Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 287 - 251: How Did the Porridge Drip from the Upper Bunk?

Chapter 287: Chapter 251: How Did the Porridge Drip from the Upper Bunk?

Chen Yunyun looked puzzled, not understanding why the two suddenly became sullen at the same time.

But she didn’t think much of it, and thought to herself that maybe they just had a brotherly bond?

They really have a great relationship.

Thinking this, she turned back to continue working on her problems.

Sun Zhicheng’s moment of misery was relatively short; he had been hit with too many setbacks over the past two months. His mental resilience hadn’t particularly grown, but he was getting better at bouncing back.

Given the situation, the best step was to get a haircut first.

He’s no longer the naive teenager who used to read "Wolf Way" and "The Art of Stratagem", everyone grows up eventually. A man has to fight!

He couldn’t just sit back and do nothing anymore; it was time to quickly mature.

Approaching the end of the evening study session.

Yu Zhiyi was staring at a white form, conflicted and unable to put pen to paper.

[Students who need psychological counseling in the class: ()]

They say new officials start blazing trails, but I’m just a small Psychological Commissioner. Above me is the disciplinary vice-class monitor, and even higher, the class monitor and Lao Liu.

What can I decide? I’m just surviving in a tight spot.

Psychological Commissioner? Incorrect.

Tongtian River High Priest? Correct answer.

But clearly, the school’s psychology office is also just skimming the surface; how could a class have only one student with psychological issues? There are plenty of weirdos in Class Three.

But since we’re all classmates, you can’t really afford to offend anyone.

Who would be a good choice?

In general, commissioners from other classes either find volunteers or ask friends for help.

But she’s only just come back to the class, friends...

So it goes back to the basic problem.

Find someone you’re not afraid of offending, someone who’s a bit off.

Yu Zhiyi thought and thought until a familiar annoying face floated into her mind. So she made up her mind to intercept Jiang Nian right after evening study session.

"Jiang Nian, the psychology office wants each class to report someone."

"And then?" he asked, slightly surprised.

"I’ve chosen you."

Jiang Nian was busy wanting to go home and didn’t have time to argue with her. He figured if he’s reported, he’s reported; he’ll just go there and pretend to have some Yuyu syndrome and play with the equipment.

"Alright, whatever."

Yu Zhiyi was initially quite nervous, afraid Jiang Nian would suddenly get angry. Some people joke around but like to turn hostile without warning.

Jiang Nian was still the same, not even shifting his gaze.

He wouldn’t leave empty-handed, would he?

But she didn’t mind; she wasn’t losing anything. Plus, the recommendation list issue was resolved, which even made her a little happy.

As she was cheerfully thinking, someone bumped into her.

The perpetrator seemed possessed like a zombie, stumbling toward the class exit as if he’d devour a classmate if he was a second slower to leave the classroom.

"Lin Dong, are you mad or something!"

"Urgent need to pee."

Lin Dong had already disappeared outside the classroom door.

.....

"Jiang Nian, do you think our school has a bully?"

"Although Zhenan Middle School may be terrible, it’s still a county-level key school." He looked at Xu Qianqian slightly surprised, "Why do you ask, have you encountered something?"

In a small county town with backward educational resources, the advantage is that screening is particularly stringent.

Zhenan’s local middle school exam total score is 845, anything below 500 means you can’t go to high school. Although vocational schools are not worse than high schools, freshly paved roads are smooth without any gravel.

In short, Emperor Qianqian’s question wasn’t very insightful.

No one knew if others had seen a school bully, but anyway, Jiang Nian hadn’t seen anyone who could be called a bully since high school.

Zhang Xiaofan?

At most, he’s just part of the school team, not a school bully.

"Not really, just asking out of curiosity." Xu Qianqian shook her head, she just heard some classmates telling their stories during evening study and found it absurd.

"That’s easy, just give me your phone." Jiang Nian reached out.

Under the streetlamp, the shadows of the two stretched long.

"Tch, can’t be bothered with you." Xu Qianqian tightened her backpack straps, then suddenly asked, "Hey, was there ever... "

"Just don’t ask, things like that are best left untouched." Jiang Nian interrupted, "In the middle of the night and you’re getting all sentimental, can you be a bit more positive?"

Xu Qianqian, hearing this, didn’t dwell too much, shook her head, and perked up.

"True, just don’t pay attention to those things."

After that, she felt a sudden sense of relief and casually asked.

"Hey, what did you find on TikTok then?"

Hearing this, Jiang Nian’s eyelid twitched and he coughed, calmly saying,

"Oh, just some news updates and high school test papers, that sort of thing. Quite boring, I don’t usually scroll much."

"Really? Let me see."

"What kind of rude request is that, how could I?" Jiang Nian righteously declared, "It’s unrelated to the phone, do you know what personal privacy is?"

Xu Qianqian glanced at him, with a look that said "trash".

Jiang Nian got even more excited, "Say it."

"Pervert."

Nice.

Used to get angry at this word, now at this age it’s just satisfying.

Maybe that’s what growing up means.

North District Dormitory.

Lin Dong took a bite of fish cake, saying to those around him,

"Back in the day, a kindergarten teacher called me petty, damn it. I still remember the tone she used, damn it!"

"How could I be petty, total nonsense, I’m going to beat up her son when I go back for New Year this year."

Wu Jungu turned to look at Zeng You, and the two of them shared a glance.

"Great! Just do it!" shouted a roommate!

The instant noodles from several of them gathered on the table, honest Luo Zhongping initially said he didn’t want any. But Lin Dong insisted on giving him a bucket, so the entire dorm was full of noodle eaters.

"Come on, pour the hot water." Lin Dong called out, taking out his phone to record, "Everyone, smile, it’s our dorm’s first instant noodle meeting."

The screen froze, shrouded in white steam.

Half-past eleven.

Jiang Nian scrolled through the group chat messages, coming across a photo from Lin Dong’s dorm of their collective instant noodle gathering.

How was he watching? Lying on his bed after a shower.

Didn’t know if Xu Qianqian showered yet; no further need to delve into that topic.

They say if you’re not interested in your childhood sweetheart, it’s purely because the other is not attractive. A truly stunning childhood sweetheart can make your day brighter.

Of course, those truly uninterested will remain uninterested.

He sent a WeChat message to Xu Qianqian, sending a few teasing emojis.

"Are you there?"

Xu Qianqian replied after half a minute, "?"

Jiang Nian asked, "What if I can’t sleep?"

He added a shy dragon image to look cheeky.

Xu Qianqian quickly replied, "Handle it yourself."

"Hmm?" Jiang Nian read the sentence three times, confirming that Xu Qianqian likely said it unintentionally.

Like every other normal soft-spoken girl, she basically avoided lewd jokes.

At least not publicly; whether she delved into them privately was unknown.

"How to handle it?" he asked.

"How would I know, try holding your breath for ten minutes."

"Won’t that mean death?"

While holding his breath, Jiang Nian scrolled through the group chat.

Without the class monitor and Lao Liu in the class group, the messages quickly piled up to 99+.

Not many people were asleep at this hour, everyone was posting their late-night snacks.

Senior year is exhausting, and evening study ends late.

As a result, a culture of late-night snacks prevailed.

Yang Qiming clearly loved Lin Dong, immediately posting his on-hand snack.

A serving of egg-fried noodles, with a fried egg, tofu, and a drink.

Lin Dong: "Bro, you’re loaded."

Yang Qiming responded, feeling very pleased and full of pride.

"(Grin) After being single, I couldn’t spend it all. From now on, instead of spending on women, I’ll spend it all on my brothers!"

Li Hua: "Really?"

Ma Guojun tossed a picture of a cute girl into the group, including a QQ number, with the last digit marked as a *.

Instantly, the class realized that Yang Qiming had become silent.

Lin Dong @-ed Yang Qiming, "Bro, what are you doing?"

Huang Caicai, always Yang Qiming’s lackey, proactively @-ed Ma Guojun, politely asking.

"Is that QQ number real? Yang tried each one, but none worked."

Ma Guojun: "Maybe the account got hacked."

Huang Caicai: "Oh, then I’ll advise Yang not to add it."

Jiang Nian scrolled through the messages one by one and burst out laughing, failing his breath-holding attempt.

Class Three really was full of talented people, young and old, even a dog needed some life in them.

Can choose not to live, but can’t be lifeless.

In the 513 Boys’ Dormitory, when Yang Qiming saw the group chat, he almost fainted in anger.

"Cailang, you..."

"Huh?" Huang Caicai looked up.

"Never mind, never mind, I just found a girl." Yang Qiming waved his hand, getting up to leave, "Just added her, I’ll quickly try a voice call."

"Bro, your noodles will get cold though." Huang Caicai worried for him.

"Not eating them, no appetite." Yang Qiming waved hurriedly, love is more comforting than food, "I barely touched it, it’s yours if you can eat it."

"All... for me?" Huang Caicai was a bit dazed.

In reality, Yang hadn’t eaten almost anything. Just an egg and he stopped, even the cola was barely sipped, poured into a cup instead.

Following Yang, you’ll gain weight in no time!

In the group, Chen Yunyun posted her late-night snack.

A serving of buckwheat noodles.

The picture set off a flurry of chat in the group immediately.

Lin Dong: "What’s with the noodles? So dark."

Huang’s Yao Beibei chimed in, "Buckwheat noodles, used for weight loss, very hard to eat."

Sun Zhicheng emerged, using an anime avatar with a hood up.

"Why buy something hard to eat?"

Nie Qiqi (doesn’t eat coriander): "Silly, when it’s hard to eat you eat less!"

Wang Yuhe posted a picture of a small pack of packaged chicken breast.

"(Bittersweet) First time I’m not interested in meat."

With two arrivals, several of the class’s girls got lively. They started chattering about diet secrets, showering each other with compliments.

Jiang Nian typed in, "Is the weight-loss meal eaten before or after the main meal?"

Zhang Ningzhi answered earnestly, "Main meal."

....

The next day, upon waking up.

Jiang Nian remembered he forgot to use his secondary account to check Zhou Yuting and Squirtle’s messages, the group chat was just too lively.

While brushing his teeth, he browsed their messages, pondering the next steps. For now, it was still back and forth, no need to reel it in too soon.

After washing up, Jiang Nian headed to school.

Looking up, facing the silent senior building, it was still too early.

Thud, thud, the sound of Jiang Nian’s footsteps alone echoed on the stairs.

Passing the academic office, Jiang Nian stealthily took a photo of the suggestion box, then edited it with high exposure, and sent it to the two.

During morning reading, Lin Dong left his place to chat with Jiang Nian.

"Last night, while I was sleeping, the porridge from the upper bunk dripped down to my bedside."