Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 249 - 214: Seeking advice from 8u, my aloof girlfriend always does cute things with a poker face.

Chapter 249: Chapter 214: Seeking advice from 8u, my aloof girlfriend always does cute things with a poker face.

The first evening self-study session started, and Lao Liu suddenly came in and made a brief announcement.

"Ahem, everyone, stop writing for a moment."

In fact, only a few people stopped writing, as everyone continued with their own tasks.

"Tomorrow, during the third and fourth periods, the English classes will change to a psychology-themed class meeting. The English teacher will lead everyone in playing games and watching videos. The arts committee member is responsible for taking photos and documenting."

Most people stopped writing and looked up at Lao Liu on the podium.

"Teacher, what is the class meeting about?"

"Ah, just think of it as playing games," Lao Liu said and added a few more words, "There will be a Q&A on mental health and some stress-relief games."

"Everyone in the third-year class is generally under quite a bit of pressure, so let’s skip the homework for those two English periods at noon tomorrow. Everyone, try to relax a bit."

As soon as Lao Liu finished speaking, the class immediately started buzzing with noise.

"Mental health, huh, hopefully, it won’t just be reading a PPT again?"

"Don’t jinx it! If it’s Lao Liu, then maybe it’d be a PPT tour, but this time it’s being led by the English teacher, so let’s trust first before doubting."

"Qianbao, heh heh, my Qianbao."

"Kick this idiot out."

Class meetings like this in small-town high schools are generally about fire prevention, water safety, and electricity safety. They read out some notices, tell a few scary stories, and that’s it.

Naturally, senior year students won’t waste time on these routine class meetings, and everyone will do their homework as they should. We burn hotter than fire, bro, not playing with fire.

But after all, it’s better than those gratitude speeches.

A bunch of byd would say anything just to sell some scrap paper. The Sword Tomb on stage eloquently earns tears, without considering the students’ feelings below.

Back in middle school, Jiang Nian’s school held a similar event. The classmates listened to the moving speech on stage, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Even... I’m never playing games again, I must study hard, they could say something like that. Bought a set of books and didn’t read a page.

So, those who earn tears by selling books and CDs are born guilty, not a single one is innocent.

Zhenan Middle School is indeed a key county school, but still acts so disgracefully. Even with overwhelming funds, it’s still hard not to spend it, and the kickbacks must somehow end up in their own pockets.

Lao Liu left, and the class buzzed with discussions.

The deputy class president of Class Three, Cai Xiaoqing, didn’t stop them. After being a class officer for so many years, she clearly knew when to loosen up and when to tighten up.

"A class meeting with games, that’s rare," Sun Zhicheng spoke up, "It won’t just be a few mental health short films and then a knowledge quiz to wrap it up, right?"

In response, Lin Dong chimed in.

"Congratulations, you’ve discovered the truth about the school’s operation."

"I actually kinda look forward to it if the English teacher hosts it," Chen Yunyun turned around and added, "Qianbao really knows how to play, definitely won’t just go through the motions."

Hearing this, Sun Zhicheng couldn’t help but nod vigorously.

"Yeah, yeah."

Lin Dong: "..."

Never seen someone so shameless, the shift in attitude is really quick.

"Damn, what’s so interesting about a class meeting," Yang Qiming was a bit speechless, "It’d be better to listen to an outdoor lecture where you could slip away, after all, I’m not buying any books."

"Yang, I think the class meeting is better," Huang Caicai leaned over to say, "When I was in middle school, the school held a gratitude education session, selling books for five hundred a set."

"They even invited a lot of parents, and our class teacher encouraged us to buy them. Then a quarter of our class bought them, only to find out later that the teacher got a kickback."

Yang Qiming was slightly stunned, sighed after holding back for a while.

"That’s truly scummy."

Jiang Nian didn’t react much and didn’t have any expectations for the class meeting.

What he heard was... no class.

The third and fourth periods actually weren’t English classes, presumably coordinated by Lao Liu. The point was the first two periods were Chinese, so tomorrow’s course schedule was.

Chinese-- Play, and then school is over.

Well, it’s super nice, this class was heaven, how is it any different from a holiday?

Zeng You chuckled, turning to pat his deskmate Wu Jungu.

"I plan to start reading novels from evening to five o’clock in the morning, sleep through the morning self-study. Then from 8 a.m. till school’s over, no one stop me."

Wu Jungu laughed, "You can really endure?"

Zeng You’s face showed a proud smile, these words were simply the highest compliment to him.

"I once stayed up day and night without closing my eyes in order to follow a novel. I couldn’t hold on afterward, slept for three hours, woke up, and continued reading."

"What novel?"

"Forgot."

So damn classic, Jiang Nian silently gave them a thumbs up.

He actually follows novels too.

But sometimes novels get too racy, and while reading... then.

Li Hua wasn’t there, and Jiang Nian’s desire to complain had reduced a lot.

Yao Beibei, naturally friendly, jumped into the conversation between the two in front of her, curiously asked.

"Can a phone be played for so long?"

Zeng You silently took out his brick power bank from the desk, displaying his arsenal.

Yao Beibei fell silent.

The first evening self-study ended.

Sun Zhicheng and Liu Yang were doing pull-ups on the classroom back door frame, betting on a bottle of iced tea.

Liu Yang was the physical education committee member, so naturally, he couldn’t be cowed, and Sun Zhicheng didn’t care for money, so he didn’t mind either.

He just felt his body was a bit weak recently, as if hollowed out. So he wanted to know the gap between himself and Liu Yang to stop worrying.

If he didn’t verify it, the anxiety was becoming almost like an obsession.

Ultimately, Liu Yang easily won, doing thirteen pull-ups in a row. The onlookers were stunned, voices of "wow" echoed all around.

It was Sun Zhicheng’s turn, and he dropped down after three and a half.

The scene immediately burst into boos.

Sun Zhicheng felt a bit panicked, he just wanted to test his physical limits. Who knew Liu Yang was so strong, pulling ten more than himself.

Like going for a cold and discovering kidney deficiency in the hospital.

Damn.

He was a bit flustered now, like pressing a foot massage and accidentally hitting the kidney reflex zone. Let you strike hard, didn’t say press for real!

"Yo, isn’t this Ah Cheng?" Lin Dong suddenly popped up from the side, purely joking, "Haven’t seen you in a few days, why have you become so weak?"

"Kidney deficiency."

Sun Zhicheng was nearly sweating bullets, truly an example of shooting oneself in the foot.

"Get lost, you’re the one with kidney deficiency!"

Despite saying so, he couldn’t help but glance in a certain direction of the classroom, hoping she hadn’t noticed this side.

Luckily, Chen Yunyun was busy doing her homework.

"What are you guys playing?"

A person’s annoying voice resounded.

Under Sun Zhicheng’s gaze, the originally writing Chen Yunyun paused. Then she slowly raised her head, confirmed the source of the voice, and turned to look this way.

It’s over. She saw it, and he was filled with regret.

Meanwhile, Jiang Nian was already holding the door frame with one hand. Amidst the crowd’s gaze, he moved up and down, easily doing fifteen one-handed pull-ups.

Indeed, it was like a bunch of old grannies getting under the quilt, leaving the men amazed.

Incredibly strong beyond reason.

"Damn, is this even humanly possible?"

"Awesome, that core strength."

Praise poured in like snowflakes, Jiang Nian humbly said.

"Afraid the door frame can’t handle it."

Sun Zhicheng became more anxious. Doesn’t this imply his own physical weakness?

"Definitely not something girls can do."

Wang Yuhe came in from the back and did five one-handed pull-ups, replying mildly.

"Didn’t eat enough this afternoon."

The surrounding fell silent like dead air.

Sun Zhicheng pretended not to care, quietly leaving, feeling stung. Repeatedly being slapped in the face, as if confirming the reality of his weak physique, surprisingly made him hopeless.

But he wouldn’t give up, with his degrading state.

Starting from today, exercising and quitting would be fine.

...

During the break after the second period.

Jiang Nian had been having a crush on the class monitor for quite some time, wanting to take a few slurps.

How can a face be this pretty, how can the skin be this fair?

Holy cow, how does someone grow like this?

Like ice cream.

Coincidentally, Zhang Ningzhi and Yao Beibei went to the bathroom, so there weren’t many people in the sixth group’s seats. He boldly turned back, taking the opportunity to sneak a peek while pretending to ask a question.

"Class monitor, your hairstyle looks so nice."

Li Qingrong was explaining a physics problem, paused upon hearing this, then nodded.

"Mm-hmm."

Damn, so pretty beyond measure.

Jiang Nian turned back, with his hand propping on the monitor’s desk, he didn’t hear a word. His eyes focused on looking, the more he looked, the more he found it mesmerizing, couldn’t help imagining how wonderful it’d be to date the class monitor.

That must feel like heaven on earth.

Can anyone tell me, what to do if my girlfriend always does cute things with a straight face?

She always suddenly comes to my side, then with a blank but serious face looks at me, blurting out, "So cute, let me kiss you," and then hugs me and nibbles.

What else is there to do? Asking me is like getting an expert number, just play it once, xx will be fine.

Jiang Nian was still daydreaming until Nie Qiqi came over.

"Hey, what do you want to do to the class monitor!"

Hearing this, Jiang Nian swallowed his saliva and asked, question mark written all over his face.

"Asking a question, isn’t it obvious?"

"Bah, don’t try to fool me!" Nie Qiqi stood in the aisle, mocked with a strange voice, "Asking a question, isn’t it obvious?"

"Steamed bun? The question is on the class monitor’s face?"

Jiang Nian couldn’t bear it, retorted.

"So what?"

"You!! You want to steal the class monitor?" Nie Qiqi seemed to have aluminum copper in his brain, beyond help, "You are just like Yang Ying’s model toy! A baby figurine!"

"So what."

A pissed-off Nie Qiqi was dragged away by Cai Xiaoqing, essentially hitting a raging point of impotent fury.

In response, Jiang Nian’s opinion was... so what.

What’s wrong with being a little harsh with words, I’m also quite a jerk myself.

However, being interrupted by Nie Qiqi, he couldn’t continue consulting the class monitor on questions. Quite regretfully, he reluctantly turned around and lay down.

After the evening self-study, on the way home.

Xu Qianqian stepped on Jiang Nian’s shadow going home, seeming in a good mood.

"Found some money?" He curiously asked, "If there’s a share for the finder, give me half."

"You wish, we have a psychological education class meeting tomorrow," Xu Qianqian narrowed her eyes, "We can rest for a whole morning."

Turns out this thing was organized uniformly among third-year students.

The significance just got further reduced.

The two strolled home, and Jiang Nian, while looking at Xu Qianqian, quietly pondered something, the storyline of the college romance in the system.

Could it be about dating Xu Qianqian?