Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance -
Chapter 42 Li Qingrong
Chapter 42: Chapter 42 Li Qingrong
At noon, during the first break, class monitor Li Qingrong suddenly found Zhang Ningzhi and Jiang Nian.
"Come over here and pick a cabinet."
"Okay." Jiang Nian, rarely normal, pulled out his chair and stood up, reaching over to pat the shoulder of Zhang Ningzhi in front of him. "Hey, the monitor wants us to pick a cabinet."
Zhang Ningzhi shrank her neck and gave an absent-minded "oh."
There is a special feature on the third floor for seniors, wall cabinets. Simply put, it’s a row of metal cabinets cemented together with the mottled wall near the classroom door.
The gray, dull cabinets open up to a rectangular space inside, holding about half a desk’s worth of stuff.
"Although you guys moved up before National Day, the previous classmates’ things weren’t taken down." Li Qingrong, naturally cold, stood aside and explained.
"They just cleared them out yesterday, there are a total of three spots, you can choose first."
There were a total of three cabinet spaces. He and Zhang Ningzhi got to choose first. This made it clear that Li Qingrong didn’t notify Yu Tongjie, intending to tell him only after the other two chose.
Nobody had mentioned the events of that day again, but it didn’t mean there was no influence.
Yu Tongjie just had a good father working in the county committee office. Part of the Three Royal Families of Zhennan County, but it had nothing to do with Jiang Nian.
For children of the Three Royal Families, unless they are exceptionally poor academically, they are sent to key high schools to further their studies, not left alone.
In the county, connections are deeply intertwined. Local natives all have at least some rich relatives; what needs to be done still has to be done.
Moreover, if you can’t compete with a dad, can you not compete with a father-in-law? Thirty years of the east river, thirty years of the west river, don’t underestimate a poor young man. Marrying a Nalan Yanran could stomp over the Jialie family.
Oh, back to the topic, if your grades are poor, you can’t even rely on luck.
Jiang Nian glanced around; one of the three cabinets was at the top, one at the bottom. Only one was in the middle, so he just made the decision for Zhang Ningzhi.
"You pick the one in the middle, I’ll use the top one."
Zhang Ningzhi exclaimed, "Won’t it be inconvenient for you to get things?"
Jiang Nian thought for a moment, then said seriously, "It will be. Why don’t we squeeze into one cabinet?"
At the words, Zhang Ningzhi’s face flushed instantly, and she lowered her head without saying a word.
She obediently went to her seat to move books and stuffed them into the cabinet, taking out a small lock from inside the desk as well.
Li Qingrong watched the entire process from the side, then turned calmly to inform Yu Tongjie.
As for whether he wanted the bottom cabinet or not, that was not Li Qingrong’s concern. For someone who spreads rumors about classmates, having a cabinet is already enough, what’s next, a bike?
Jiang Nian propped his head up and looked at the first group; Yu Tongjie seemed to know Li Qingrong. He whispered something to her, his face turning red again and again.
He couldn’t help but laugh silently, cursing under his breath at the scumbag.
The three classes in the afternoon were math, physics, and chemistry, a schedule so suffocating just from the sound of it.
After lunch break, the class was listless; hell lay ahead.
Jiang Nian’s math grades were average, as was his general science performance, nothing extraordinary. But general science emphasized the construction of a knowledge network, which was all about understanding and memory.
He had already completed the memorization, and the remaining bits relied on structured connections, and analysis of exam questions indirectly improved his general science scores.
But math was unbeatable; memorizing formulas didn’t help, he still couldn’t do it.
When pushed to the limit, people can do anything, except for math. After struggling on the exam, finding out Xiao Ming’s age was -3.6 years, he felt like standing up to slap himself.
His desk mate Li Hua looked tired as hell, but scored 145 in math. Ma Guojun was sleazy as heck, but scored over 120, Yao Beibei constantly talked trash, yet scored over 130.
Zhang Ningzhi scored over 120 in math, and Jiang Nian had the worst math scores in the group.
With poor math, it was destined that university would also be an uphill battle.
Taking advantage of daydreaming during math class, Jiang Nian glanced out the window. The stuffy high school afternoon sun blinded him, with flags waving in the distance.
This was the truly Chinese dream core of a county town high school, day in and day out striving, with no end in sight.
Suddenly, Jiang Nian thought of the system, and wondered what his future would be like.
Many things had changed; if he got into a decent university, would the end still be divorce in the future?
Or should he just not get married and pursue Xu Qianqian right away?
Does the story’s ending relate to who he pursues? Surely he would argue with Xu Qianqian of the Shu Dao Mountain too, his ending would probably be even worse.
Zhi Zhi also seemed nice, beautiful and kind-hearted, with good grades too.
The root should be on himself; at thirty-eight, Jiang Nian needs a comeback. At eighteen, Jiang Nian needs to change himself from the inside out to reverse the future.
He is a practical person, only valuing things he can get now. The system is like a cheat that’s always on, a free deep blue.
What he has now is 57,000 in savings in his bank account, a family that’s not rich, Qing Mei, a group of normal friends, a mountain of books and a sea of exercises, that’s it.
Still need to keep his feet on the ground.
As math class was about to end, the math teacher walked to Li Hua’s side. Their conversation was almost telepathic, with only a few interjections throughout.
Li Hua: Ah?
Math teacher: Hmm?
Li Hua: Uhh.....
Afterward, Jiang Nian saw the math teacher point to a problem-solving step.
"This one."
"Oh, got it."
No way, dude, what the heck did you get?
Jiang Nian watched the whole interaction, looked at the question, and then at the solution to the third big problem, completely baffled.
What are you guys doing, is this even in the same country?
The math teacher looked at the puzzled Jiang Nian, "Did you understand?"
Jiang Nian pretended to be deep and nodded, "Completely didn’t get it."
The whole class burst into laughter.
Ring, ring, the bell rang for the end of class just in time, and the math teacher didn’t have the time to say more. He threw a "ask your deskmate" and left quickly with his lesson plan.
Feeling sleepy, as soon as the math teacher left, the whole class collapsed.
Jiang Nian and Li Hua slumped on the desk, and the same went for Zhang Ningzhi in front of them. She put down her pen, rubbed her eyes, and lay on the desk falling asleep instantly.
No one made a sound because the next class was physics.
During the second break, it was discovered that Zhang Ningzhi overturned Newton’s third law in solving a problem.
Seeing her embarrassed look, Jiang Nian laughed unkindly.
"Amazing, amazing."
Chemistry is the liberal arts of the sciences, with a large number of equations and various bits of trivia. At first glance, it seems interesting, but when faced with the principles of reaction it’s quite humbling.
In the last mini self-study session of the afternoon, Jiang Nian noticed that his deskmate Li Hua was always squinting with one eye and couldn’t help but ask.
"Aiming?"
Li Hua shook his head, "No, this is the Demon Eye, opening it spells doom."
Just then, Ma Guojun handed in his homework and passed by, he couldn’t hold back. In the classroom bathed in the evening sun, the chubby guy’s smile was extremely indecent, and he patted Li Hua on the shoulder.
"Silly kid, this is Ma Yan."
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