Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 179 - 151: Class Monitor, Your Hands Are So Small!

Chapter 179: Chapter 151: Class Monitor, Your Hands Are So Small!

Saturday, the school was quiet, and the basketball courts outside the windows were cordoned off.

The senior year group had indeed put a lot of thought into this big unified exam. Based on probability, about one-third of the students from each senior class were distributed in Building B.

The exam room was bustling.

To be precise, this was Li Qingrong’s exam room.

The classroom was sparse, with only thirty people. Since it was a science exam room, the girls in the classroom could be counted on two hands, and the most eye-catching was naturally Li Qingrong.

The girl’s posture was very upright, yet she did not appear stiff. Her dense high ponytail looked fresh and beautiful, but what really attracted attention was her fair neck and soft jawline.

In the autumn sunlight, her earlobes glowed honey-colored, like translucent pink amber. Her whole aura seemed cool and aloof, and no one dared to step forward and disturb her.

Several boys pretended to look out the window, their gaze glancing over to the girl by the window. Silently, they thought, if only their seat was a little closer to hers.

Maybe the story could unfold with a trivial plot like picking up an eraser or borrowing a pencil, then adding each other on QQ, showcasing their humorous and charming Asa-shii side.

That’s how it’s drawn in Japanese manga, with characters like Takagi-senpai, Mai, or Tamako. NaruHina, Ino, Hyouka, Aki no Sora, Dimi-change, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the like.

It seems like a mix of many complex elements, but it doesn’t matter.

Pure love is invincible, just missing a chance to pick up a pen.

Hmm..... is there any chance that her pen could roll halfway across the classroom and land at my feet? What kind of anime plot is this, would the confession be in dialect?

Hiss~ Should I pretend not to understand Hakka? Such a tough choice!

A cold classmate confessing in an incomprehensible local dialect.

What should the child’s name be in the future?

There was still some time before the exam started, and occasionally people could be seen moving between exam rooms.

Yu Tongjie was no exception, he was also assigned to the third floor of Building B for the exam. After putting down his exam supplies, he rushed to the exam room where Li Qingrong was.

As soon as he entered the door, he noticed something was off, with several boys in the classroom having wandering eyes. They seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally looking towards Li Qingrong by the window, which made him sneer.

Do you know her? Just randomly staring, what is there to see?

Yu Tongjie didn’t speak directly to Li Qingrong, nor did he know what to say.

For this, he had a better approach.

A few minutes later, Yu Tongjie walked over to a familiar friend in the exam room and chatted loudly, occasionally dropping some high-level vocabulary.

"Apple watches are just like that, xxx said they wanted to give me one, but I didn’t want it."

"Wow, that must cost a lot, right?"

"Eh, it’s not about the money," Yu Tongjie waved his hand, glancing at Li Qingrong out of the corner of his eye, "Mainly I can’t accept it, and it’s useless to me even if I had it."

"Hiss~" His friend cooperated, gasping, "Right, Brother Yu, I heard...."

Many people in the exam room were attracted by Yu Tongjie’s voice, either surprised or disdainful.

Yu Tongjie spoke grandly and acted exaggeratedly, occasionally bursting into laughter. The commotion he created made it seem as if he held the lifeblood of both government and business circles in Zhennan County.

But in his own eyes, he fancied himself as the calm and reserved second generation from a political novel.

Not long after, a silhouette quickly slipped in through the classroom door.

Jiang Nian entered, glanced around, and then directly sat beside Li Qingrong. Many gazes followed him, looking slightly astonished.

Who is this person?

"Class monitor, aren’t you reviewing?"

Li Qingrong gave him a glance, withdrew her gaze, and then looked down at the desk.

"I’ve finished reviewing during the morning study."

"Oh oh, let me test you then." Jiang Nian propped one hand on the desk while looking at her and started asking questions, "In ’Return to the Countryside’, what ancient poem indicates planting various trees?"

Yu Tongjie was speaking midway when he heard a familiar voice. Turning his head, he suddenly saw someone sitting next to Li Qingrong, which made him angry.

Where did this blonde come from?

Taking a closer look, why is Jiang Nian also here!

He held his breath unconsciously, listening closely to the conversation between Jiang Nian and Li Qingrong. Partially out of curiosity, but also wanting to know what topics Li Qingrong was interested in.

Just by listening, he got the answer...

"Class monitor, don’t you like drinking water?"

"Class monitor, your hair is tied so nicely, how many hair ties do you have at home?"

"Class monitor, your hands are so small, how come they’re so much whiter than mine?"

In an instant, Yu Tongjie felt a darkness before his eyes, almost unable to stand.

What a greasy downer guy!

Li Qingrong glanced sideways at him, ignoring some questions such as why her hands were so white, but she responded to a few questions, seemingly unperturbed.

After chatting for a while, Jiang Nian left with a satisfied smile, leaving behind the sound of many broken hearts.

Half the boys in the exam room watched the blonde leave, experiencing a momentary low. Why is it..... do all the good-looking girls like guys like that?

That guy, besides an okay face, speaks neither slick nor humorous! But why... Is Japanese Asa-shii ultimately no match for a local blonde?

Yu Tongjie left the exam room in a daze, until he instinctively returned to his own exam room. Only when he sat down did he snap back to reality, realizing he needed to focus.

Get a good score of six hundred early, then ask Lao Liu to switch classes.

While thinking this, two proctors entered carrying sealed envelopes.

....

The Chinese test paper was handed out.

The moment Jiang Nian received the test paper, his first thought was that the paper quality was good. A fragrant smell of ink drifted by, inhaling it was slightly addictive.

He then flipped to the last page to take a look at the essay topic, a classic materials-based composition. Read Qu Yuan..... "The road ahead is long, and I will seek from top to bottom".....

Please combine the materials, refer to the context, and blah blah blah.

The high school entrance exam essay with a formula to spot at a glance.

The moment he saw the topic, several essay directions popped into Jiang Nian’s mind. However, he didn’t think deeply, just leaving a first impression to review at the end.

He then started the classical Chinese transcription, after finishing, he checked the reading comprehension. Confirming there was a story to read, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Silently setting a goal in his heart, as long as he finishes the questions, he can read a story in the exam room and take a break.

Hoping it’s not a bad story, God bless.

Jiang Nian’s handwriting was average, neither good-looking nor hard to read. So he had no advantage on paper and couldn’t get any sympathy points as Lao Liu mentioned.

But that’s alright, Zhen Nan people don’t need sympathy.

The one hundred and fifty minutes of the Chinese exam concluded.

After school, Jiang Nian was busy competing for food in the cafeteria, and dashed off right after handing in his paper. He didn’t wait for Li Qingrong to leave the exam room together, let alone discuss the answers with anyone.

What’s there to discuss in Chinese, a literary feast?

Because the math exam was in the afternoon.

The subject Jiang Nian is least proficient in, and one of his nightmares he wanted to conquer through one month of hard work. Of course, conquering it was impossible, he just hoped for a few more points.

For this, he put in one hundred and twenty percent effort.

After eating at the cafeteria, he hurriedly returned to review, grabbing his books in the hallway.

Turning his head, he saw downstairs, as if someone’s book basket had been stomped on and burst. Not just a partial burst, but the book basket was completely in pieces.

The books were scattered everywhere, sliding down all the way from the stairs.

Jiang Nian was dumbfounded, walked down a few steps, intending to pick up the books and stack them back. After all, we’re all senior comrades, putting ourselves in others’ shoes.

Looking down, the name on the workbook..... Yu Tongjie.

Instantly, Jiang Nian didn’t want to pick them up with his hands. He kicked them into a circle with his foot, roughly piling them into a stack and left, cursing his luck.

"Damn, I’m too kind, my Anta shoes got dirty."

At noon, during lunch break, there were only two boys left in the classroom.

Since the exam wasn’t until three in the afternoon, the lunch break usually ended at two. If they forcibly took this half period of self-study, they could probably only get about fifteen minutes before going to the exam room.

Thus, the senior year group decided to cancel the self-study session before the afternoon exam. Students’ break time was extended from 10:30 to 3:00.

Day students needless to say, could sleep a little longer at home.

Boarders too, they had never fought such a well-provisioned battle in their lives. They all chose to nap in the dormitory, getting enough sleep before coming back to conquer math.

In the classroom, Jiang Nian wasn’t familiar with Luo Zhongping but knew he was Lin Dong’s new roommate.

"Why aren’t you sleeping in the dorm?"

Hearing this, Luo Zhongping raised his head from the pile of test papers, confirming Jiang Nian was talking to him.

He was initially stunned, then gave a simple, honest smile.

"I’m used to napping in the classroom, can’t sleep once I’m back in the dorm."

"Oh, I see." Jiang Nian didn’t think much of it, returned to his seat to continue reviewing the problems.

After half an hour, there were still only the two of them in the classroom.

Jiang Nian had set his nap time for one-thirty, and it was only twelve-thirty now. The classroom was silent, occasionally the sound of pages flipping, until Luo Zhongping’s voice broke the silence.

"Um...."

Initially, Jiang Nian didn’t react, immersed in the sea of questions. The classroom was silent for a few seconds before he realized someone seemed to have called him just now.

He turned around to look at Luo Zhongping in the back corner, by the classroom exit.

"What’s up?"

Luo Zhongping, tall, dark, and skinny, sat in his seat. His voice sounded a bit nervous, and he asked him across the empty classroom.

"Are you with Chen Yunyun?"

"Huh??" Jiang Nian wore a bewildered expression, what kind of question was this, did I lose my memory? "No, why would you suddenly ask that?"

In Jiang Nian’s eyes, Luo Zhongping was always in the classroom for lunch breaks. Always silent, seemed honest and simple, couldn’t believe he’d suddenly ask this.

Hearing this, Luo Zhongping visibly felt embarrassed.

"Well...."

Actually, making up a reason would work, but Luo Zhongping got stuck. For a while, he couldn’t say anything, and the classroom fell into silence.

Jiang Nian didn’t continue asking, just turned around.

Though saying this seems impolite, he didn’t want to explain much. He was busy preparing for the math exam, and his mind couldn’t hold anything else, let alone thoughts of girls.

Women will betray you, math won’t.

After a while, Luo Zhongping’s voice came again.

"Brother Nian, could you please, pretend I..... didn’t ask anything just now."

Jiang Nian didn’t turn, just raised his hand and made an OK sign.

At one-thirty he lay down, sleeping until a bit past two, gathering his things and heading straight for the exam room.