Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 46 Stranding

Chapter 46: Chapter 46 Stranding

Ma Guojun was a bit dumbfounded and adjusted his glasses, "Bro, that person wasn’t really you, right?"

"What are you saying, what kind of talk is that!" Jiang Nian diverted the topic, "What person? It has nothing to do with me... I want to see my lawyer!"

"Brother Nian, are you that fierce?" Li Hua gave a thumbs up.

"I won’t watch the NBA without you, bro," Ma Guojun also gave a thumbs up, "Watch yourself when you play; I’m afraid you’ll elbow LeBron to death."

Yao Beibei passed by and joined the commentary spontaneously.

"Hey, something’s not right, fighting aside. What’s with throwing someone’s shoes in the toilet? Just thinking about them going home with one shoe makes me laugh."

Zhang Ningzhi also nodded and spoke with a worried expression.

"It’s better not to fight; fighting can easily lead to injuries, right?"

Jiang Nian looked at the dozen or so eyes around him and flashed a polite smile. He absolutely couldn’t admit to this black history.

"No, it really wasn’t me. (serious face)"

Everyone burst into laughter, attracting the attention of others in the class. Curious eyes turned towards them; class president Li Qingrong, who sat in the first group, frowned slightly.

Ring ring ring, the bell for the third class rang, and everyone scattered as a result.

Jiang Nian nonchalantly pulled out his biology book from under the desk, letting out a sigh of relief. That was close, almost became "shoe throw guy" accompanying him throughout his senior year.

Actually, it wasn’t entirely his fault; with that kind of environment at No. 2 High. The strong adapt to the environment, while the weak die rigidly. He wanted to be a good person, but wasn’t given the chance.

Some junior high students swagger around like idiots, bullying for no reason to establish authority. It didn’t have much to do with playing basketball; there was already conflict, so naturally, a fight broke out.

Three or four people, it’s normal to lose your head in a fight, right? Throwing shoes is considered mild; not shoving them back into their mothers was his great mercy.

They’re all a bunch of idiots, of course, he’s also an idiot for fighting people. Fighting Power is unbeatable at level three, but pocket money gets docked and he behaves.

Painful past, leading to a state of social death.

Beep beep, beep beep.

The biology teacher is a young woman in her mid-twenties, with a Little Bee amplifier strapped to her waist during class. Her voice is sweet, and so is her name.

Zhong Qing.

Within minutes of class starting, seven or eight boys stood at the back of the classroom to listen.

Even Li Hua went there.

Oh come on, the physics teacher is a middle-aged man, and you’d rather fall asleep than stand in the back. But for the third class, you perked up, wandering to the back to attract the biology teacher’s attention, huh?

The seat next to Jiang Nian suddenly became empty, and Ma Guojun quickly moved over to fill the spot.

Facing the gossip big guy, Jiang Nian was sparing with his words.

"Lymph factors are proteins, utilizing exocytosis." Zhong Qing’s voice echoed in the classroom, and the rain outside finally stopped after pouring all day.

After school in the afternoon, the class left sparsely, and the campus radio was playing Jay Chou’s "Stranded".

"The long-unseen sunny sky still holds your smile, unable to bury the guilt after crying, the kite ran aground on a cloudy day, missing is still waiting for rescue."

Jiang Nian quite enjoyed listening to the school broadcast music since he usually spent time reading and doing exercises at school. If he heard a song that matched the vibe, it felt like a little bonus.

At home, it’s different; it’s playtime anyway, and you listen to songs?

Can’t you listen while playing games? But when the game gets intense, and you start cursing at others while squatting on the stool, the music becomes a bit blurred.

In the afternoon, Zhang Ningzhi seemed a lot better, and she went to the cafeteria with Yao Beibei on her own. It seemed she didn’t want to trouble Jiang Nian and left right after school.

Jiang Nian took a nap on his desk for about half an hour before going to eat, and when he returned, there was a box of fruit milk on his desk.

He was slightly stunned and looked towards Zhang Ningzhi, who was leaning over her desk doing exercises. Back during the exam, he had given Zhang Ningzhi fruit milk, very recognizable.

Didn’t even need a little note with a drawn smiley, it was clear as day.

Jiang Nian calmly sat down and slowly opened the straw to insert it. Just as Ma Guojun entered the classroom, intending to head straight to his seat, he suddenly caught sight of Jiang Nian inserting the straw.

Heaven-sent ingredient, wild milk.

"Hey, give me a sip of the milk!"

Unfortunately, he was a step too late; Jiang Nian was already biting on the straw.

"What?"

Ma Guojun looked disappointed, waving his hand, "Forget it, forget it."

Milk is completely different from iced tea, Sprite, or Coke; before drinking it mouth-to-mouth, it’s a superior nutrient, but after doing so, it’s become inferior Ganges water.

Ma Guojun tossed him a small bag of White Rabbit milk candies and casually asked.

"When did you buy the milk?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ningzhi at the front seat’s heart practically skipped a beat. Her heart gently raced, her face was a bit warm, and her grip on the pen was tighter than usual.

After all, even though not everyone was there in the class, most of them were. Giving milk for no reason raises suspicion, and if she had to say it out loud, it would be too embarrassing.

"Didn’t buy, got it from hunting."

"Damn, call me next time you go hunting." Ma Guojun returned to his seat.

Jiang Nian’s words instantly sent Zhang Ningzhi, whose emotions felt like a roller coaster, skyrocketing to the top and then crashing to the bottom.

What hunting; the milk was clearly from me!

Her mindset was also quite strange; one moment hoping Jiang Nian wouldn’t tell the truth, but when he really didn’t, that wasn’t what she wanted either.

Ring ring ring, the twenty-minute evening reading session began. Zhang Ningzhi seized the opportunity as she stood up, turned her head, and glared fiercely at Jiang Nian; Jiang Nian’s lips curled into a smile.

Evening self-study was fine; Jiang Nian wanted to play a game to relax by the second session.

He threw the pen onto the thick math review book, leaned back on the desk in the last row. Staring at the dense math symbols, he let out a long sigh.

The classroom was brightly lit and silent, with only the sound of flipping pages and doing homework.

His current grades weren’t too bad or too good, positioned in the middle of the class. The room for improvement was small, and the space for decline... equally not very large.

Senior year was only one-seventh over, the college entrance exam more challenging. He estimated his grades for next summer.... a guarantee for a first-tier university, a top-tier depends on luck, getting into a 211 would be a win.

Just when he was fantasizing, he turned his head and met the eyes of class president Li Qingrong.

Eye contact is a high-level form of communication; Jiang Nian didn’t really want to exchange with the class president. So he willingly fell silent and averted his gaze, instinctively searching again.

Subconsciously glanced again, hmm? Why is she still looking at me?

Oh man, not doing homework during self-study is breaking the rules, huh?

After a couple of seconds, Li Qingrong averted her gaze.

Oh, oh, she was probably looking outside the window; Jiang Nian had a false alarm. With others, it wouldn’t matter, but the female class president’s gaze had a certain pressure, like a replica of ’Violet’ from his mom.

Jiang Nian even noticed some girls blushed when they saw Li Qingrong, damn, what an aluminum copper class!