Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 278 - 243: Brother, You Smell So Good

Chapter 278: Chapter 243: Brother, You Smell So Good

After the morning self-study session, a group of people gathered around.

"Jiang Nian, are you coming to buy some food?"

"No."

"Damn, both classes are English."

"Alright, let’s go then, we can eat and come back." Jiang Nian leisurely got up, as calm and collected as an old artist.

Just about to leave, he suddenly noticed Zhizhi glancing at him from the desk.

Jiang Nian raised an eyebrow, "What’s up?"

"Nothing," Zhang Ningzhi said, looking at him with one eye, muffled, "You guys are skipping class again; Qianbao will ask me about it."

"How can being ten minutes late be called skipping class?" Jiang Nian shrugged indifferently, "Skip class if we want to, as if Qianbao can kill me?"

Zhizhi: "... Then go ahead."

"Do you want me to bring you something to drink? I’ll get it for you," Jiang Nian never forgets Zhizhi even when mooching, being a conscientious gang member, "How about milk? It helps you grow taller."

"You damn, using repetitive words, so gross." Ma Guojun rolled his eyes and pulled him outside, "Hurry up, class will start soon."

Jiang Nian turned his head to look at Zhang Ningzhi, who then nodded slightly and returned her head to the desk, with her high ponytail visible above the pile of books.

The morning light came in through the large window, with the dust glowing in a pale golden haze.

Yang Qiming heard the commotion from Jiang Nian’s side and opened his mouth wide.

He was about to die.

His face was full of weakness and a craving for food.

He didn’t have a late-night snack last night and woke up hungry in the middle of the night.

Staring at the dark ceiling of the dorm room, he quickly thought about the lock on the downstairs door.

Finally, he searched if he could eat his roommate, but Baidu advised against consuming roommates.

In the end, unable to bear the hunger, he took his roommate’s melatonin all at once.

Strangely, he wasn’t hungry in the morning, but he hesitated.

Now he regretted it, wishing only to rush to the cafeteria for a bite, but just as he got up, a solemn voice came from Huang Caicai beside him.

"Yang, are you going for breakfast?"

Not pigeons, you...

"No, I’m just getting up to stretch," Yang Qiming said, feeling bitter but keeping the word loyalty in his heart, "Why, do you want breakfast?"

Huang Caicai did want it, his stomach a bit hungry. But thinking back on the words he said yesterday and sensing Yang’s tone probably didn’t want to go either, he just had to endure it.

The ninja of Class Three, heirs of the Will of Fire.

"No, Yang, I’m not hungry." Huang Caicai squeezed out a silly smile on his face.

Thinking fine, just endure it.

In the first English class, Qianbao habitually glanced at the class and found three empty seats in a row.

"Where are the three of them?"

At these words, half the class turned to look at Jiang Nian’s row.

The Fruit Special Attack trio went to the cafeteria.

Zhang Ningzhi kept her head down, not daring to look at Qianbao, like a left-behind child.

Someone answered.

"Teacher, they went to the bathroom."

Qianbao couldn’t help but laugh in anger at these words.

"What bathroom needs a meal card?"

The class burst into laughter, waking up those who were originally drowsy.

Ten minutes later, the Fruit Special Attack trio finally returned. Standing at the door giving a report, the three stood together, perfectly blocking the classroom door.

Qianbao glanced over and slowly asked.

"Where did you go?"

"Teacher, I just went to the bathroom," Li Hua quickly thought, pointing to the side, "I don’t know these two, met them on the way."

Ma Guojun said nothing and threw a blue meal card on the ground.

"Li Hua, you dropped your meal card."

Li Hua instinctively looked down.

Where?

Raising his head to see Qianbao staring at him, Li Hua was instantly embarrassed.

No integrity, sneaky thing!

Jiang Nian calmly took a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Li Hua.

"Wipe the grease on your mouth."

Qianbao couldn’t stand it anymore and rubbed her temples.

"Li Hua, go to the back and stand while listening to the class."

Then he looked at Ma Guojun, asking.

"And you?"

Ma Guojun honestly said, "Jiang Nian said he’d treat us."

Qianbao nodded, "Hmm, at least you’re honest, go back to your seat."

Standing at the back of the class, Li Hua felt like the sky was falling as he watched the chubby baby return to his seat, dumbfounded.

"Why?"

But it’s true, although Ma Guojun swears all the time.

While honest, he rarely scams like Jiang Nian.

Oh well, in this stronghold of mighty students at the back of the study board.

Having Old Jiang standing with me is indeed one of life’s great joys.

I am Okamoto, what do you want?

If the world didn’t birth Li Hua, English would remain in eternal night!

As he fantasized, he suddenly looked up to see Jiang Nian taking a box of throat candy from behind. Coolly placing it on the podium, unashamedly he said.

"The throat candy you wanted, Teacher, I bought it."

Qianbao glanced at him, thinking this silly kid still knows how to make offerings. Remembering his 140 in English, she waved him back.

In the last row, near the board.

Li Hua: Sadness, forgotten love.

Two classes passed, and the call for running sound echoed.

Sun Zhicheng continued to wear a hoodie, making him appear both gloomy and depressed. Lying on his desk like a lonely mouse returning to its sewer throne.

"Move, Ah Cheng," Lin Dong patted Sun Zhicheng’s hood, "Let’s go, downstairs to run."

Although he had been attacked by the Psychological Commissioner last night, his mindset was still impressively positive. Overall, the deposit brought about by exploiting opportunities was still enjoying its afterglow.

That money was enough for him not to live off air for the rest of his life.

"Let’s go." Sun Zhicheng got up.

"Ah Cheng, are you running in that hoodie?" Lin Dong was surprised and reminded, "It’s sunny out there; you might get hot as a dog later."

"Doesn’t matter, people like me are used to the sewer’s chill." Sun Zhicheng got up, wearing a hooded cap, like a grey drill.

Lin Dong nodded, "Alright, let’s go; the sports rep will call names soon."

As he was about to leave, he turned around and was startled.

"Whoa, Cousin Qiming?"

Yang Qiming looked up with a pale face.

"What’s up?"

"You look... Why do you look so bad?" Lin Dong curiously asked, "Are you ill?"

"I’m fine," Yang Qiming sighed.

He couldn’t just say he was hungry but couldn’t eat; it would be too embarrassing. He didn’t want to involve Huang Caicai, so others wouldn’t judge Caicai poorly.

This pain, I’ll bear alone!

"How are you going to run, got a leave?"

"Yes, I did."

Surprised, Lin Dong asked, "When I went for leave, that bastard Liu Yang wouldn’t let me. How did you manage to get it approved?"

Yang Qiming, weak, lay on the desk and murmured.

"I said, ’Dude, you smell nice.’"

"Holy shit." Lin Dong left in a rush.

Jiang Nian got up, took off his hoodie, looked around, but found no place to put it.

He turned and spotted Zhang Ningzhi’s uniform bag with a grin.

Good spot! Tucked it in.

Taking advantage of Zhang Ningzhi and Yao Beibei walking hand in hand downstairs, he quickly folded the hoodie.

Then carefully and smoothly placed it in the bag hanging by the chair, whistled to himself, and left the classroom.

On the sports ground, most people had sweated a little after running.

Wu Jungu had very pale skin, wiped his forehead with a tissue in the warm sunlight. Turning back, he saw Zeng You looking pale, making his eyelid twitch.

"What time did you sleep last night?"

Zeng You raised his eyebrows, "Six o’clock."

"You’re practically doing immortal cultivation," Wu Jungu stood in the stuffy lineup, sweating in embarrassment, "Take it easy; I heard staying up late can lead to sudden death."

Hearing this, Zeng You thought for a moment before replying.

"So, I didn’t stay up late, just pulled an all-nighter, safe and sound."

Wu Jungu: "..... Talented."

He paused slightly and couldn’t help advising again.

"I saw in a magazine; scientific data shows sudden deaths are becoming more common in younger people. You should be careful; better safe than sorry."

Zeng You nodded, "Next time, you shouldn’t read such scary stuff."

Wu Jungu, speechless, turned his head, and there he saw Yu Zhiyi chatting with Lin Dong and others, worsening his mood.

He couldn’t help but turn in another direction, seeing Jiang Nian talking with Ma Guojun and the others waiting for the break-up signal.

After a sharp whistle, everyone dispersed towards the teaching building.

Zhang Ningzhi still walked with Yao Beibei, glancing up at someone walking under the early winter sun, emanating a clean and upright vibe both inside and out.

Like a little poplar tree in spring.

The cold wind whined, cutting across from the basketball court, causing Zhang Ningzhi to shrink her neck.

Back in the classroom, she suddenly found an extra piece of clothing in her bag.

Zhang Ningzhi suddenly recalled that Jiang Nian had asked if he could put it there, and she agreed. But he didn’t often put his clothes there, occasionally tossing them on the desk or chair.

Only when the temperature got a bit high and he was sure he wouldn’t wear it again would he put it in the bag.

She heard footsteps in the aisle behind her and turned to see it was indeed Jiang Nian.

So she moved to her seat, sitting down, curiously asking.

"Aren’t you cold?"

"Not cold, are you?" Jiang Nian hesitated for a second, pointing to the bag hanging by the chair, "There’s a jacket there, you can use it to cover your legs."

"No need, I’m not cold either." Zhang Ningzhi smiled.

November stuck in early winter, with many hills in Zhen Nan, the temperature swings hot and cold. Running outside made one hot, but returning to the classroom instantly brought a chill.

If one sweats, the wind blowing can easily cause a cold.

Jiang Nian nodded, sat down, and started rummaging through his drawer for books, asking without raising his head.

"What’s the next class?"

Zhang Ningzhi vaguely remembered it should be those two subjects but still looked at the schedule wedged in the book stand.

"Math and Biology."

The midday classes whisked by, approaching the end of school.

Yang Qiming patted his cheeks at his seat, drinking water persistently.

Starving to death.

He glanced at his watch; only eleven minutes left until class ended. Silently calculating, the biology teacher never dragged lessons, so there were 634 seconds until class ended.

Damn it, counting down six hundred.....

Never mind, hold your breath for sixty seconds first; it’ll pass quickly.

Yang Qiming started holding his breath, turning red at thirty seconds, scratching his head at forty seconds, and shaking his leg like mad at fifty seconds.

Zhou Yuting was feeling troubled, worried about her alt account. Suddenly her desk started shaking, and she saw her tablemate acting like a big monkey.

Yang Qiming’s eyes were wide, his face flushed red, shaking his head violently.

Huang Caicai was picking at his mouth in a daze.

She: "...."

For god’s sake, pick a good day to leave, okay?

I’m begging you.