Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 256 - 221: How to Study Well with Insects

Chapter 256: Chapter 221: How to Study Well with Insects

The evening reading began, and a few people in the class stood up lazily.

Jiang Nian loved observing Zhang Ningzhi when he had nothing else to do, staring----

Anyway, he finished his homework in the afternoon. Doing homework during class feels like doing side gigs during work; in short, it feels awesome.

Zhang Ningzhi noticed someone’s gaze and was somewhat speechless.

"What are you doing?"

"I’m thirsty."

"Didn’t you bring your own water?" Zhang Ningzhi glanced at him, no longer looking directly at him. "Just hold on if you don’t have anything to drink, and get some after class."

In the end, the affection faded, and Jiang Nian, who couldn’t freeload drinks anymore, felt uncomfortable all over.

"Share half of your lemon tea with me."

He no longer used imperative sentences, directly opting for declarative ones.

That’s how mooching is. Whether or not there are any snacks, you just try your luck, even if it’s already been drunk.

"No." Zhang Ningzhi harbored a daily grudge against him.

"Later, I’ll steal the straw from your drink, and you’ll have to share half with me." Jiang Nian said something unbelievable with a calm expression.

Zhang Ningzhi felt her head burning, both angry and amused, and could only keep a straight face.

"I dare you!"

Li Hua couldn’t stand the two any longer and complained.

"Be a decent human being."

"What’s wrong, baby, are you jealous?" Jiang Nian glanced at him and suddenly asked, "By the way, Hua, have you ever tried peeing on boiling water?"

Li Hua was stunned and rubbed his chin.

"Why not?"

"There’ll be heat transfer. The heat will travel up the stream and burn you." Jiang Nian explained teasingly, "At one hundred degrees, it’ll directly make you hate and fear."

Upon hearing this, Li Hua was so scared he almost shrank back into his seat.

Guys can relate to these kinds of frightening ideas, even if the misfortune isn’t happening to them.

"You’re really messed up with your words."

He thought for a while and instinctively felt it was nonsense.

But then, after thinking about it, liquids can indeed flow back when they’re hot.

After pondering for a long time and being unable to figure it out, he simply decided to try it at home after school.

Opportunity knocks only once.

The evening reading was about to end when suddenly a voice echoed in the gradually quieting classroom.

"Ah Cheng, you’re playing video games again. Take a break, why not read a book?"

The class burst into laughter, and even the girls couldn’t hold it in.

To be honest, the guys loved making Nantong jokes all day, and it was mostly straight guys bumping heads during breaks.

Some girls laughed hard, maybe they genuinely loved Nantong jokes.

"A thunderous opening."

"I’m a historian; this is Little Nanliang."

"Why isn’t Sun Zhicheng bro saying anything, is he naturally not fond of laughing?"

"That day, I just couldn’t take Lin Dong’s rambling anymore and rushed out, only to meet a weirdo who wanted to take me to a convenience store."

The classroom giggled and chattered, and the evening study started with this irreplaceable vibe and only gradually quieted down after the class bell rang.

About ten minutes later, Lao Liu slipped in from the doorway, holding a stack of papers.

"It’s time for the weekly test, dear students."

The classroom went silent instantly; everyone was dumbfounded.

After two seconds, the realization hit the students, and they suddenly began wailing.

"I’m numb, a Chinese test right at the first evening self-study session?"

"I haven’t finished my homework yet!"

"How dare you, what has Chinese done to you? This is illegal behavior! Let’s go surrender ourselves."

Jiang Nian didn’t feel anything about it; he quite liked the Chinese test.

Taking a Chinese test during three evening study sessions plus writing a composition.

All things considered, it’s enough to waste away an entire evening study session time.

Of course, it would be better to test math. Starting from looking down at the first question to looking up. Blushed with steam coming out, two hours would pass in an instant.

"Because of the parent-teacher conference last Sunday, the weekly test was delayed." Lao Liu was still explaining on the stage, "Anyway, you’re going to take it sooner or later."

"Clear your desks, everyone, and sit according to the seating plan for the last weekly test. No changing seats, and no whispering to each other."

Students began clearing their desks with a clattering sound.

Some moved their desktop bookshelf books to the side of the podium, others chose to put them in the built-in metal cabinets in the wall, purely killing time.

Jiang Nian didn’t have much in his book basket, so he just collected the books on his desk and tossed them in there.

He finished organizing in a second and turned to help Zhang Ningzhi, whose desk was a mess.

This is what love is like, twisted like a pretzel.

The big guy is uneducated, doesn’t like to talk, but loves you.

This is what happens when beauty and strength meet tragedy, refusing to give me lemon tea, so I’ll morally blackmail you.

Of course, this trick doesn’t work on brats with negative moral values.

Seeing Jiang Nian silently helping her tidy up, Zhang Ningzhi felt guilty for her earlier words, realizing her tone seemed a bit harsh.

He took Zhang Ningzhi’s books to the side of the podium, and after returning, he saw Zhang Ningzhi taking out a box of lemon tea from the drawer.

She hesitated for a moment and quickly handed it to him.

"It’s for you."

Jiang Nian was instantly delighted; well, no matter what, it’s all good.

"Thanks, baby."

The noisy classroom drowned his words, but the nearby Zhang Ningzhi heard them clearly.

Baby?

Although Jiang Nian frequently acted out, often exchanging "baby" with other boys without reason. This word, in the context of Class 3’s Nantong, had been inflated countless times.

But... hearing it once still made her heart explode with emotion.

Zhang Ningzhi rested her hand on the desk’s edge, her heartbeat chaotic and restless, like footprints in the snow.

She blinked, trying to appear nonchalant, while her chest heaved slowly. She dared not move too much, afraid of losing composure.

Standing still for a moment, she finally regained herself from the sweet talk akin to hyperinflated Zimbabwean currency.

Zhang Ningzhi then lowered her eyes and slowly organized her exam stationery.

Her heart was still beating wildly, but she somehow managed to control it, avoiding too much embarrassment.

She silently reminded herself not to be so weak.

....

The Chinese test was really dull.

Yu Tongjie was in low spirits as he sat down according to his number.

His gaze instinctively fell on Li Qingrong’s seat, and he felt a bit exhausted.

Recently, there’s been too much homework, and he’s struggling to keep up with the learning progress.

This has led him to hurriedly complete assignments for each subject, and though he wants to copy,

earlier in the semester, he had personally declared he wouldn’t copy homework.

He had even slyly mocked his desk mate for copying homework, and now it was coming back to bite him.

But it’s okay; as long as they change seats this Sunday, it’ll be fine.

Hu Nianzhong said he was a slow warmer. Too shy to talk directly to the class teacher about changing groups, needing some time to mentally prepare.

Country folks are troublesome.

Just as he was thinking this, he focused and found Jiang Nian chatting with Li Qingrong.

Yu Tongjie: "..."

Strangely, he didn’t feel much at this sight.

If it were a month ago, he might have felt depressed for a while, but now there’s only... fatigue.

Damn, the Olympic class really doesn’t treat regular students like humans, huh.

To those who know, they’re students; to those who don’t, they’d think they’re farm animals here.

A sense of exhaustion washed over him, and Yu Tongjie closed his eyes.

Even a voice inside whispered that he might end up dying from exhaustion in this damn place.

Tao Ran was carrying a stack of test papers and answer sheets, circling the classroom while asking toward the back row.

"Anyone still missing test papers and answer sheets?"

"We’re missing answer sheets over here!" Zhou Yuting raised her hand high, speaking in a voice somewhere between muffled and clear, "Over here, over here."

Tao Ran was only a few steps away, so he walked directly over and started counting the answer sheets.

"How many are missing?"

"Let me see, altogether... whoever’s missing, raise your hand, and I’ll count." Zhou Yuting started taking on tasks, sneaking a peek at Tao Ran during this.

Alright, suitable for deep cultivation in a fish pond.

"One, two, three... a total of seven." Zhou Yuting smiled, watching Tao Ran’s answer sheet counting, her eyes twinkling, and asked.

"Class rep, do you like Ford cars?"

Tao Ran was busy counting the answer sheets, the classroom was noisy, so he didn’t clearly hear what she said.

He vaguely heard something about a Ford car. Furry’s car plate?

He didn’t plan to date in high school, so he never hid his fetish.

True men should like Furry, a bit freaky. Yeah, and? What then?

Are you going to kill me for it, friend?

He handed Zhou Yuting seven answer sheets after some thought.

"Hmm... does the thing you mentioned have fur?"

Zhou Yuting was confused; who would have a car with fur? Maybe it’s a Transformer, some did look like they’d grown grass in the movie.

"I guess... maybe."

"That’s good, I like it too." Tao Ran said as he left.

Zhou Yuting was puzzled and decided to search it up at home tonight.

Boys have too niche interests.

In the midst of the Chinese test.

Two evening self-study sessions passed in the blink of an eye, and Jiang Nian wrote until his hand was sore. He managed to complete the 800-character essay, not caring about anything else, just asking if he finished or not.

The essay was also nonsensical, just piecing together some boilerplate phrases.

It’s not that he didn’t take it seriously; the main point for scoring in the Chinese test isn’t here.

Writing so many Chinese test papers, there’s been little improvement in this area.

Does writing one less Chinese test have any impact on the college entrance examination?

Of course there is.

This impact is like the biological world losing Ma Guojun, who once answered a biology question with "bed" for the "place where sperm and egg combine."

Jiang Nian finished early and had nothing to do.

So, he began to amusingly fixate on the class monitor again, staring at the side of the monitor’s face for a while. Then started spinning his pen, and when his wasn’t good enough, he focused on the monitor’s pen.

"Cough, cough, monitor, can I borrow your pen?"

Li Qingrong was writing the last 200 words of her essay, her arm tightly encircling the test paper.

Due to someone’s history of peeking at her essays, she had to be cautious.

Upon hearing, she turned to glance at Jiang Nian.

"Hmm."

.....

After the Chinese test, everyone in the classroom returned to their seats.

Fourth period evening self-study hadn’t started yet.

Li Hua suddenly stopped his pen and turned to Jiang Nian.

"Nian, how can you study well hanging out with bugs?"

Jiang Nian was startled, afraid this troublemaker would suddenly pull a gun on him.

No, it should be on Cai Xiaoqing; she’s the boss in Class 3, while he’s just a little minion at most.

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