Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 259 - 224: Borrowing Some Luck, Do You Think You’re Filming a Variety Show?

Chapter 259: Chapter 224: Borrowing Some Luck, Do You Think You’re Filming a Variety Show?

Swish, the white test papers were passed from front to back.

The window still had a trace of white mist, the temperature was rather cold, and the classroom was bathed in golden sunlight.

Everyone sat according to their student numbers, and Jiang Nian naturally sat next to the class monitor.

Unexpectedly, until the college entrance examination, this would be the seating order for the weekly tests this year.

Great, stuck with the class monitor.

For any unforeseen events, unless the student with the number in front of Jiang Nian dropped out. Only then would everyone’s numbers move up, breaking this seating order.

People who drop out usually struggle with studying, can’t improve their grades, and feel frustrated.

The third class of the Olympic competition has the top academic levels, with a relatively relaxed and abstract atmosphere. So the likelihood of Yuyu dropping out is small, if she does gather enough experience, she would leave.

Stare----

Li Qingrong was turning the test paper sideways to write her name and student number and felt unnatural being stared at.

Unable to endure it, she turned to look at him.

"What’s up?"

Jiang Nian squirmed, hesitant to speak.

Having sat behind him for some time, Li Qingrong had some understanding of Jiang Nian. Seeing this, she knew he was up to something silly again.

Sure enough, Jiang Nian said shyly.

"Class monitor, lend me some luck."

"How do you want to borrow it?"

"Lend me a pen and then blow on it." Jiang Nian twisted like an eel, the more rascal the better, "I want to score 145 in English this time."

Li Qingrong lowered her gaze; the quick-dry pen she was using was a gift from Jiang Nian.

So she took a light blue quick-dry pen from her pencil case, hesitated for a moment, and gently blew on it before handing it to Jiang Nian.

Jiang Nian happily took the pen and started writing his name.

This time blowing on the quick-dry pen, rounding up, means I’m one step away from kissing next time!

From behind, Yang Qiming was dumbfounded.

Yuck, Jiang the old dog is truly shameless, flirting with the monitor.

Blowing on a pen, you think this is a reality show?

But on second thought, he also felt a bit tempted. Not towards Jiang Nian, but towards this strategy.

Hee hee hee, stealing a good trick.

After the exam, he planned to message An’an to borrow some luck for himself.

The listening broadcast ended.

Yu Tongjie let out a breath, estimating he probably only got one or two wrong. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of joy, being one step closer to six hundred points.

Looking up, he saw Jiang Nian and Li Qingrong taking the test together, and his breath hitched.

Still not used to it?

He chose tolerance, thinking it would be fine once Hu Nianzhong negotiated with the class teacher to switch groups.

Jiang Nian was just lucky, with proximity giving an advantage.

To be honest, Jiang Nian is only a bit good-looking and pulls off decent grades in school. But out in the real world, what good are grades and looks?

In society, it’s all about strength and background.

Truly outstanding people should remain humble and calm, guarding Li Qingrong with high-level eloquence that no one else can match.

Once he successfully switches groups, Jiang Nian would be like a firefly in front of him. As the end approaches and his studies improve, he would be the chosen one.

How can a firefly’s light compete with the brilliance of a full moon?

Thinking of this, Yu Tongjie felt he had won again. He silently resolved to push Hu Nianzhong during the big break after the exam.

What bashful introvert, even a bride getting on the sedan chair isn’t as slow.

Damn, he’s dragging his feet!

The first period ended, and half the time for the English exam was gone.

On the podium, Qianbao, sneaking a look at her phone, stood up and spoke.

"Those who want to go to the bathroom can go one by one."

Since the weekly test wasn’t a formal exam, even if someone copied... as long as it wasn’t obvious, no one would care. Not to mention they didn’t prohibit bathroom breaks at all.

Of course, it also helped that Qianbao was quite lenient.

Swish, Luo Yong got up and walked out of the classroom.

Qianbao took the opportunity to walk around the classroom, noticing that most students had stopped at reading comprehension section C, and the faster ones reached section D.

Li Hua had already started writing the essay.

Sigh, this hopeless kid.

Useless.

Who does it all in one go? Since none of it makes sense anyway, might as well write from back to front?

These English-biased students are driving her crazy.

As for why they’re biased, it’s because in the Olympic competition, there are no bad students; they all score over five hundred, making Li Hua’s mocking all the more... where did these five hundred-point strays come from.

Qianbao was too familiar with the mindless actions of this group, scribbling blindly, guessing words by feeling. Though they don’t understand the reading, they can choose randomly.

Recognize something, pick that, and leave the rest to fate.

As she approached the top English students, they’d mostly finished section C. She estimated they could start section D when the bell rang.

When she reached Jiang Nian, he had already finished section D and was working on something else. Just as she was about to leave, she felt a tug on her sleeve.

Looking down, she saw Jiang Nian pointing at a multiple-choice question, as if asking.

Qianbao was speechless, not intending to respond.

As she was about to leave, her clothes were tugged again. This time, there were two words on his paper, "Jelly," and Jiang Nian squinted, as if to say...

Qianbao surrendered, glancing at the question. Then she tapped his desk twice, saying unhappily.

"No talking during exams."

Jiang Nian didn’t reply, silently noting that two taps meant B, and he directly selected the answer.

He wasn’t unable to solve it, just uncertain. After borrowing "luck" from the monitor, he needed to score 145 or else it wouldn’t work.

King You of Zhou sparked a beacon for beauty’s smile, playing pranks on the vassals.

I, Jiang Nian, cheating a little to get 145, seems fair.

He glanced at the monitor’s profile, the late autumn sun cast a warm glow. He saw her ponytail laced with golden edges, swaying slightly with her focus on the questions.

Most people were tense during exams, highly focused.

Those who could look at others picking grapes were either unable to solve the questions or had finished.

Lin Dong was one of them, loving lilacs because Yang Qiming’s name was in it, such a helpful flower, about to pass answers.

While pretending to write, Qianbao approached.

She took a look and frowned.

"Why are you still on section A?"

Qianbao reached out and flipped the pages, wow, not even the listening section was done, meaning nothing but the essay was attempted! Her sharp eye immediately spotted the problem.

"You’re not planning to cheat, are you?"

Thump, a cold sweat broke out on Lin Dong.

"I...."

Lin Dong struggled, unable to utter a single word.

Not far away, Yang Qiming grew anxious for his good brother. Sworn brothers, their strengths complement each other, the key to survival is five principles, betrayal... wait, no.

Anyway, righteousness reigns, Brother Dong in peril, now is time to act.

In desperation comes wisdom.

Yang Qiming intervened, "Teacher, do you believe in geniuses?"

Qianbao didn’t believe in geniuses, but she knew what cheating was.

Speechless, she directly pulled Lin Dong out of the exam room for a lecture. Not even bothering with the weekly test, causing such chaos, will he cheat on major exams too?

The second period bell rang, entering the second half of the English exam.

Zeng You’s seat by the window let him see the golden sunlight on the field. Disliking writing foreign stuff, he quickly finished and dozed at his desk.

Last night, he stayed up late reading a novel.

Don’t mention the English exam; he could sleep through the Chinese one.

Despite not scoring high in English, his spiritual world was rich, and he closed his eyes. He started daydreaming aimlessly, pondering about being reborn... which grade would be suitable?

Or perhaps the end of the world... forget it, screw the apocalypse, he’d be the first to go.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound snapped him out of his thoughts.

He opened his eyes to see a yellow bee flying in from the window.

Zeng You stood up abruptly; damn, it’s autumn... nearly winter, why is there still a bee? He instinctively shrank his neck, being stung wasn’t a joke.

Physical pain could be endured, but mentally... the class would surely mock him.

"Ah!! There’s a bee!"

"I’m not called Ah, I have a name, I’m Chu Yuxun!"

"Damn, there’s really a bee, and you’re joking!"

Li Hua let out a discordant hum, instantly becoming the focus of a few familiar peers.

"What the hell, are you jerking off during the exam?"

"Get lost! I was just nervous."

"Oh, got it, nervously jerking off."

The exam hall erupted into chaos; since it was a classroom weekly test, students generally showed little reverence for this exam, all looking up at the bee’s location.

"I can locate it by sound." Wang Yuhe said.

"So cool!" Zhang Ningzhi next to her, eyes sparkling, "Really? Where’s the bee?"

Wang Yuhe was just bluffing, but didn’t want to lose face. She could only tense her little face, putting on an air of a wise hermit, pointing towards Jiang Nian’s direction.

"Over there!"

The bee was initially heading toward Qianbao on the podium, that treacherous woman wearing so much makeup.

The bee sought to find out what this sweetness was, giving it a feel first.

Unexpectedly, Qianbao panicked, waving a test paper at it, chasing the bee away.

But bees, the more you shoo them, the more they stick to you, wondering what deliciousness you’re hiding.

Seeing the bee loop and return, Qianbao stood from her seat at once.

Not running out of the classroom.

Probably not wanting to leave her students, earning a nickname like Qian the Runner. She directly ran under the podium, and in a few steps, stood by Jiang Nian’s desk.

Jiang Nian was bewildered, looking up at Qianbao.

"Teacher, did I offend you? We’re of the same teacher-student family, why such urgency to press?"

Qianbao ignored him, seeing the bee flying toward her, couldn’t help letting out a gasp.

She tugged the hem of her trusted student’s jacket, stammering in panic.

"Catch it with your hands!"

"Damn, is that even human language?"

Jiang Nian stood up from his seat, grabbing two gel pens.

Seeing the unpredictable bee flying over, with more than half the class watching, the two gel pens in his hand were like chopsticks.

He clipped it effortlessly, casually.

In an instant, the bee disappeared.

[Accuracy].

Everyone was momentarily taken aback, unable to hear the buzzing noise, and instinctively looked at the two gel pens suspended in mid-air.

A wiggling little black dot appeared right between the pens.

Yang Qiming saw it clearly from the back seat, looking stunned like a dumbfounded dog.

"Come on, bro, is this possible?"

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