Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 185 - 156: Such a Strong Family Tree

Chapter 185: Chapter 156: Such a Strong Family Tree

At the entrance of the hallway, Yu Zhiyi bent down laboriously to move the books.

The weight of Monday’s fruits pressed against the white undershirt, giving it a kind of heavy beauty. The small collar of the clothes covered her tightly, making it even more attention-grabbing.

She was slowly moving down the corridor, recalling how Wu Jungu hadn’t seemed to seek her out these past two days, and there were very few responses from him when she messaged him.

As she was thinking about this, she subconsciously glanced toward Class Three.

Only to hear a huge cheer erupt from Class Three, followed by an explosion of cheers from all the classes in the corridor.

She was momentarily stunned and then vaguely guessed that it was probably about the holidays.

Thinking of this brought a slight smile to her numb and tired face. Not having evening self-study was indeed a rare thing in the final year of high school.

As she struggled to move to the doorway of Class Three, just ten meters away from her Olympic Competition Class Two.

Suddenly, an unexpected cheer rang out.

"Aruba! Lao Liu!"

"Charge!"

Yu Zhiyi was startled, and the basket of books in her hand fell to the ground. She stood on the outermost side of the corridor, watching the boys from Class Three carry their homeroom teacher out the door.

Her mouth slightly ajar, dumbfounded.

Jiang Nian was deeply involved, brushing past Yu Zhiyi without even glancing at his Monday girlfriend, with only one thought in his mind: push him, damn it!

Lao Liu wasn’t a good person either, heitui! Get him!

....

At 5:40, Jiang Nian tidied up his desk and went downstairs to wait for Xu Qianqian to go home together.

Olympic Competition Class Four.

Xu Qianqian’s homeroom teacher was still in the classroom holding a class meeting, while everyone else had left. Their classmates were eagerly looking at the door, and the only one at the door was Jiang Nian.

He glanced around, wondering why it hadn’t ended yet.

The students of Class Four were already used to seeing Jiang Nian every evening, not finding it unusual.

Jiang Nian didn’t try to stand out, took one look and then retreated to the side to play on his phone.

Zhang Ningzhi was already on her way home; Nanjiang Bay wasn’t too far from the school. With Old Zhang, whom she’d never met, picking her up, it eliminated the risk of early high school romance.

Zhang Ningzhi sent him a message, along with a cute emoji.

"How did you do on the exam? (cute)"

"The results aren’t out yet, can’t say." Jiang Nian preemptively added a buffer, typing, "If you’re asking about my condition, there should be some improvement."

"What about you?"

In the chat interface, it showed... Zhang Ningzhi was typing.

Suddenly, Jiang Nian became curious, wondering what her note for him was. A name... or deskmate, or something else. If it were something else, he couldn’t guess.

One day, if he had the chance, he’d sneak a peek.

Zhang Ningzhi’s message popped up suddenly; it was nearly a hundred-word long message.

"(embarrassed) I did alright on the Chinese sections in the front, just not confident about the essay. Math should be... 130? Comprehensive..."

Jiang Nian read it carefully, doing mental calculations as he read, and couldn’t help but gasp.

"You’re at least upwards of 620, close to 630!"

"(embarrassed) It’s not that high, the results aren’t out yet." Zhang Ningzhi also liked to hide her scores, not wanting to speak too confidently to avoid embarrassment later.

For example, after matching answers post-exam, to avoid the score being lower than her estimate when it was released, she would simply estimate a lower score, only for the actual score to be even lower than the underestimated score.

Therefore, both spoke cautiously.

Not out of distrust, but due to the intrinsic biological instincts of a senior high school student.

Finally, Zhang Ningzhi added a line.

"You mustn’t tell anyone else."

Jiang Nian replied with an emoji, "(picture) Don’t worry, I’ll take this secret to my grave."

Zhang Ningzhi replied with a sweating bean emoji, "No need to be that secretive."

At this point, their chat temporarily paused.

He originally intended to mention the 600-point goal and the plan to treat her. But halfway through typing, he thought it might be better to wait for the results to come out first.

It’s estimated that the results for all subjects will be out by the day after tomorrow.

In the corridor, Jiang Nian waited idly, having waited for about twenty minutes. It was already almost 6:10, and Olympic Competition Class Four still showed no signs of ending.

"What are they talking about? Is the syllabus that tough?"

As he was mumbling, he suddenly heard a slight rustling. Then a voice came from beneath the senior three floor, someone shouted.

"It’s raining!"

At the end of October, it wasn’t dark at 6:00 yet.

From the time that shout landed, in just a few breaths, rain started to drift outside the teaching building, and then the sound of it grew louder and louder.

The class held back by the Olympic Competition Class Four was brightly lit, with a wail from within.

"Teacher, it’s raining!"

"Damn it, how am I supposed to get back without an umbrella! Oh no! My bike!"

"Who has an umbrella? Share with me."

[Quiet! It’s just rain, what’s all the noise about!] The new homeroom teacher of Class Four was a middle-aged woman with a rather bad temper, [A little rain won’t kill you!]

Jiang Nian stood in the corridor, clicking his tongue and shaking his head.

Hard to comment.

He walked to the railing, looking at the rain outside, while the wind carrying a smell of earth blew in. It pattered on his face, the raindrops slightly cool, only making him feel elated.

The major unified exams were over, and there was a break from evening self-study.

He didn’t bring an umbrella, but he did really well on the exams, had worked hard for a month. Everything, at this moment, turned into threads of a gentle breeze, as if resonating.

After the unified exams, he and Zhang Ningzhi were completely safe, solid members of the Olympic Competition Class Three.

The only important exam left for him would be the college entrance exam.

Like having been tense for a long time, Jiang Nian let out a sigh, finding himself quite interested in watching the rain. When one’s mood is good, everything looks pleasing to the eye.

He didn’t bring an umbrella, but Xu Qianqian surely did.

Going home in the rain, taking a shower, lying in bed playing on his phone. Buying some things, confirming plans for later, chatting with his younger sisters, playing games until he fell asleep at ten.

Just the thought of it made him already thrilled.

Buzz, his phone vibrated.

He thought it was a message from Zhang Ningzhi, but when he took out his phone he saw it was from Chen Yunyun.

"Are you on your way back?"

"No."

After a while, Chen Yunyun replied.

"Did you bring an umbrella?"

Jiang Nian glanced at Xu Qianqian’s class, typing his response.

"Have an umbrella."

"OK."

In the girls’ dormitory, Chen Yunyun put down her phone.

She had just been eating on the dormitory cafeteria side, the rain was pouring hard and fast. She and Wang Yuhe got soaked instantly, but fortunately, they had prepared hot water at noon.

They wiped their hair, dried themselves a bit, changed into fresh clothes, and planned to shower later when the rain stopped.

Wang Yuhe had already prepared two buckets of water with the right temperature. She poked her head out in curiosity to look at Chen Yunyun, calling to her.

"Help me get some clothes."

"Okay."

Chen Yunyun grabbed her own clothes, and took the clothes from Wang Yuhe’s bed with her. The two of them entered the small bathroom, and the lights in the dormitory stayed on until eleven.

In the bathroom, under the orange light, steam filled the air.

While wiping herself down, Chen Yunyun chatted casually with Wang Yuhe.

"Yuhe, was that couple in the cafeteria just now from our class?"

"The girl with the big chest?" Wang Yuhe asked.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yunyun blushed a little, thinking that was a bit too straightforward.

"No, Ji Jiayu and her boyfriend... seemed like they were arguing."