Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 228 - 196: Life is like Louis XVI, there’s no end in sight

Chapter 228: Chapter 196: Life is like Louis XVI, there’s no end in sight

A brightly lit classroom.

Halfway through the first evening self-study session, Jiang Nian collapsed onto the desk.

Starving to the core.

Felt like devouring three whole pigs at once.

This afternoon, he was too busy showing off his newly acquired skills, got so excited that he forgot to eat.

Actually, Qianqian didn’t eat either, but a girl’s appetite can be big or small. She casually said she wasn’t hungry, and then found a few fruits in the fridge to fill up.

Jiang Nian politely declined, fruits just couldn’t replace a proper meal.

He had tried this once when he was home alone and his parents had gone back to the countryside. In the afternoon, he ate a ton of fruits and ended up starving with green glowing eyes in the middle of the night.

There was still half an hour until the end of self-study, and he couldn’t hold on any longer.

Wait, does Zhi Zhi baby have any food?

The answer he got was negative.

"Snacks make you fat, I don’t dare to eat them recently," Zhang Ningzhi cautiously explained, "What should you do? There’s still some time until the end of self-study, are you very hungry now?"

"It’s okay, I’ll ask someone else." he said.

Jiang Nian looked at Li Hua, and directly reached into his desk belly.

"No food at all, what are you reading books for!"

Li Hua looked bewildered, then he rubbed some black dirt off his arm with great force using his saliva.

"Want a power pill?"

Jiang Nian opened his mouth, but words failed him.

"Hua, I feel like you can rely on a rich lady to take care of you in the future."

Hearing this, a hint of surprise appeared on Li Hua’s face.

"Really? You think I’m handsome too?"

Ma Guojun, who had been aware of the commotion on that side from across the aisle, had held back his laughter when he saw Li Hua rubbing the dirt, but couldn’t hold it when he heard this.

"Haha, you handsome? Haha, holy crap."

"What’s that? Can you also rely on a rich lady?" Li Hua curved the corner of his mouth, "Old Ma, are you jealous?"

"Jealous? Holy crap, haha." Before being named by the discipline committee, Ma Guojun said, "Jiang Nian means your skin is thick, not afraid of steel wool."

Li Hua felt a bit hurt.

He had just played basketball that afternoon, and there were too many people at this hour. Inevitably encountering those who are good and like to show off, which was truly uncomfortable.

Played for forty minutes, barely touched the ball, but sweated a lot.

Li Hua looked at Jiang Nian taking a cookie from Ma Guojun’s hand, unwilling to watch Jiang Nian eat just like that.

He prepared to rub some more dirt and pile it on the desk’s edge to disgust Jiang Nian.

Jiang Nian saw through Li Hua’s intention and directly pulled out a book to block him. Out of sight, out of mind, directly thwarting Li Hua’s plan on the spot, ending it hastily.

He had just unpacked the cookie but hadn’t eaten it when suddenly, someone tapped him on the back.

After turning around, he found it was Li Qingrong.

"Class president?"

Li Qingrong, without knowing when, extended her hand, making a fist with her palm up. She didn’t speak either; when her white, tender palm opened, it revealed two candies, lightly resting there.

Then, she pushed them forward, seemingly asking.

Want them?

Of course, the more, the better, starving to the core.

"Thank you."

Jiang Nian only hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take the candies from Li Qingrong’s palm. His fingers inevitably brushing against her palm, not hot, somewhat cool.

This reminded him of ice cream, making him feel a bit...

Damn, he was delusional from hunger.

He took a candy, sneaking a look at Li Qingrong again. The class president looked the same, showing no change on her face; but truly, she was nice.

Jiang Nian turned back and started stealthily eating.

Zhang Ningzhi glanced at Jiang Nian and, while grabbing books from the basket under her seat, turned to look at the class president in the back row when she bent down.

The class president was cold on the outside but warm inside, quite adorable.

As soon as the evening self-study ended, Jiang Nian was the first to charge out of the classroom.

Inside the classroom, Sun Zhicheng was feeling smug.

Ever since he found out that Yang Qiming got dumped by his girlfriend, he felt instantly more at ease. Thinking of the punches he took yesterday, they seemed sweet now.

Though you hit me and it hurt, it probably wasn’t as painful as your girlfriend leaving you.

She even screamed.

Haha.

Thinking about it, Sun Zhicheng stood up like a triumphant rooster. He gave Yang Qiming a disdainful look, snickering as he walked out of the classroom.

From a rival’s perspective, Yang Qiming was already down for the count.

He held a weapon no less potent than a nuclear bomb, ready to take Yang Qiming down at any moment.

No one helps me with lofty ambitions, I climb the mountain peak myself.

.....

Was it an illusion?

Huang Caicai felt like he had gotten... a bit fatter recently?

As soon as class ended, he looked at Yang Qiming, wearing a simple smile. But seeing Yang Qiming directly fall asleep on the desk, he swallowed back his words.

Ah, Yang is deeply hurt.

Burp, drank too much water.

Huang Caicai swayed as he stood up, ready to head to the restroom.

Just as he reached the back door of the classroom, he suddenly heard Dong Wensong bragging about the legendary shrimp dumpling king, making him pause, thinking to himself, "This is something I know well."

After all, he just had it last night; he could still remember the taste.

"The taste is okay, over two servings is a bit overwhelming."

Hearing this, Dong Wensong was stunned.

He couldn’t help but look towards the source of the voice, seeing only Huang Caicai’s simple, honest face.

"You’ve tried it too?"

It’s not really expensive, but it’s a bit pricey for students. Especially coming from Huang Caicai’s mouth, it seemed ridiculous.

"Yes, tasted just okay." Huang Caicai grinned.

Some folks spread joy wherever they go, like Li Hua and Yao Beibei, social butterflies. But some, bring joy only by leaving.

Like Dong Wensong.

"Caicai doing well, eating shrimp dumpling king?" Dong Wensong scratched his head, surveying Huang Caicai with bovine eyes, "The real shrimp dumpling king?"

"Frozen, right, often sold in supermarkets, few bucks a pack, honestly, not even dogs would eat it."

"No, handmade shrimp dumpling king, twenty to thirty bucks per serving." Huang Caicai knew what Dong Wensong implied, but he replied with a smile, "Meh, just average."

"Wow, actually ate it, didn’t eat all day?" Dong Wensong laughed loudly, "That stuff’s pricey, not worth it, no need to eat."

Huang Caicai nodded in agreement.

"Stuffed, almost vomited."

Dong Wensong’s face turned a bit red, scratching his head and ears.

"Ah, then....then ate quite a bit, honestly not much use. Thirty bucks for just a few, just a belly filler."

"Yeah, yeah." Huang Caicai smiled simply, "Wasted over a hundred bucks, never eating that stuff again in this life, almost traumatized."

Dong Wensong had no words, rubbing his palms without a sound.

Seeing this, Huang Caicai left the classroom.

The night wind blew, making him feel suddenly refreshed inside.

Thinking to himself, Yang is truly amazing, buying over a hundred bucks of shrimp dumpling king. With such capability, he’s so low-key in the class and also so devoted.

Proud to have helped Yang boast a bit.

With this thought, Huang Caicai slightly puffed out his chest.

Yet, he unexpectedly locked eyes with Sun Zhicheng casually gazing around the corridor, and both awkwardly diverted their eyes.

Sun Zhicheng glanced at Huang Caicai thinking, isn’t this Yang Qiming’s sidekick?

Huang Caicai retracted his gaze, secretly deciding someone who’s not on good terms with Yang couldn’t be overly friendly with him either. So he looked straight ahead, briskly walking towards the restroom.

.....

Zhou Yuting just got back from the restroom and encountered Yu Tongjie on her way.

She didn’t dare to greet him at all, just lowered her head, quickly passing by. Not until reaching the classroom door did she quietly sigh in relief.

After promoting to a new class, nothing improved as expected.

Life felt like Louis XVI, having neither a start nor an end in sight.

She returned to her seat, glanced at Yang Qiming who was slumped over and rolled her eyes.

Brother Sorrow switched scripts again, what’s this, a breakup tale?

Or the wronged party from a toxic relationship?

Does this trick still work nowadays? Still playing the empathy-seeking game with tales of heartbreak from a decade ago, always talking about ex-girlfriends! What era is this!

So annoying, surrounded by a bunch of weirdos, never a peaceful day.

The bell for the next class rang.

Jiang Nian was five minutes late to the classroom, holding a bottle of Sprite. Seeing no teacher, he directly entered the classroom and returned to his seat, just about to say something.

Suddenly, Lao Liu, the headteacher, arrived to announce the list of those receiving poverty aid.

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