Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 192 - 163: Li Qingrong: A Gift for You

Chapter 192: Chapter 163: Li Qingrong: A Gift for You

After school, all the desks in the class were pushed back, creating a chaotic scene.

In the evening, in the corridor.

Jiang Nian and a few others leaned against the railing, chatting aimlessly while watching girls pass by below. In the distance, the sky was dim, only allowing a vague view of the Qingmu Ridge’s outline.

Li Hua was scratching his head anxiously.

"Nian, what do you think Lao Liu is waiting for? Why hasn’t he come yet?"

Ma Guojun picked up the conversation, "Maybe he’s waiting for the results."

"What results?"

"Of course, the big semester exam results. The Chinese language score isn’t out yet, what can Lao Liu do?" Jiang Nian said, "Once the results are out, Lao Liu will have room to maneuver."

"The Chinese answer sheet should be handed out before night study, right? Or during evening reading?" Li Hua asked.

"Maybe." Jiang Nian said.

"Knowing Lao Liu’s style, I think he might switch classes." Ma Guojun predicted, "Previously, when Yu Zhiyi wasn’t fitting in, Lao Liu switched her class."

"Really?" Jiang Nian asked curiously.

"Apparently she wasn’t fitting in, but the specific reason is unknown." Ma Guojun said, "However, after she switched classes, her social circle seemed to improve."

"Where did she switch to? There are only four science Olympic competition classes, right?" Jiang Nian said.

"It definitely can’t be Class 2, the homeroom teacher next door isn’t a garbage collector." Li Hua said, "I guess Lao Liu should negotiate with the homeroom teacher of either Class 1 or Class 4."

Class 4 is the Olympic Competition Class 4, where Xu Qianqian’s class is, um... hard to evaluate.

"Tsk, it’s probably not likely to be Class 4." Jiang Nian blurted out.

"Huh? Why?" Li Hua and Ma Guojun both looked at Jiang Nian, "Do you know some insider information?"

"I wouldn’t say insider information, but their new homeroom teacher is a hot-tempered middle-aged woman." Jiang Nian said offhandedly, "She probably won’t give Lao Liu the time of day."

Li Hua touched his chin, frowned, and said.

"Then Lao Liu, to switch someone, can only look for Class 1."

"Class 1 has quite a few idiots." Ma Guojun commented, "Someone from their class once stole sodium from the chemistry lab and threw it into the toilet drain."

"Whoa, was that the Olympic Class 1?" Jiang Nian recalled, "I heard the bean-sized sodium cracked the pipe, filling the toilet with white smoke."

"Yeah, they thought a bean-sized piece of sodium wouldn’t do any harm." Li Hua said, "But that stuff catches fire first, you know, and when it hit the water, it exploded."

"Crap, don’t really switch Sodium Brother over." Jiang Nian was dumbfounded.

"Whoever gets switched over won’t be anything good, if it’s a guy, he’s definitely a weirdo." Ma Guojun adjusted his glasses while smiling.

Another joker.

Jiang Nian didn’t care, whoever comes is the same. He hadn’t done anything anyway, it was Yuan Zhengchuan and Ji Jiayu causing a scene in front of the cafeteria by themselves.

He merely facilitated the situation and went with the flow.

If they loved each other, they might reconcile, attend the same university, and eventually marry and have children, leading a wonderful and happy life.

Love can overcome all difficulties except for the bride price! As for whether Yuan Zhengchuan can afford the bride price, that’s not Jiang Nian’s concern.

Anyway, in this meddling place, traditional customs reign supreme.

When you win over a girl from Zhen Nan, you’ll find her and her parents’ possessiveness over you will peak, including the money in your pocket and the bride price.

After chatting for a while, Jiang Nian left to relieve himself. When he returned from the toilet, he found both sons were missing.

Suddenly, he realized something, and hurriedly went into the classroom.

Sure enough... the entire classroom’s desks were covered with white answer sheets. As they guessed, the Chinese answer sheet had been released early.

But strangely, Li Hua and Ma Guojun were nowhere to be found.

Jiang Nian glanced at his score, Chinese 103, opened the essay section, and sure enough, it was 38.

The good thing is, all the subjects he worked hard on had feedback.

First was his daily lunchtime must-refresh subject, mathematics. In the big exam, he finally scored over 120. Not much talent or skill involved, just practice makes perfect.

Next was biology, he scored over 80, living up to expectations from Qingbao.

Actually, if reviewing everything, adding the points he shouldn’t have missed in physics... no, no, that’s too much like Li Hua.

For example, adding the careless points, then the mistake points, keeping all the lucky points firm in hand. If tallied up, his mental victory would be six hundred points.

So pathetic, a senior year Ah Q.

He looked around, Zhizhi Baby 118, Li Hua scored 100 in Chinese. Emperor Fangfang 110. Wu Jungu 107, Zeng You 99.

The class monitor scored 126, which was quite outrageous.

However, to be fair, there wasn’t much of a gap in the Chinese scores.

After Jiang Nian finished looking, he planned to admire his total score, suddenly discovering an extra answer sheet on his desk, it looked like the comprehensive science answer sheet.

Hmm... the class monitor’s science answer sheet?

What’s going on?

Jiang Nian slapped his face, suddenly feeling nervous. He didn’t remember ever having such a major crush outburst, how did he end up with the class monitor’s science answer sheet?

Forget it, maybe I’ll just take a look.

Just as he was about to put it back, there came Nie Qiqi.

"Jiang Nian, what was your score in Chinese?" she asked, making him swallow nervously.

"No... not much."

Shit, why does everything happen as soon as it’s mentioned?

Panicking, he used his Chinese answer sheet to cover up Li Qingrong’s science answer sheet.

No kidding, who... who deliberately put this on my desk, who... no, is framing me on purpose! I haven’t even looked!

Admit it, this is your desk?

Screw it, gonna film ’In the Name of Class 3.’ Then I’d be the first to get caught, charged with being too much of a nerd, collecting the class monitor’s answer sheets.

Darn, let’s not mock each other among classmates, let’s give each other a break.

"Still shy, let me see." Nie Qiqi quickly leaned over, "103, not bad, low score slightly cute."

Cute my ass! Your whole family is cute! Chi Shi Chi Shi Chi Shi!

Jiang Nian was about to lose it; does everyone in this class have a problem? When will this negative trend to compare scores and mock each other stop?

"Well, not as high as yours."

"Of course, I’ve never scored below 110 in Chinese." The not-even-160cm-tall Nie Qiqi said proudly, "I warn you, don’t touch the class monitor’s stuff, got it?"

"I didn’t touch anything."

Nie Qiqi snorted twice and, perhaps on a roll, added, "Though I look small, I’m actually a smiling tiger. Innocent, pretty, and pure on the surface, but touch my bottom line, and I’ll!!"

She stopped mid-sentence, as she saw out of the corner of her eye that the class monitor Li Qingrong and Cai Xiang (Vice Minister) were walking in from the door, and suddenly changed her tone.

"...I’ll lower my bottom line a bit because I’m a somewhat timid smiling tiger. Don’t mention this to the class monitor, just pretend I was never here."

Nie Qiqi slipped back to her seat obediently.

Jiang Nian was nonplussed, turned and saw his main issue arrive, also seeing a serious-looking Cai Xiang next to Li Qingrong, nearly scaring the soul out of him.

How am I supposed to sneak it back now? Maybe just pretend I found it on the ground?

Oh, good idea.

Jiang Nian stared at the answer sheet, hearing the sound of someone taking a seat behind him. He was ready to turn and say his prepared lie.

This is pointless, I’m truly innocent this time.

Three, two, one!

As he was about to turn, someone poked him from behind.

"Hmm?" Jiang Nian had already turned around, and words he’d prepared stuck in his throat, he momentarily forgot what he was going to say, "You...."

Li Qingrong looked at him and spoke first.

"Did you see the answer sheet?"

"Yeah, I got it from...." Jiang Nian organized his words, ready for another round of explaining.

Unexpectedly, Li Qingrong nodded.

"It’s for you."

For... Jiang Nian swallowed his words again, what’s happening? Why give such a strange thing as an answer sheet?

"You don’t like it?" Li Qingrong asked in confusion.

"Not really." Jiang Nian said sincerely, "Really giving it to me?"

Wait, what am I supposed to do with an answer sheet, don’t be so pathetic. Hold on a bit, I’m not some brainless fangirl like Nie Qiqi!

"Yes." Li Qingrong nodded, "Giving it to you."

Jiang Nian looked at the clarity in the class monitor’s eyes, felt a bit like confessing.

After engaging in abstract practices for too long, he might have picked up a slight perversion, this cursed collecting fetish. Accepting the answer sheet wasn’t entirely off the table, considering it wouldn’t be polite to refuse the class monitor’s goodwill.

Forget it, let things be.

"Alright, thank you, class monitor." Jiang Nian ultimately accepted it, he didn’t have a test paper box, he clipped it together with his stuff instead.

Li Qingrong watched intently as he "treasured" the answer sheet she gave him. Although her face showed no expression, her eyes visibly brightened.

As Jiang Nian turned his head back, she was already bent over writing on her paper.

Approaching the evening reading period.

The classroom gradually filled with students returning from outside, and Yu Tongjie, upon returning to his seat, saw his Chinese answer sheet. He was first stunned, then overjoyed.

Finally, it’s here, won’t aim for six hundred, will lower the standard, just need a total score of five hundred seventy.

As long as his Chinese test scored above 120, his total would easily surpass the threshold of five hundred seventy. By then, he’d directly approach Lao Liu for a group change on the grounds of academic progress.

Hehehe.

"One hundred twenty, one hundred twenty, my essay alone can score over fifty." Yu Tongjie muttered softly, rubbing his hands in anticipation of witnessing a miracle.

This time, the essay topic was super simple, a line by Qu Yuan. [The road ahead is long, I shall seek my way up and down.]

The main idea, isn’t it persistence?

The thing he understood most was persistence; ever since joining the class. He’s faced various trials and challenges, shouting that he can’t take it while persisting in studying.

This AV-like life! Will this time be a victory?

He opened the Chinese answer sheet, and the glaring number was 95.

Yu Tongjie was stunned, the smile on his face disappeared immediately. He looked at the name, it was his, the student ID matched, flipped to the back, essay scored 38.

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