Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 210 - 180: I Like to Bring Food to People When I’m in a Bad Mood

Chapter 210: Chapter 180: I Like to Bring Food to People When I’m in a Bad Mood

Li Hua left, Jiang Nian also quit directly.

The gym class was just a short time, with Li Hua there, they could at least have some fun watching. But with Li Hua gone, it seemed pointless for Jiang Nian to continue shooting.

Without realizing it, he had become like a non-stick pan used for making crepes by Qingbao.

"Let’s go." Jiang Nian waved and left the basketball court.

Chen Yunyun walked alongside him, her figure slim. Under the midday sun, even in a school jacket, she still carried a clean and vibrant aura.

A person-worth distance between them, she spoke with her hands behind her back.

"You’re really good at basketball."

"Oh, not really, I haven’t played much, mainly it’s because my shots are....." Jiang Nian choked halfway, ".....accurate, thanks for passing the ball."

"It’s nothing, I had a lot of fun too." Chen Yunyun’s gentle face was outlined by the sunlight, "Because Yuhe was playing badminton, that’s why I..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian was a bit surprised.

"She’s still practicing?"

Chen Yunyun thought for a moment, then turned her head and said,

"She’s quite vengeful."

Damn, what kind of persistent elementary schooler is this.

The two of them stopped under the shade of a big tree outside the sports field, Jiang Nian turned and asked Chen Yunyun,

"How about I treat you and Wang Yuhe to lunch at the cafeteria? I just want a change of taste."

"Lunch?" Chen Yunyun was surprised, initially happy, then hesitant, "But I haven’t washed my hair, I planned to wash it at noon today."

"Didn’t you just wash it yesterday?" Jiang Nian asked, puzzled.

"You remembered wrong, I wash on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays." Chen Yunyun spoke with a serious and meticulous tone, "If I sweat, I wash anytime, the plan can’t be disrupted."

"If I can’t wash my hair today, I’ll take leave and wash it elsewhere tomorrow."

"Huh? Well..... never mind." Jiang Nian said.

"No, no, no, can it be in the afternoon?" Chen Yunyun pursed her lips, raising the stakes, "You don’t need to treat me, I’ll treat you, I don’t feel like eating lunch without washing my hair."

"You won’t eat lunch?" Jiang Nian was stunned.

"No, I definitely....." Chen Yunyun blushed, unsure of how to explain.

She couldn’t say she didn’t want to eat with him without having washed her hair, even if it was just in the cafeteria, but.....

"Oh, oh, I got it." Jiang Nian pondered for a moment, "You want me to help wash your hair, but feel embarrassed to ask."

Chen Yunyun was bewildered, "What?"

"It’s not impossible, it’s my first time with no experience." Jiang Nian started to get bashful, "What brand of shampoo do you use?"

"I’m not, you, you, you....." Chen Yunyun stammered, flustered by his words, "I.... you, no need, I already planned to wash it with Yuhe."

...

Wu Jungu sat at the shaded base of a wall at the sports field, on steps covered with a circle of moss.

He did nothing, supporting his legs with his hands and staring blankly at the ground.

He knew Yu Zhiyi was watching, intentionally or not. His body had a mind of its own, deliberately putting on a near listless scene in front of her.

A shadow fell over him; when he looked up, it was Yu Zhiyi.

Her brows furrowed, blocking out a large swath of sunlight.

"Let’s talk."

"Yeah."

"Firstly, we’re already broken up, I hope you can move on." Yu Zhiyi spoke concisely, "What needed to be said was made clear at the time of the breakup."

Wu Jungu didn’t look up, tearing a leaf apart in his hand.

"I know."

"So what are you doing now?" Yu Zhiyi’s face was displeased, "I have to say... never mind, I’ll be straightforward, I’m quite selfish."

Upon hearing this, Wu Jungu stopped his hand, muttering softly,

"No."

She took a deep breath, not wanting to argue about selfishness, and continued,

"I hope you’ll be a bit more selfish, not become the old me. Because I lack patience and sympathy, I don’t want to see you continue in this slump."

Wu Jungu didn’t know what to say, silent and speechless.

About half a minute later, he looked up.

"Is that all?"

Yu Zhiyi glanced at him, frowning as she asked,

"What?"

"If that’s all you wanted to say, then you can leave now." Wu Jungu stood up, suddenly seeing things clearly in his conflicted mind, calmly saying,

"I don’t care, in the literal sense of not caring."

On the other side of the sports field, Huang Caicai stared at the two figures, plucking a handful of grass.

"Yang, isn’t that Yu Zhiyi?"

"Yes, it looks like they’re arguing." Yang Qiming was triggered by old memories, "Back at the milk tea shop, I argued with her just like that."

Huang Caicai was stunned, thinking how uncultured that was.

"What a pity."

Yang Qiming’s gaze traversed the sports field, watching the quarreling Yu Zhiyi and Wu Jungu, a trace of envy in his eyes.

"Yes."

Huang Caicai was also watching the argument, though only focusing on Yu Zhiyi.

After all, Yu Zhiyi was the prettiest he’d seen in real life; as for Wu Jungu, he didn’t care at all.

Sigh, he missed the days when Brother Dong would take him to fetch water, secretly peeking at girls bending over.

Initially, he thought it was just an ordinary evening, but it turned out to be a life-altering moment. With Brother Dong changing dorms, the bond between the three brothers gradually grew distant.

Remembering brothers of the same dorm on the fourth of November, inserting dogwood leaves but missing one.

Yang Qiming stared blankly for a moment, suddenly standing up.

"Cailang, I’m planning to win her back!"

"Huh?"

Huang Caicai looked up, seeing Yang Qiming standing in the sunlight. Suddenly he felt Yang appeared to be such a towering figure, and he felt a pang of concern.

"Actually, Yang..."

"The day after tomorrow is her birthday, I’m planning to give her a gift to win her back." Yang Qiming’s tone was firm, as if he’d made a resolution.

Huang Caicai, once blessed with wonton benevolence, tried to dissuade Yang Qiming.

"No need for that, Yang; just check on her class tomorrow instead?"

That comment implied something a bit ominous, suggesting Yang Qiming’s ex might have a situation. Like getting her hair done or cosplaying as a little Christmas reindeer.

Yang Qiming was not pleased, but he didn’t reprimand.

"She loves those shrimp dumplings from the restaurant on Jian She Road, I’ll bring her some. Let her know I haven’t forgotten even the smallest details of our love."

Shrimp dumpling king?

Huang Caicai was taken aback. Could it be the famed shrimp dumpling king costing thirty yuan per serving?

Those are thirty yuan for only four dumplings!

Although the store claims they’re handmade, but! But... even if the shrimp are peeled by the mouths of twenty-eight girls, they shouldn’t cost eight yuan apiece, right?

Yang’s ex liked them best? Meaning she often ate them!

What kind of family is that!

For a split second, a vision popped into Huang Caicai’s mind of two little figures. One representing kindness, the other evil, both staring at him.

Almost in unison, they shouted.

"But that is!! Shrimp Dumpling King!"

In a flash, Huang Caicai stood up, swallowing hard.

"Yang! Go for it!"

He really wanted to taste the shrimp dumpling king, even if it meant an impactful farewell.

But the advice had been given with no effect.

Then... why not.....

Yang Qiming, seemingly carefree yet actually insightful, saw the fervor in his brother’s eyes, a true heartfelt well-wishing.

"Cailang, I knew you’d support me." He grinned with gratitude, "Half my success will be thanks to you, just wait, I will reclaim the pinnacle."

Huang Caicai nodded emphatically, "You’ll win, brother!"

....

The afternoon passed by.

During the self-study period, the class came alive.

Jiang Nian sat at Li Hua’s seat, propping his head on his hand, idly browsing through the questions. Next to him sat Yao Beibei, who privately switched seats with Li Hua in the afternoon.

Girls are so strange, sitting like two mascots with Zhang Ningzhi, they don’t even chat in class.

If that’s the case, then why switch seats?

"Jiang Nian, what are you eating this afternoon?" Yao Beibei turned to ask in a low voice, "I have a suggestion, the cold noodles at the entrance are quite tasty."

Hearing this, Jiang Nian gave her a sidelong glance.

"Huang Beibei, you have shares in the cold noodle shop at the entrance, don’t you?"

"My last name isn’t Huang!" Yao Beibei was speechless, but she quickly composed herself, "Fine, I was just asking if you needed anything, and I could bring you some."

"Do you have a crush on me?"

"Get lost! Narcissist!" Yao Beibei hit him with a Rizi Punch.

"Ouch, that hurts." Jiang Nian cheekily remarked, "Being a Pornography Identification Expert is tough, you don’t need to go straight into food delivery, do you?"

Yao Beibei snorted, ignoring him, and said,

"When I’m free, I like to bring meals for others. I don’t charge for delivery but only bring food for a select few, if you don’t want it, that’s that."

Zhang Ningzhi, curious, leaned in to ask softly.

"Beibei, why not ask me?"

"It’s because..." Yao Beibei explained, "When I’m in a bad mood, I like delivering meals to people, like feeding chickens, cluck cluck cluck cluck."

Jiang Nian was so dumbfounded his pen fell on the desk.

"You want to treat me like a chicken to feed?"

Zhang Ningzhi’s eyes widened in disbelief, suddenly curious about one thing.

"Beibei, who do you normally bring food for?"

"Lin Dong and Tao Ran."

Jiang Nian: "..."

Yu Tongjie was waiting for the afternoon to end. During the noon break, taking advantage of gym class, he had already made contact with a boy from Li Qingrong’s group.

The other family’s condition was modest, honest and straightforward guy, but with excellent grades.

If a top student who’d never spoken up asked to switch groups, how could Lao Liu refuse? After understanding the situation, there would be no choice but to agree.

Thinking of this, Yu Tongjie smiled.

In the afternoon, he would have lunch with that guy to finalize intents. At the same time, settle the terms, estimating expenses wouldn’t exceed one thousand yuan or even less.

What insights could someone from rural areas have, expecting they’d either want a pair of shoes or simply money.

Whatever it takes, how costly could it be?

Ha ha.

Imagining the wonderful life following the group switch.

Not only would he see Li Qingrong every day, but also hear her voice constantly. Just sitting there was a kind of happiness.

Yu Tongjie had every reason, he had to win over Li Qingrong.

Or rather, only by winning over Li Qingrong could he stand out in the future.

The bell rang, and he stood up from his seat.

Watching the students pouring out the classroom door, Yu Tongjie’s face bore an unswerving smile, "How could little sparrows understand the ambitions of a swan!"

This time, he would surely redeem past failures.