Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 200 - 170 How is this class.....weird

Chapter 200: Chapter 170 How is this class.....weird

"Hello everyone, I’m Zhou Yuting, moving up from class 303 downstairs."

On the podium, Zhou Yuting introduced herself confidently and graciously.

Jiang Nian, with his hand supporting his head on the desk, glanced at the girl on stage. He showed no expression on his face, contemplating whether to throw a ball at her face in the next gym class.

Forget it, maybe he’ll ride a new bike another day and let her check the headlights.

The animosity between the two was already out in the open, making their encounters particularly intense.

But now being in the same class, whoever loses their cool first loses.

"Downstairs 303? Wasn’t that your former class?" Li Hua curiously asked, "Nian, your classmate, why aren’t you reacting?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ningzhi nervously glanced over.

"You were in the same class?"

Even Huang Fang and Zeng You in the front row turned their heads for the first time, looking back.

Jiang Nian was a bit speechless and had to answer.

"Not close."

Upon hearing "not close," the group finally focused elsewhere.

Zhou Yuting’s energetic self-introduction showcased her as a lively and pretty girl.

Whether it was her smile or gaze, she managed it perfectly.

It wasn’t surprising that Jiang Nian, being so withdrawn and abstract, wasn’t familiar with her in the same class.

Sigh, no fun to watch anymore.

Zhou Yuting’s self-introduction on stage received a lot of applause, but she could feel that this class wasn’t watching her, or rather their attention on her lasted only half a minute.

Most of the focus, especially seventy percent of the boys’ gaze, was on the beautiful and well-shaped girl, Yu Zhiyi, sitting beside her.

It was the beginning of November, and the weather was gradually cooling down.

Most people still preferred wearing long sleeves and an outer jacket.

Because they love freedom, most people chose to leave the zipper open.

When Yu Zhiyi did her class introduction, she was wearing a long-sleeved shirt with a smiley face.

Because her mind was broad, the little yellow face displayed a brilliant smile.

Zhou Yuting stood aside, smiling, but her heart felt a little melancholy.

She had a decent figure and had once bought a similar shirt mimicking a viral video online.

But she found out that this cursed Sima smile couldn’t be pulled off.

The arc of the little yellow face’s smile was practically mocking.

Girls are indeed very afraid of comparisons; for today, Zhou Yuting had specially dressed up.

Who would have thought a girl would come and steal all the limelight, and...she seemed to have originally belonged to this class.

Ding ding ding.

The class bell rang, ending the brief self-introduction.

There wasn’t much to introduce, after all, Yu Zhiyi had always been in this class.

As for Zhou Yuting, she was just a new face moving up classes.

When Zhang Ningzhi, Jiang Nian, and Yu Tongjie moved up together before, they also had brief self-introductions.

Afterward, classes resumed, and no one cared.

Today was special because there were still many rumors about Yu Zhiyi.

This class had quite a few fun-loving people, especially Li Hua and Lin Dong.

It’s just fine to have excitement; who needs a bicycle?

As for Wu Jungu, Jiang Nian noticed him as he returned from running drills.

Accurately speaking, since Yu Zhiyi entered the classroom, he hadn’t lifted his head.

The morning quickly passed, Zhou Yuting adapted quite well.

She filled in Yuan Zhengchuan’s spot, surrounded by boys who were easy to get along with.

With her amicable and engaging nature, she met two boys during a ten-minute break.

Huang Caicai seemed quite straightforward, while Yang Qiming...felt a bit strange.

For some reason, it always felt like his eyes carried a faint sadness.

Honestly, it seemed a bit pretentious.

The dismissal bell rang, and Zhou Yuting looked around at the scholarly scene.

Unable to help it, a warm feeling surged through her; so this was the Olympic class? A place filled with academic excellence.

Scholars meet in conversation, while the uncouth never frequent.

Enduring hardship and finally...finally moving up a class.

This was the class of her dreams: no heckling, no bad atmosphere or troublesome boys.

Everyone was diligently studying, and she couldn’t fall behind.

She silently vowed to integrate into this class. To become one of the academic elites, then visit her old class, and show off in front of relatives during the New Year.

In a small county town, this mattered a lot, as some compete over family backgrounds and offspring.

For this, she set three goals: short-term, mid-term, and long-term goals.

The ultimate goal was naturally to pass the college entrance examination and get into Ludao University.

Summer, the sea, fireworks, and Ludao University along with Zhou Yuting, was simply a perfect match.

Returning to the topic, her short-term goal was to integrate into the group.

The experiences of the academic elites were valuable, and aside from someone, building good relationships would benefit long-term learning.

The mid-term goal was to stand out in the next Six Cities exam and beat a certain bastard.

The long-term goal was to rank in the top ten of this class in the mock exam.

The last two goals could wait for the future.

What concerned Zhou Yuting was the first short-term goal, which currently had two obstacles.

One was her grades, and the other was whether Jiang Nian would badmouth her everywhere.

Grades...she hadn’t seen this class’s ranking yet and needed to estimate her position.

Jiang Nian...he truly was a complete bastard, she hadn’t realized before how sharp-tongued he was; she couldn’t let him slander her maliciously.

As for how to integrate into the class, Zhou Yuting decided to rely on her looks...

Around them, there was the hustle and bustle.

After school, Chen Yunyun dragged Wang Yuhe out of the classroom. It was a daily task for boarding students to fetch hot water for washing hair at noon.

"Hurry, hurry, or we won’t get a spot."

Hearing this, Zhou Yuting, who hadn’t left her seat, glanced toward the source of the voice.

Initially, she only felt it was familiar (smile) turns out even the academic elites of the Olympic class would...

Upon closer look, she froze.

During the introduction on stage, she hadn’t observed everyone below closely.

She also used the pumpkin therapy for her presentation, imagining her classmates as pumpkins.

This method was something she read in a magazine called Yilin, claiming foreign kids often used it.

Upon taking a closer look now, Zhou Yuting was absolutely taken aback.

That girl who spoke was stunningly beautiful, even more than the girl with the large chest; she hadn’t noticed at all earlier.

"President, are you going home now?" Nie Qiqi shamelessly leaned toward Li Qingrong’s seat.

Zhou Yuting was subconsciously drawn to the voice, then saw a more exquisite face.

Her face was filled with confusion; wasn’t the president the girl who seemed a bit fierce?

Did the Olympic class have two presidents?

In a blink of an eye, the executive deputy class leader, and discipline committee, Cai Xiaoqing, pulled Nie Qiqi back with one hand.

"Talk from a distance! Why are you so close!"

"Ha! Mind your own business!" Nie Qiqi, righteously, "Why don’t you talk about Jiang Nian, he was close to the president last recess too!"

"He was asking a question, unlike you, you little vixen!" Cai Xiaoqing rolled her eyes and dragged the waving Nie Qiqi away.

Li Qingrong didn’t respond, continuing to focus on her work.

She had a habit of waiting ten minutes after school before leaving, avoiding crowded corridors and stairways. She could slowly walk to the school gate, enjoying the quiet atmosphere.

Zhou Yuting stared at Li Qingrong’s profile, utterly mesmerized.

Why was the president of class three so beautiful?

She hadn’t heard anyone mention it before, even when someone complained about there being no pretty girls in their senior year. It made her a bit proud because scarcity is precious.

Now...

"Zhi Zhi, why haven’t you left yet?" Yao Beibei stepped over Jiang Nian’s desk, hugging Zhang Ningzhi, "How about having dinner at my place?"

Zhang Ningzhi looked a bit conflicted, replying softly.

"I’m a bit tired, I want to go home to sleep, otherwise I won’t be energetic in the afternoon."

Zhou Yuting redirected her gaze from Zhang Ningzhi, feeling a tumult in her heart.

How is it possible there are so many pretty girls in this class, no... the quality of the girls in this class is so high?

It completely contradicted her stereotypical image of academic elites, who usually wore high ponytails and had bright and expressive eyes. Short in stature and having an energetic voice of a proper girl.

But...what’s going on with this class?

In class 303 she could rank first in terms of looks, but now in this class,

Forget about top five, with the girl with the big chest here, she could only rank top ten.

What a class!

.....

The Olympic class, oh no, Olympic class three’s gender ratio was two to one.

Honestly, all twenty girls in class three were quite good-looking.

It’s not insincerely flattering; it’s indeed the case. The overall appearance quality of girls in class three ranked first in their grade.

Seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls, naturally at their peak in appearance.

Plus...of course, this was just Jiang Nian’s gloomy guess; perhaps there were so many pretty girls in the class, pressuring the others unawares.

After all, under the ominous presence of Li Qingrong, girls inevitably paid more attention to their external appearance.

While it didn’t lead to makeup, washing their hair became more frequent. Along with paying attention to their daily clothes, hairstyle matching, and skincare.

The high appearance quality among the girls directly led to more couples. There were three couples in class three overall, one left, and another, Yu Zhiyi, joined.

Adding one and subtracting one, so it remained three pairs.

Jiang Nian thought so as he returned from the cafeteria. With a swagging pace that looked inviting for trouble, he walked over the boundary between the third-year building and the ground.

His figure vanished into the shadows beneath the third-year building, moving upwards along the stairs.

Just as he returned to the classroom hallway, someone called him before he entered the door.

"Jiang Nian."

He turned around, somewhat surprised; the third-year building clearly seemed sturdy, so why did it feel like it was shaking?

"What’s up?"

At the back door of the classroom, Yu Zhiyi quickly stepped out, slightly dazzling under the sunlight.

"Can I ask you something?"

Jiang Nian glanced at her; in the sunlight, Yu Zhiyi looked a bit pitiful.

"No, I’m busy."

"Busy with what?" Yu Zhiyi was persistent.

Since she transferred back, she naturally had to manage her relationship with Wu Jungu.

Although they had broken up, Yu Zhiyi hoped to understand more about things.

Not that she wanted to reconcile, she didn’t want a relationship now.

She only wanted to clarify things, not wanting to owe Wu Jungu without knowing the reasons. Perhaps to... explain things clearly, part amicably.

Therefore, she needed someone to help her understand; among Wu Jungu’s group, Li Hua was hard to approach.

After thinking it over, only Jiang Nian seemed suitable.

Jiang Nian didn’t expect she’d be so insistent, asking even after being refused.

"Nothing, don’t want to answer."

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