Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 255 - 220: Bad Girl, Don’t Waste, The Trial Proclamation of the Gold Coin Dog

Chapter 255: Chapter 220: Bad Girl, Don’t Waste, The Trial Proclamation of the Gold Coin Dog

Yang Qiming is just a bit slow emotionally, but he’s not dumb.

After thinking for a moment, he understood the meaning behind Zhou Yuting’s words, recalled a memory, and then spoke.

"Yesterday, she sent me a message. Something about transferring 8.8 for candied haws, 18.8 for strawberry candied haws, online feeding, and so on."

"How did you respond?"

"I didn’t understand it, wanted to transfer the money but felt that might be too forward." Yang Qiming scratched his head, "So I complimented her, saying, ’You’re really funny.’

"Yang, you’re humorous too." Huang Caicai, playing the loyal sidekick, gave a thumbs up in admiration, "If I were that girl, I’d definitely laugh."

Zhou Yuting was stunned, thinking to herself that foolish people indeed have their own good fortune.

A bit laughable indeed.

She knew a few girls who could hook naive guys like Yang Qiming, reel them in, and then leave them hanging while he remained infatuated with them.

The method was quite simple, offering small benefits at the start.

Return gifts for birthdays, go Dutch on expenses, and once they fully understand the character, they could even treat the dazed guy to a meal.

In short, create the image of a caring, good little sister to the utmost.

The main goal is to reveal one’s spending power on social media.

I have no money, but like every girl who loves beauty, I adore Apple’s product lineup. I like traveling, pretty clothes, and Louis Vuitton bags.

Do you like me? Give me a better life.

"I don’t care about gifts, I’m interested in you as a person.

Don’t work too hard; if you run out of money, how will you eat, silly?

Let me treat you, we’ll economize and get through this.

It’s all my fault, let’s sell the bag.

Sorry, my family background isn’t good; my mom used to..."

With this set of moves, in just three months, she could turn the somewhat wealthy Yang Qiming into a gold coin supplier.

So lost that he would seek ways to make money everywhere.

Zhou Yuting looked down on these coin-exploding tactics, showing disdain. But since she happened to be in a good mood and idle, she decided to offer some advice.

"She just wants you to send her a red envelope to test your capability."

Upon hearing this, Yang Qiming was suddenly enlightened.

"I didn’t send any, so what should I do?"

"Still thinking about her?" Zhou Yuting was speechless, thinking what a simp desk-mate she had, "While you’re pondering here, she’s probably already calling someone else ’darling’ over there."

Huang Caicai’s eyes widened in shock.

"Then if Yang sends her a red envelope, won’t she call him ’darling’ too?"

Hearing this, Yang Qiming felt a strange thrill in his heart. Although he knew it was wrong and that she was likely just fond of money.

But... maybe after sending the red envelope, she wouldn’t look for someone else?

He waved his hand, saying, "Oh, those kinds of things are actually meaningless."

"You’re blushing like a bubble teapot!" Zhou Yuting was extremely speechless.

She glanced at her simp desk-mate and thought, damn, unbelievable, one simp, one fool.

"Ding dong!! Class time, students..."

The class bell rang, and Zhou Yuting didn’t want to argue further with the simp. But out of sympathy, and her disdain for the gold-digging girl, she offered one final piece of advice.

"If you don’t want to be scammed, best delete that person."

Yang Qiming nodded, muttering.

"Got it."

After saying this, he didn’t immediately take action.

Even though the phone was right there in his desk, unlocking it and deleting someone would just take ten seconds. But he used the excuse of class to delay.

After school this afternoon, I’ll definitely delete!

...

After the first class in the afternoon.

Jiang Nian, refreshed and especially alert, was listening with great concentration. Most of the class lay sprawled across their desks, even Zhang Ningzhi was sleeping on her desk.

Just something strange though...

"Hua, why aren’t you sleepy?"

"Huh?" Li Hua lifted his head from the supplementary materials, moving slowly like a sloth, "Nian, reading is good, I want to read too."

"Chi Shi? Let me have a look." Jiang Nian didn’t believe his nonsense.

He leaned over to see, damn, the guy was reading the little stories in the bottom section of the workbook.

Not doing a single problem, but not missing a single story.

"Chicken neck, is this what you call reading?"

"Why isn’t it?"

Jiang Nian didn’t want to talk to someone as silly as a child and continued working on the homework left from the last physics class.

He liked to complete work during the lectures and wrap it up in the ten-minute break.

Although his physics scores were just average, but... bro, this is senior year comprehensive science physics.

Sixty percent, a Qi Refinement Realm junior brother, which means he knows most high school physics basics and some detailed questions.

Seventy percent, Foundation Establishment Stage senior brother, which means he’s started to grasp the knack of high school physics.

Eighty percent, Gold Core Genius, among those who enter this field, less than one in a hundred succeed.

In fact, scoring eighty in physics means getting into a decent 985 university from a small county, although the admission rate from Southern Province in past years is three percent for a 985. But the educational resources in small counties are scarce.

Of that two percent, the stronger city key school and provincial key school from Southern Province, xx University Affiliated High School siphon off, leaving only one percent to the Zhen Nan candidates.

Ninety percent, Nascent Soul Stage elder, even the questions teachers can’t solve, they’d occasionally ask your opinion.

One hundred points, Mahayana Realm Qingbei.

A simple principle, comprehensive science exams consist of three subjects together.

Physics is the hardest, most candidates will prioritize finishing biology and chemistry before tackling physics.

If scoring eighty in physics, it proves that both biology and chemistry have been completed.

Take a step back, this comprehensive science score is at least in the 230-240 range, even 250-260.

Sigh, add up the total score, and won’t you achieve 985?

In the blink of an eye, the last class in the afternoon.

Biology.

This morning, Qingbao had been hit by the windfall Jiang got, and in the afternoon, directly called up the traitor to the blackboard to dictate the key points.

Although dictating takes up a lot of time, the long-term benefits are high.

If they persist, these little seedlings will start to pay more attention to the biology knowledge points they’ve taught.

After dictation, Jiang Nian still got a perfect score.

Looking at Dong Wensong who came up with him, he seemed a bit paralyzed, murmuring ’yama die’ under his breath.

Ten knowledge points, only wrote six down, the disparity was obvious.

Actually, six was quite good already, Qingbao was reading a lot from the exercise book knowledge points.

But the most terrifying thing is comparison, compared to others, you’re just a heap.

Qingbao has a love-hate relationship with Jiang Nian, the fastest-growing rebel.

Unfortunately, he’s a bandit goblin, each passive activation always involved stealing coins.

What he’s sneaking off with isn’t just fast-dry pens, but also a not-so-bright future.

At that moment, a humble biology teacher shattered quietly in the corner.

Dong Wensong glanced at Jiang Nian’s corrected dictation on the blackboard, drenched with sweat. During biology class, he didn’t dare display his idiotic artistry.

Because Qingbao is a military general, and would directly address Dong Wensong in the harshest manner.

If he dared pull any tricks on the blackboard, ’hah nande zhan nei’, he’d be taught a lesson by Qingbao and then sent to stand at the back of the classroom.

Hehe, biology class is also known as "the most normal episode of Master Dong".

Qingbao looked at Dong Wensong, sighed.

"Go back to your seat."

Dong Wensong lowered his head, remained silent, and returned to his seat, starting his act of grievance. No one cared during the class, and the final self-study began after class.

Finally, someone noticed him and asked softly.

"Brother Song, what’s wrong with you?"

"I feel a bit unwell." Dong Wensong lay on the desk with a weak expression, "I seem to feel a bit hot, might be sick."

"Is there a risk of recovery?"

"What?"

"No, I mean, is it likely you’ll recover?" Luo Yong scratched his head, as the island brother liked chatting with Dong Wensong, occasionally asking some questions.

Watching this guy fool around, the whole afternoon had been entertaining.

"I... I don’t know, maybe the dictation let down the biology teacher’s expectations. It’s too hard to bear, with cold sweat on my back, so perhaps I caught a cold."

Not far away, Li Hua noticed the commotion over there, worrying.

"Dong Wensong seems sick, does anyone have rat poison?"

"That’s too malicious, wasting rat poison, right?" Jiang Nian added, ignoring the noise at that end, as Dong Wensong was always lively.

Ignoring it, the antics would only affect a small area.

After school.

Jiang Nian was busy finishing half his homework, so evening self-study could be more relaxed.

When he lifted his head, more than twenty minutes had passed since school ended.

He rushed out of the classroom, ready to go downstairs to eat. Just as he reached the second floor, he met Li Qingrong going upstairs, casually greeted the class monitor.

"Going to the cafeteria?" Li Qingrong asked.

"Mm, do you need me to bring anything, class monitor?"

Li Qingrong shook her head, saying no.

After a pause, probably feeling her response was too cold, she added.

"Be careful on the way."

Jiang Nian was slightly stunned, looking into Li Qingrong’s eyes, he swallowed.

"Are there assassins on the way?"

Li Qingrong was puzzled, shook her head.

"No."

It was Jiang Nian’s turn to feel awkward, he explained.

"Class monitor, I was joking just now."

Li Qingrong lowered her gaze, nodded.

"Mm."

The two passed each other, Jiang Nian hurried down the stairs, grabbing the railing and jumping four steps at a time, like a mini Jackie Chan.

Li Qingrong stood by the stairs, expressionlessly watched Jiang Nian go downstairs, until his figure completely disappeared at the corner on the first floor.

Only then did she withdraw her gaze, slowly walking up the stairs.

....

In the cafeteria.

Yang Qiming had finished eating, looking at his phone a bit absent-mindedly.

Time to delete it.

He was a sentimental person, even knowing An’an wasn’t a good girl. He still cherished this encounter and missed their first night chatting.

No matter how one looked at it, An’an indeed healed him.

"Thank you, then... let’s say a proper goodbye." He murmured to his phone, as if making some kind of resolution, "See you again if fate allows."

Across from him, Huang Caicai was devouring his meal. Two meats and two vegetables in a chicken leg meal, Yang said he’d treat, so Huang was now determined to follow Yang loyally.

As they say, praise Yang’s true name, and in the cycle of reincarnation, see Eternal Life.

Looking up, Huang Caicai saw Yang frowning. Instantly feeling anguish, Yang is the sky, Yang is the ground, how could he watch Yang in pain?

"Bro, what’s wrong?"

"I’ve decided to delete An’an and am thinking about the farewell message." Yang Qiming said with a sigh, deleting wasn’t what he wanted, but he hoped pure love would survive.

Huang Caicai chuckled, "Yang, I’ll help you think of one!"

"Cailang, you’re a good brother."

The two were pondering over the farewell message, revising the drafts repeatedly. Instead of a touching goodbye message, they received a message from An’an first.

"So annoying, the pants I just bought are loose again. (Image of slender waist)"

Sitting together in the cafeteria, the two boys were stunned. Such explosive imagery, suggestive words, private topics, rationality vanished.

Gulp, Yang Qiming swallowed.

"I think, perhaps I’ll write the farewell message tomorrow."

"Yeah, bro." Huang Caicai, not being the talkative kind, struggled to say, "After all, people say, in the New Year, after all... bro, you’re not losing anything either."

"Exactly, I just need to keep a clear head." Yang Qiming said, his eyes clear, "Cailang, don’t you think this is my opportunity?"

"What opportunity?" He was a bit confused.

"I heard someone say, if a person endures all the hardships in their youth, then their later life will surely be smooth sailing, and they will be adept with people."

"Huh?" Huang Caicai didn’t understand, but he expressed his support, "Yeah, elders say taking a loss is a blessing."

"You’re thinking small, Cailang, think bigger." Yang Qiming said seriously, "In a man’s journey forward, how could it be filled only with laughter?"

"On the chosen path, how can there be no storms blocking the way."

Upon hearing this, Huang Caicai said.

"Absolutely right, bro."

Although Zhou Yuting had already said that An’an was a money-scamming bad woman. Girls understand girls better; her words were nearly spot on.

If the bad woman scammed Yang Qiming out of his money, Yang wouldn’t have money to treat him to meals in the future either.

But one couldn’t just think of themselves; they had to consider Yang as well.

As long as Yang was happy, even if there were no treats, and they went hungry three out of nine meals, he would still follow Yang.

Thinking about this, Huang Caicai was almost moved to tears by himself.

He looked at Yang Qiming with a resolute gaze and said.

"Bro, you’re so wise."