Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 269 - 234: Not Sitting at the Same Table with Low-score Kid

Chapter 269: Chapter 234: Not Sitting at the Same Table with Low-score Kid

Jiang Nian is standing in line at the classroom building’s cafeteria, not seeing Xu Qianqian and her friends.

He turns his head and sees someone from his class.

"Hey, can I cut in?"

"Get lost!" Yu Zhiyi, standing diagonally across from Jiang Nian, hugs her chest, "You’re the one who likes to pick on people."

"Tch." Jiang Nian doesn’t care and continues playing on his phone.

He actually.....

Forget it, no need to explain, no one asks anyway.

Plain.

I don’t like you, but there’s nothing wrong with being colorful.

Even in fire, water, grass, and forest, in the soil, clouds, or that girl’s skirt. Forgot the rest, but basically, I like Poké Balls.

After getting his food, Jiang Nian puts away his phone and starts looking for a seat.

The cafeteria is a boiling battleground, people packed tightly. At a glance, it’s all high school freshmen. This lot aren’t enthusiastic about class but are number one at grabbing food.

Grabbing food is fine, after all, the early bird gets the worm. The survival of the fittest is a natural law, but..... using books to reserve seats is just too much.

Some people dawdle, get their food and then go buy a drink or get some seaweed soup before sitting down. Half the cafeteria has empty seats, but the aisles are full of people looking for seats.

Jiang Nian is at his wit’s end but can only keep searching for a seat.

"Wanna sit here?"

A clear voice appears, but Jiang Nian ignores it.

Damn, stood too long and started having hallucinations.

Cafeteria girl talking?

"Damn, can’t even find a spot." Jiang Nian keeps scanning, muttering to himself, "If this keeps up, I’m going to take my tray outside the cafeteria to eat."

Not everyone is willing to endure the pigsty-like dining environment of the cafeteria; some will take their food to the shaded area of the basketball court.

The North District has even more genius students who take their trays back to their dorms to eat.

As for what to do with the tray, it’s all up to conscience. Some return the trays and chopsticks, others dump them in the trash, like getting their tuition’s worth back.

Jiang Nian finds going out cumbersome and hard to get over mentally.

After all, ditching trays is considered one of the campus’s top ten bold moves, on par with top 3: indescribable things on the rooftop, ignoring risks in the classroom with a girlfriend.

In comparison, it’s better to eat in the cafeteria.

"Am I..... speaking softly?"

The clear voice rings out again, even tugging on his jacket.

Jiang Nian realizes it’s not a hallucination and looks down.

It’s a girl wearing the high school freshman’s uniform, though the blue-black uniform is loose and heavy, on closer look, her figure appears slender.

Standing over her, he sees the girl’s fair neck. She has the school-standard ponytail, bright eyes, fair skin, a bona fide freshman beauty.

Staring longer would be impolite, senior old boy.

"Oh~ you called me?" Jiang Nian snaps back to reality, averting his gaze from the girl.

Can’t help but sigh inside, so young.

Once, he was also a freshman, full of ambition for high school life. Two years later, everything’s changed, and he’s suddenly the old green veggie.

Feeling touched after reading, the body is warm.

"Senior, you can sit next to me." The girl’s petite face lifts, her eyes clear and bright, "Hurry, or the seat will be gone."

Using a bit of coercion, it surprisingly works.

Jiang Nian hurries and sits down.

In the crowded and noisy cafeteria, the two of them sit next to each other. Their arms are touching, and it’s a bit cramped, what’s more important, they’re total strangers.

"Thank you, Senior....."

He stops halfway, small towns don’t have such fancy terms as senior and junior. That’s city folks’ stuff, usually just call by name in backwaters.

"Senior.....Great student."

The girl turns her head incredulously, to be honest, her wrist holding her chopsticks is also quite pale. With the sleeves rolled up, her arm is even paler.

Part bat, sleeping day and night?

With big eyes showing a shocked expression, then confusion appears.

"Senior, how did you know I’m good at studying?"

Currently, unknown of her name.

But it doesn’t affect Jiang Nian’s social skills, still can chat either way.

"It’s all about the vibe. You seem like the girl who often goes on stage to receive awards after exams."

"You’re exaggerating, senior." The girl laughs, explaining, "I can only score in the seven hundreds, occasionally over eight hundred."

"That’s pretty average." Jiang Nian says.

For freshmen, the total score is 1050, good is eighty percent above, needs 840 or above, converted to senior score needs over 600.

At her level, stretched will only be a medium student, converted senior score is about 525 to 578.

While Jiang Nian is 590, rounding up is 600. Converted to freshman score is 826, clearly a cut above her.

The girl almost chokes on her saliva hearing that, meeting low EQ. Clearly a little dissatisfied, bites her lower lip subconsciously, pushing back a sentence.

"It’s actually not bad; I’m first in my class."

"Parallel class, right?" The guy below is exerting strength now.

"Senior, you..." The girl is almost vomiting blood, but still tentatively asks, "Could it be..... Olympic class?"

Jiang Nian holds back his strength, not continuing the topic.

"Stop calling me senior, I have a name, Chu... wait, call me Little Jiang."

The girl is stunned, wondering is it really okay to call like this?

Little..... Jiang?

"Isn’t it inappropriate? Feels like I’m already in high school..... no, like I’ve already started working, sounds way too old."

"Then how about uncle? Uncle I....."

"Makes Jiang..... you sound too old."

"Old ginger is spicier, makes sense."

"Senior Jiang, wordplay costs money!" The girl giggles, eyebrows curved, "My name is Lin Yuxi, Yuxi of Jiang Bi Bird Yubai."

"Oh oh, thank you for saving me a seat.... not, anyway thanks for the seat." Jiang Nian sincerely says, "Otherwise, I’d probably still be standing in the aisle."

"Of course, not like eating standing up is all bad."

Lin Yuxi hasn’t stopped smiling since she started talking with Jiang Nian. From when he sat down till now, she hasn’t even taken a bite of rice.

"Senior, aren’t you curious why I saved you a seat?"

"Civic-minded member."

"That’s not it, I saw you playing basketball yesterday." Lin Yuxi giggles, not hiding her joy at all, "So amazing, so handsome."

Jiang Nian stops eating, looks at Lin Yuxi with growing confusion.

"I didn’t come yesterday, was on leave."

Lin Yuxi’s eyes widen, letting out a sound.

"How can that be?"

"So you mistook me for someone else, I have a cousin the same age." Jiang Nian doesn’t want to be linked with a stalker fan, "Actually, he looks a lot like me..."

Lin Yuxi tightly grips her blue meal card, a bit annoyed.

"Stop pretending, senior, I know it’s you!...Little Jiang."

Jiang Nian glances at her, unfazed.

"I’m old Jiang."

Lin Yuxi feels a bit breathless, in a few minutes, her youth idol filter for Jiang Nian gets shattered. Such a good-looking person, why so chatty?

Forget it, as long as he’s good-looking it’s fine.

Thinking of the scene of him shooting on half court yesterday, Lin Yuxi can’t help but feel her heart flutter. At that time, together with her girlfriends, couldn’t help but scream out loud.

So...so handsome.

Just don’t know why, senior is strongly denying, doesn’t want to admit it.

Could it be... modesty for fame and fortune?

Hehe, like him even more.

Good-looking, playing basketball handsomely, in the Olympic class, person low-key, speech... speech at least passable, not important, anyway seems like he has less trashy charm!

Could it be I have a chance?

She knows her advantage, who doesn’t like the youthful?

Instant victory.

"Senior, can we be friends?" Lin Yuxi bites her lower lip, with a pitiful look, "I’m really curious about senior year, want to ask you for some advice."

Jiang Nian is busy eating, after pondering for a moment, smiles and says.

"Nope, not score discrimination, just I don’t friend with scores below 800."

Lin Yuxi couldn’t hold it, isn’t that score discrimination?

Don’t want to sit with low-score kids!

"Senior, can we add on QQ?"

"Can you score 840?"

Lin Yuxi: "...."

....

On the other side, the dorm cafeteria is bustling with people.

Zeng You eats while reading a novel, engrossed.

He’s already finished "Eternal Life," his mind is full of kill kill kill and kneel down to be a dog. Now switched to a book called "Ice and Fire Demon Chef" for a change of scene.

It’s like Qin Shi Huang swinging on a swing, dazzling beyond comparison.

Traditional kung fu at its peak, the ultimate art.

Across from Zeng You, Wu Jungu frowns, seemingly troubled by something.

After hesitating for a while, he suddenly looks up and asks.

"Zeng you, want to eat at a banquet?"

"Cough cough!!" Zeng you nearly chokes on his food, fighting the urge to spray it out, he pats his chest two times to catch his breath, "What did you say?"

Seeing this, Wu Jungu realizes the misunderstanding.

"My cousin is getting married, the banquet is at Chuyun Hotel tomorrow. My aunt asked me over, but I feel awkward going alone, so I want company."

Upon hearing, Zeng You comes to his senses.

It’s really about attending a banquet.

Chuyun Hotel is situated between Zhennan Avenue and the riverside, not far from school. Though called a hotel, it’s actually just a small tavern.

But in this small county town, it’s considered top-notch display.

Besides, everyone knows the wedding banquet dishes are usually top-tier. All the expensive stuff, turtle, knuckle, lobster, beef, chicken, duck, fish, roasted pork, not lacking any.

Gulp, he can’t refuse it at all.

Even so, Zeng You still hesitates for a moment.

"Do I need to prepare a gift?"

...

"A gift my ass."

Thump!

Yang Qiming slams his Coke on the table, lets out a sigh.

"My mom already gave a gift through someone, just say we’re brothers. Distant relatives getting married, they don’t know how many sons my mom has, and they won’t ask either."

Yang Qiming picks up his chopsticks, seeing Huang Caicai hesitate, adds one more thing.

"I don’t want to go alone, if you don’t go, I’m not going either."

Hearing this, Huang Caicai freezes.

"How can that work!"

Thinking about how turtle, knuckle, lobster, braised meat would all leave him, he’d rather die. Not scared to die, afraid to take a little risk?

"Oh? Going?" Yang Qiming asks.

"Going!"