Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 266 - 231 Can you cook two dishes for me?

Chapter 266: Chapter 231 Can you cook two dishes for me?

What does four hundred yuan mean to a high school student?

The vanguard reconnaissance scout of Zhang’s army, Zeng Yunde, put it this way.

"Xiaofan gave four hundred yuan for expenses, spend it constructively. Keep three hundred for myself, and use one hundred yuan to buy important information. Good steel should be used on the blade edge."

Finish this task, and net a profit of three hundred.

Before the bell rang, he hurriedly asked around and found out which class Jiang Nian was in. Zero yuan spent, claim fifty yuan for expenses, note it down in the book first.

When the second evening self-study session ended, Zeng Yunde rushed out of the classroom. He was so excited going from the first floor to the fourth floor that he only realized something when he stepped into the fourth-floor corridor.

Damn, this is the floor of the science Olympic class!

He was in the science B-level, separated from the science Olympic class by two insurmountable chasms. So... was the Jiang Nian that Xiaofan wanted him to inquire about in the Olympic class?

Zeng Yunde was a person who worked relatively meticulously, and he began to reflect on why he would make such a low-level mistake and didn’t notice the floor in advance.

After thinking it over, he came to a conclusion. None of the people who play basketball with Xiaofan are good at studying, which is why he didn’t think much when he heard the class number.

Originally, he thought the most he had to deal with was a third-floor parallel science class, but ended up dealing with the science Olympic class directly.

After a moment of silence, he hesitated.

It didn’t matter for a parallel class, but who would dare to break into the Olympic class? But then again, time is of the essence, and if he dragged it until tomorrow, he would surely get scolded.

After all, what information isn’t available for four hundred yuan?

After thinking for a moment, he summoned the courage to approach Olympic Class 3. Walking the length of the corridor without looking sideways, he found not a single solitary boy.

In the corridor, five boys were playing the stack game.

The kind of game where boys latch onto boys, not much different from nesting dolls. No purpose, no strategy, just giggling and roughhousing back and forth.

This didn’t quite match his impression of top students, but it didn’t matter. He saw an acquaintance, and like a drought meeting sweet rain, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Hu Nianzhong, what a coincidence, come with me for a moment."

Two minutes later.

Hu Nianzhong was pulled to a corner, looking somewhat displeased. This former middle school classmate’s attitude towards him was quite forceful, not placing him in any regard.

"What’s up?"

His tone was rather cold, intending to leave once the conversation was over.

Zeng Yunde grinned and spoke.

"Got a phone? Open your payment code, I want to ask you something."

Hu Nianzhong raised an eyebrow, thinking this scene felt somewhat familiar?

A second round, it must be.

.....

Ten minutes into the third evening self-study, Jiang Nian rubbed his temples.

He had corrected all six subjects’ test papers, aside from some careless mistakes. For the math, science, and chemistry problems he didn’t understand, he directly asked Li Hua, the human study machine.

Don’t read? A punch, and he read it.

If you don’t understand, that’s where you get a knuckle sandwich.

Seeing that it was still quite early before the end of the school day, he took out the newly issued small language exercise book and turned to the first reading comprehension, specifically picking a novel story to read.

First, relax a bit, combine work with leisure.

Jiang Nian heard a sound and looked up to see Hu Nianzhong coming in from the front door. He didn’t pay much attention and then casually looked back at what the class monitor was doing.

Oh, doing homework.

How come I’ve never seen this workbook before?

Li Qingrong felt his gaze and paused her pen until Jiang Nian turned his head back, after which she resumed writing.

Just finishing up the remaining part and preparing to turn the page when.

Suddenly, Jiang Nian, with no warning, turned his head again.

Li Qingrong: "...."

Hu Nianzhong walked through the aisle and back to his seat, unable to calm down for a long time.

Hmm... earned two hundred yuan in an unexpected way.

The questions posed by the other party were quite detailed, but he didn’t know much about Jiang Nian. So he picked things that could be talked about and gradually ended up discussing grades.

He originally thought this old classmate would leave, thinking one hundred yuan wasn’t a loss.

But when the evening self-study bell rang, Zeng Yunde gritted his teeth and added another hundred yuan. Only one requirement, say something useful, don’t just bamboozle.

Hu Nianzhong agreed, then gave a detailed analysis of Jiang Nian’s grades when advancing class.

Zeng Yunde was immediately distraught, wanting to curse a few words. Just in time, he saw the grade leader Ji Ming coming up from the stairway, and the words he hadn’t spoken were swallowed back down.

With a look of panic, he fled with his tail between his legs.

Perhaps too much of "there’s nothing hidden here," he got yelled at by Ji Ming after just a few steps.

Zeng Yunde was already feeling guilty, purely doing tasks with the young master’s money. Being reprimanded added to his collapse, and he took off running down the hallway.

A series of unsettling noises at the stairway, probably because he fell.

At his desk, Hu Nianzhong hadn’t written a word.

Thinking about making money the past few days and his experiences of being twice bribed, a vague question arose in his heart: what exactly are the rules?

Do those who break the rules get more?

Class 105.

Zeng Yunde, grimacing in pain, returned to class and immediately swapped seats, sitting next to Zhang Xiaofan, not caring about his aching, confused body.

"Xiaofan, I did not disgrace the mission, this battle was a great victory!"

"Oh? Tell me more." Zhang Xiaofan perked up.

He was in need of mental nourishment, having just daydreamed about giving Jiang Nian a hard punch which had exhausted his imagination. He couldn’t imagine a win, not knowing much about Jiang Nian.

Right on cue, just as he was nodding off, the pillow arrived.

Zeng Yunde swallowed, bad news, it hadn’t been a great victory.

This world really is untrustworthy, even the Olympic class is pulling scams. Took two hundred yuan from me and told me nothing useful.

Hu Nianzhong, that one, he was such a quiet one in middle school. How come he got into high school and the Olympic class and turned into a mess of dyes.

Hopelessly rotten, damn it!

Good students are sneakier than we bad students.

Now he’d lost two hundred yuan in expenses and got information totaling zero. Telling the truth would definitely not save his mother, so he could only make things up.

As a bad student, the ability to lie with a straight face comes almost naturally. And it’s been honed continuously, now reaching peak proficiency.

"Xiaofan, listen to me." Zeng Yunde began gabbing.

Aim to align with Fan’s granularity, integrate limited information resources. Empower information further, connect deeply and leverage potential, reach key pathways with high frequency, accurately meeting Fan’s mental needs.

In layman’s terms, [say what Fan wants to hear].

"He doesn’t have a girlfriend, can’t win over anyone, but is quite good at studying, nearing six hundred points. Estimate he’s too poor, his whole body isn’t as expensive as one of Xiaofan’s shoes."

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan felt satisfied.

"I knew it."

Zeng Yunde blabbered on, enjoying it, his tongue brisk.

"Xiaofan, why not play real-life Kombat? Bring some people to challenge him on ball skills, off-campus at night, lots of potential."

"You’re silly, you want to get expelled?" Zhang Xiaofan glanced at him.

"Oh, right, not that, he’s in the Olympic class." Zeng Yunde scratched his head, "No, Xiaofan, we’re not fighting, can we block him?"

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan was a bit speechless.

"Do I need you to teach me? How ridiculous. If I could do real-life Kombat, I’d have already ambushed Jiang Nian with a few athletes and given him a good beating off-campus."

"Why not?" Zeng Yunde asked curiously.

Zhang Xiaofan slapped the back of his head angrily.

"What use are you, asking me now!"

After giving Zeng Yunde seven or eight knocks on the head, Zhang Xiaofan continued along the same topic.

"I don’t know him well, just some stuff about basketball. Back then in middle school, I heard there was some idiot one-versus-three on the basketball court."

"In the end, adults from both sides forced a reconciliation. I still remember, someone named Le whatever, anyway, also an idiot."

Zeng Yunde was confused, anyway he didn’t know him.

"Pfff, whatever, Xiaofan wants to mess with him, I’ll be the first."

Zhang Xiaofan was impulsive but not stupid. He just despised these people, treating them as toys to play with wantonly, though occasional impulsiveness didn’t matter.

But once beyond his "comfort zone," he would instantly become alert.

Being greatly influenced by his father, he knew when to be assertive and when to retreat. Avoid touching others’ strengths with his weaknesses, but to crush them instead.

"Let’s talk about it later, help me find out if he has anyone he likes."

....

"Can you really cook?"

"Why? Thinking about marrying?" Jiang Nian was working on problems, flirting with Li Hua, as the end of the evening self-study approached, "I could twirl the frying pan at eight years old."

"What strength, really?" Li Hua had a look of disbelief.

"My grandpa was a chef before retiring, I didn’t like studying much when I was little," Jiang Nian paused his pen and said, "My mom thought of sending me to the countryside to learn cooking, to toughen me up."

"And what do you know, I became second only to my grandpa in frying pan skills after just one summer vacation."

Li Hua couldn’t hold back, "Damn, bloodline awakening, huh!"

"Something like that."

"Next time I come to your house to play, can you cook two dishes for me?" Li Hua shifted around, "Right, what can you cook? Let’s see the menu."

"I’ll dose you up." Jiang Nian said blankly.

Zhang Ningzhi tried holding back her laugh, her shoulders shaking, and couldn’t resist asking.

"What can you make?"

"Something you like, menu supports custom inputs." Jiang Nian instantly donned a different expression, anyway, he didn’t actually have to cook two dishes, pitch some nice-sounding things.

Placate Zhizhi, and tomorrow’s drinks are sorted, right?

Zhang Ningzhi smiled with her lips pressed together, feeling happy again. Indeed, happiness does rely on contrasts. With Li Hua paving the way, the coaxing effect was outstanding.

After school, Jiang Nian met up with Xu Qianqian on the third floor.

"Is your class issuing a challenge?"

"What?" Jiang Nian was a bit puzzled.

"A challenge note, our class tutor mentioned it tonight," Xu Qianqian said, "It’s where the class officer leads a group to the opposing class to read a note of challenge."

"It’s supposed to be written on red paper or something, and our class’s opponent is your class."

Hearing this, Jiang Nian uninterestedly made an ’oh’ sound.

"Are you a class officer?"

Xu Qianqian thought for a moment, "I’m one of the people."