Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 231 - 199: You Can Tell, He Cares A Lot About Rest Time

Chapter 231: Chapter 199: You Can Tell, He Cares A Lot About Rest Time

Zhang Ningzhi thought of the parent-teacher meeting tomorrow and couldn’t help but frown.

She’s a bit curious about how the parent-teacher meeting for the Olympic class is conducted. What will the homeroom teacher say tomorrow? Grades, class performance, or emphasize early dating before college entrance exams...

"You idiot, definitely choose Pineapple Blizzard, the highest single-unit limit," Li Hua debated with Jiang Nian. "A mech that can Blood Burst is practically invincible."

"Bullshit, is your Blood Burst really that good?" Jiang Nian disagreed. "Brother Orange is consistent, as long as the All-or-Nothing mode is activated, even in a losing situation, it can still win."

"Chi Shi, if you say so, then there’s a problem with the power balance in this animation setting," Li Hua expressed doubt and continued to babble on, excitedly poking the table.

Zhang Ningzhi: "...."

The joys and sorrows of people have never been connected.

Qianbao just entered the classroom amidst the enthusiastic early morning reading aloud. From afar, she saw Li Hua and Jiang Nian reading aloud quickly, and she couldn’t help but feel gratified.

What day is it today that even Li Hua started to seriously memorize words?

Young boys nowadays can work hard without warning. I thought only early dating could give them goals, like swearing to get into X University together or the like.

Hehe, their faces are all red from reading so fiercely.

How many have they dated then?

Qianbao quietly approached, and Li Hua and Jiang Nian’s voices became clearer.

"Still not right....."

Li Hua was talking eloquently when he suddenly noticed that Jiang Nian’s expression had changed.

Realizing something, he instantly fell silent, feeling embarrassed and thinking he should say something now. After a few seconds, he blurted out a word.

"Abandon."

Jiang Nian watched as Qianbao dragged Li Hua away, and he couldn’t help but shake his head with a sigh.

"If you really have nothing to do, biting a pen is fine too."

....

Running exercises at noon.

The radio was blaring, the corridor basking in sunlight. Many people chose to honestly go for running exercises. It was a chance to stretch out; staying in the classroom all the time was quite boring too.

Dong Wensong went to find sport officer Liu Yang, covering his cheek as he spoke.

"Liu Yang, my tooth hurts."

Liu Yang was momentarily stunned, then thought for a moment and said.

"Should I blow on it for you?"

Dong Wensong’s expression changed, and he silently took a step back.

"What I meant was I can’t run today. My toothache is so bad that even a slight shake gives me a headache."

"Alright... fine, then. If the homeroom teacher asks, I’ll just tell the truth," Liu Yang said uncertainly. "You could try rinsing with warm water for your toothache."

"OK."

After Liu Yang left, Dong Wensong laughed.

Back at his seat, he leaned back in his chair, feeling smug.

Thinking to himself that getting an excuse to skip running exercises wasn’t hard at all; just a bit of talking and he got his leave, nice and easy.

At this point, there weren’t many people left in the class. When he looked up, he saw Jiang Nian preparing to leave the classroom with Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe, and he felt a bit annoyed.

He’s got a good rapport with the girls, but it’s useless.

Not being sour, just saying the truth.

Having good relations with girls and yet still having to run, sweating like crazy, each one worn out like a dog. Being handsome—does it help? Still can’t avoid paying the bride price.

If you’re not careful, you might get led on by others, becoming a simp.

Just as Dong Wensong was angrily cursing in his heart, suddenly, he noticed Jiang Nian turning to look at him. In that instant, the hair on his arms nearly stood on end.

No way, could he hear?

However, Jiang Nian just glanced at him and turned away. He said something to the two girls beside him, and then they both started laughing.

Dong Wensong felt both shocked and scared, feeling guilty yet a bit angry.

Are they laughing at me?

Three seconds later, he saw Jiang Nian turn and throw a... pen? The thing drew a beautiful arc through the air and landed accurately in the pen holder.

Dong Wensong was stunned, realizing it wasn’t directed at him.

But hearing the exclamations from the two girls at the door made him uncomfortable again. There were few people in the classroom, so was he just a bystander in their showing off?

Is throwing a pen really that cool? If you break one, you have to buy a new one, don’t you? Isn’t this just wasting money, your parents’ money at that? If it was my money, I wouldn’t dare do such a thing, that’s too!! Foolish!

Before he knew it, Dong Wensong’s face was red and warm.

Walking down the hallway stairs.

Wang Yuhe couldn’t hold back her curiosity any longer and asked.

"How did you throw so accurately?"

Jiang Nian remained unfazed and deliberately asked back.

"Just threw it and it went in. Can’t you do the same?"

Wang Yuhe was momentarily at a loss for words but naturally wouldn’t admit defeat.

"Of course... I can."

"Alright, then next time, show me your skills," Jiang Nian casually said, habitually putting some pressure on her, "You wouldn’t lie, would you?"

Chen Yunyun couldn’t take it anymore and interrupted.

"Stop bullying Yuhe every day."

Jiang Nian, indifferent, continued down the stairs.

"Then should I bully you instead?"

Chen Yunyun: "..."

Wang Yuhe felt both annoyed and helpless, secretly vowing to redeem herself in front of Jiang Nian next time, making him genuinely admire her skills!

Luckily, the weather wasn’t too hot or cold, so not many people ended up sweating after the running exercises.

Yu Zhiyi didn’t like running exercises at all, always feeling like someone is watching her.

Whenever she encountered some creepy glances, or those pretending to look elsewhere while briefly glancing, it always made her feel physically uncomfortable, wanting to vent on social media.

By comparison, she felt more comfortable with Jiang Nian’s gaze.

There’s no particular reason; after all, being looked at is unavoidable. If the person is a bit better-looking, at least it doesn’t feel as uncomfortable.

Besides, Jiang Nian seems a bit eccentric.

This person clearly doesn’t like her, even holds strong prejudice.

Yet even so, doesn’t he still like to look?

Thinking of this, Yu Zhiyi couldn’t help but feel a bit pleased, an idea flashed through her mind.

If she could make the person who dislikes her the most willingly fall for her, just the thought of it is already thrilling.

In the running exercises lineup, Jiang Nian was pondering what to eat for lunch.

Looking up, he accidentally caught Zhou Yuting’s gaze.

Both of them instantly averted their eyes, with expressions of annoyance on their faces.

Idiot.

Bastard.

Question: What’s it like being in the same class as your most disliked person?

Zhou Yuting would definitely have some insight, like hanging herself in front of Lin Zhengying, unable to do anything about it, just watching him bounce around back and forth.

You can’t spoil him, but you can’t exactly beat him up either.

After school at noon.

Lin Dong ordered milk tea from outside the school with bloodshot eyes, and Jiang Nian didn’t take his money. Instead, he got every member of both small groups a cup of fruit tea as a treat.

There were five people on Jiang Nian’s side and six in his own little group. A total of eleven cups, which was nothing compared to the money he earned from taking advantage of small opportunities.

Outside the school, the sun was shining, and the breeze was a bit chilly.

Lin Dong looked up, shielding his eyes with his hand, and a smile appeared on his pale face.

This move instantly made him feel wealthy, saving quite a bit for a bride price fund.

In fact, he also knew another more gray area way to make money.

Taking out small loans.

He learned about this while chatting with an older brother online, with mini-loan platforms now sprouting up like mushrooms after a rain.

The verification is easy; they’ll give a loan to anyone. All the portals are wide open, aiming for quick profits.

But even though he was of age, he didn’t dare get involved in these things.

It was just a part of his social experience, something to brag about to his roommates next time.

Lin Dong walked into the milk tea shop and locked eyes on a staff member.

"Hello, I need eleven cups of milk tea."

...

Zeng You was playing games in the dorm, having grown tired of reading novels all morning.

After lunch, he washed his feet, climbed into bed, and leaned against the wall to play Agar.io.

It’s a relatively niche game, with not many people in the class playing it.

He could only fight solo, traveling and engulfing in the space all by himself. Sometimes when encountering some skilled players or cheaters, the game would become unplayable.

After a while, feeling irritated, he exited the game, instinctively wanting to delete it.

After holding his finger on it for a while, he hesitated—perhaps this game was as lonely as he was.

In the end, he didn’t delete the game.

The phone battery was running low, the green bar turned red.

Zeng You muttered to himself and rummaged under the covers for a brick-like power bank.

He had two of these power banks.

He rented a power strip at the small convenience store, charging non-stop 24 hours a day.

So, whether in class, out of class, back in the dorm, he was always playing on his phone.

In the dorm, his roommate was doing laundry.

Zeng You’s clothes were already washed with his feet, and he comfortably leaned against the bed, opening a novel.

As he read, he suddenly felt a massive sense of emptiness.

He had read so many novels that with each one he finished, an immense sense of loss would wash over him, as if he had lost something, leaving his chest feeling hollow.

It was like waking from a dream, with his heart aching inexplicably.

Yet he was deeply addicted to this feeling, like a frequent visitor to brothels, consistently returning just to experience that sensation again and again.

He felt he should perhaps do something.

Why not try working hard, get serious about studying again? What will he do if he continues like this?

Would he spend all his university days lying around too?

With a buzz, a message popped up on his phone.

It was from a friend he had added a month ago while gaming, a seasoned guy in society. His speech was quite interesting, often imparting life wisdom to Zeng You.

He thought for a moment and sent a message over.

"Brother Chen, do you know any money-making projects a student can do?"

Half a minute later, the reply came.

"Loan sharking. (Sunglasses)"

Zeng You froze for a long time upon seeing this message, and tossed his phone into the bedcovers.

"Is this guy serious—making money just by wanking?"

....

Approaching lunch break.

Jiang Nian stood in the hallway along with Chen Yunyun, holding a physics test paper in his hand, folded to the size of a palm. He was doing problems in the sunlight.

The two of them were chatting idly here and there, eventually talking about the parent-teacher meeting tomorrow.

"Are your parents really not coming?" she asked.

"Otherwise?"

"So you’re not coming tomorrow either?" Chen Yunyun looked at him, "What are your plans for tomorrow afternoon?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian fell into deep thought.

"You’ve really stumped me with that one."

Chen Yunyun completely gave up hope; this guy’s brain was like cement. She wanted to find an excuse to invite him, but he defensively blocked it off entirely.

Clearly, he valued his free time a lot.

"Are you coming to school tomorrow afternoon?"

"No."

"Alright," Chen Yunyun sighed, then suddenly thought of something, "I plan to go to the internet cafe with Yuhe to play games tomorrow, will you come?"

"Sure, what time?"