for his exam stationery bag. As he rummaged, a fine layer of sweat began to form on his forehead.

Half of the stationery in his bag was missing, damn it, all high-end stationery!

He cursed his luck silently, but the situation had already occurred and he could only accept it. As for moving books or changing spots, he’d given up on that already; the Chinese exam was the priority.

He’ll come back at noon; anyway, the only somewhat eye-catching things left in the book basket are a few pens. The rest are reference books. In senior year, there’s no shortage of reference books.

Who would want them?

Shaking his head, Yu Tongjie leisurely headed back to the classroom.

Ring ring ring, the bell for the end of morning self-study rang.

The class became lively; some went for breakfast, others got up to go to the bathroom.

Li Hua stood up, stretched lazily at his seat, and turned to ask Jiang Nian.

"Going to the canteen?"

"No." Jiang Nian didn’t look up, still engrossed in his essay templates.

If he can’t score over 600, he wouldn’t be able to call Zhou Yuting a [trash who can’t even score 600]. Even if the hope is slim, he still wants to try.

Never underestimate... the bonds of hatred!

The thought of Zhou Yuting brought to mind the wealthy but unattractive son-in-law she was dating, Liu Feipeng.

Jiang Nian believes that if Liu Feipeng were as handsome as he was, Zhou Yuting would’ve accepted him.

This isn’t bragging, living on a 300 yuan monthly allowance and still mingling in circles, practically a high school version of Bear Grylls, living a bit on his good looks.

You could say he was a simp, but don’t say he was tribute offering.

What tribute can you offer with 300 yuan a month, at most buying Zhou Yuting milk tea occasionally. Sometimes, over the course of a month, Zhou Yuting would actually end up subsidizing a bit.

This is how being broke is, with no fat to spare.

But if you talk about benefiting, there wasn’t much either. Liu Feipeng would occasionally treat them, but Jiang Nian rarely joined, and if he did, he would buy water or fruits.

So, it’s impossible for Jiang Nian to take advantage of another man’s generosity; he only slightly took advantage of Zhou Yuting monetarily.

He’s such a principled person, having no guilt towards Liu Feipeng, only pure hatred. But because they seldom see each other, he doesn’t really dwell on it.

If possible, he also thought about using his savings of over 200,000 to shame Liu Feipeng.

After all, Liu Feipeng was merely privileged through his father, with a bit more pocket money. Does he also have over 200,000 to spend freely?

Unless his father dies today, and he inherits the estate. Otherwise, before college, Young Master Liu would likely lead a frugal life of a few thousand a month.

As for afterwards... who can predict the future?

If I have a few million when starting university, wouldn’t that make this idiot envious to death?

Of course, this is just fantasy; it’s not like the Dragon King returning. This kind of flaunting-riches plot feels great momentarily, but afterwards, you’d regret it.

Li Hua left, taking Ma Guojun with him to the canteen.

Ten minutes later, they returned smelling like leek pancakes. Li Hua wanted to chat more, but was directly blocked by Jiang Nian with a book.

"Get lost, damn it, you’re so inconsiderate."

In principle, self-study should continue until 8:30, half an hour before the exam, but around 8:15, people started leaving early for the exam room.

The classroom was bustling, many stood up to gather their things. Li Hua had already gone out, he just took two pens, and nothing else.

Ma Guojun, who has rhinitis, habitually had a pack of tissues in his pocket. Seeing Jiang Nian, he retrieved a small pack of tissues from Ma Guojun’s pocket, which broke his heart.

"Damn, you’re just like Li Hua, you don’t use it but still take it!"

"That’s not fair, if I don’t use it, can’t I give it to someone else?" Jiang Nian touched his face. "What if there’s a 5-foot-tall white-haired loli with an evil eye in front of my exam seat?"

"Idiotic, do you think this is Tokyo?" Ma Guojun cursed.

Jiang Nian chuckled, not caring. So what, having snatched a pack of lovin’ green tea tissues, this is high-grade magic material.

Outside in the corridor, there were already a few scattered students from other classes waiting, curiously peeking into the classroom.

"Which exam room are you in?" Jiang Nian asked as he returned to his seat to grab his things, which he had already packed.

Zhang Ningzhi, who was earnestly reviewing during the morning reading and self-study, finally had time to pack her stationery after hearing his voice, then looked up.

"In this building, 504, it should be upstairs."

"Alright, I’m in the building with the sophomores, so I’m off first..." Jiang Nian was still standing at his seat, holding a transparent stationery bag and a bottle of mineral water, ready to leave.

"Oh, okay, bye-bye." Zhang Ningzhi waved, thought for a moment, then added, "Good luck!"

Jiang Nian smiled and nodded.

"Alright, good luck."

Li Qingrong had left early, and Jiang Nian didn’t need to worry about whether to walk with the class monitor. An exam isn’t a date, no need to dawdle.

Everyone has their own individuality, which makes it easier to get along.

Yang Qiming was on his way to the exam room when he hurriedly bumped into Jiang Nian at the staircase entrance. As he was about to trip, Jiang Nian’s quick reflexes saved him.

"Thanks." Yang Qiming broke out in a cold sweat.

Between Jiang Nian and Yang Qiming, aside from bumping into him arguing with his girlfriend at a milk tea shop, and knowing about his misunderstanding with Lin Dong, there wasn’t much interaction.

"No problem, why do you look... not quite well? Like you haven’t slept all night."

Upon hearing this, Yang Qiming couldn’t resist venting.

Last night Huang Caicai snored incessantly; everyone in the dormitory fell asleep except for him. The snoring tortured him for half the night before he finally got some rest.

In the morning, he asked, and damn it, only he didn’t sleep well in the entire dorm.

But since he and Jiang Nian only nodded acquaintances, he wasn’t comfortable sharing these grievances. Besides, Huang Caicai indeed treated him well, they’re bros after all.

Forget it.

"Ah, it’s nothing, just a bit of insomnia." Yang Qiming descended the stairs with Jiang Nian, parting ways on the first floor, "I’m off, my exam room’s in the sophomore building."

"OK." Jiang Nian headed towards the sophomore building.

Elsewhere, Ma Guojun realized he forgot his 2B pencil, turned back halfway to the exam room to retrieve it from the classroom.

Purchasing a new pencil might be faster, but the first test is just Chinese, it doesn’t matter. He won’t be late, no need to waste money.

Exerting some energy wouldn’t affect the exam. If you can’t do well in Chinese, no amount of energy would help; walking a bit might even improve your performance.

He finally huffed his way up to the fourth floor, the chubby fellow was panting heavily.

"Damn, I’m exhausted."

He slowly reached the corridor entrance, located his book basket among a pile of others, feeling extra lucky to have secured a good spot with Jiang Nian’s help.

Can’t deny, Jiang Nian does have some skills.

Otherwise, if the book basket were placed too inside or outside, it would either be inconvenient to get books or unsafe for them.

What’s that? How can books be unsafe?

Let’s just say, if you’re unaware of a school’s dangers, the human heart could be just as dangerous. Encounter some bystanders with a malicious heart, they could kick your basket just because it looks off.

Will you scrutinize the surveillance then? Besides, this isn’t the hallway, and there’s no surveillance here.

Ma Guojun found a 2B pencil in his book basket, switched to the other stairwell to descend. His gaze casually swept over the book baskets on the stairwell, suddenly attracted by a large "Yu" character.

"Huh?" Ma Guojun paused, murmuring, "The ’Yu’ character is styled so flamboyantly, could it belong to that idiot Yu Tongjie?"

Thinking this, Ma Guojun bent over to check the exam papers, indeed finding Yu Tongjie’s name.

"How could this idiot leave his book basket on the steps, not afraid of tripping someone?"

Ma Guojun looked around, seeing no one on the stairs. He couldn’t help but feel a moment of nervousness, then decisively lifted his chubby leg and delivered a Nike right onto the book basket!

Crack! A subtle sound was heard!

Have to admit, the quality of Nike’s sole is genuinely impressive; the book basket was split with a big crack.

Having done this, the big guy, feeling guilty, quickly slipped away down the stairs.