Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 64: It All Depends on Your Attitude When Going Online

Chapter 64: Chapter 64: It All Depends on Your Attitude When Going Online

After the evening study session, Jiang Nian grabbed his bag and left.

The night was deep, and from a distance, he saw Qianqian seemingly holding a phone. She stood still among the crowd leaving school, as the grade director walked past her.

He glanced at her, then clocked out.

In such a hurry to transform into a pretty girl after work, huh? Can’t see such a big phone?

Jiang Nian approached, "What are you looking at so intently?"

Qianqian slightly frowned but didn’t hide anything, raising the phone in front of him.

"Got into an argument online, can’t win it."

"Let me see." Jiang Nian took the phone and wasn’t as bold as Qianqian. He looked around to make sure no teachers were nearby before carefully glancing at the screen, getting involved in the argument for several comment threads.

"Let’s talk while we walk." He put her phone in his pocket.

"Oh."

The two blended into the crowd going downstairs, with scattered lights falling on the small path on campus.

"I told you not to advise people on their studies online; they posted it for comfort." Jiang Nian swiped through the comments on her phone, reading the host’s sarcastic reply.

[Haha, although my grades aren’t ideal, I can’t accept advice. I’m one of those who values the process more than the result.

Sis, do you have no emotional intelligence to speak with such superiority?]

"Is it my issue?" Qianqian looked puzzled.

"Of course not your problem, look at the text." Jiang Nian explained patiently while walking, pointing at the phone screen, "See what she wrote, [So what if you’ve worked hard for two years?]."

"Her best scores are just double digits, none above 40. If she played one less game of Identity V over the past two years, she wouldn’t have these scores."

"Oh, okay, then I won’t reply." Qianqian seemed a bit slow with this kind of thing.

Jiang Nian clicked his tongue, "No need, I’ve already replied for you."

Hearing this, Qianqian’s pupils shrank instantly, and she grabbed the phone back.

"Don’t reply recklessly; it’ll get my account banned."

Opening to see, Qianqian almost fainted.

[Do I have to check your mood to be online? Then I might as well go f**k your mom.]

"Why do you reply with such dirty words again? Seriously...." Qianqian punched him but didn’t delete it and silently exited, "Luckily I used a high-resolution imitation account registered with your avatar and nickname."

In an instant, Jiang Nian’s smile froze.

"What?"

"Huh? Did I say something?" Qianqian looked innocent, soft-eyed under the streetlight, "Oh well, I need to go home early to do the papers today."

"Qianqian! Give me the phone!" Jiang Nian lunged forward.

"Nope, haha!"

The two chased each other on the dim street, their shadows elongated and gradually blurred at the corner.

The next morning, it was drizzling.

An autumn rain brought a chill; Qianqian, facing the mirror, wore a light khaki cardigan. She carefully adjusted her bun before carrying her backpack and taking her umbrella out.

With a click, Jiang Nian also came out carrying a bag from the opposite door.

Only part of the delivery arrived; no one was home to receive it. It would all be picked up together tomorrow.

In the mottled hallway, the light wasn’t too bright due to the rainy weather. The girl’s bun appeared cuter, with a hint more restraint than usual.

"Ah, changed your hairstyle, it looks nice." Jiang Nian reached out, wanting to poke it.

Qianqian slapped his wandering hand away, "Touch it, and you’ll lose at games for a year."

"Wow, you’re so ruthless!" Jiang Nian immediately retracted his hand, known best, "To think I helped you handle online relationships kindly yesterday."

"Tch." Qianqian pouted, not saying a word.

However, seeing that blogger breaking down and posting ten small essays last night was indeed satisfying. Although it’s not nice to say, but... whatever.

Credit deducted from Jiang Nian.

The two walked down the stairs with umbrellas into the rain, a black and a blue umbrella blooming in the rain. They passed through puddled alleys and entered the main road of Zhennan Street in a few minutes.

The broken tiles on the street were like hidden mines; you never knew what would happen when you stepped on them.

"Is the sports day still on the day after tomorrow with this weather?" Jiang Nian mentioned, shaking the water off his umbrella and was immediately punched by Qianqian beside him.

"Don’t shake it towards me!"

"I was just thinking you’re wearing three layers, afraid you’d get hot." Jiang Nian smirked; every time he walked with Qianqian, he couldn’t help but make mischief.

"Serves you right for going out wearing only a short-sleeved shirt!" Qianqian sneered coldly, "If your eyes aren’t good, donate them to the cafeteria. I only wore two..."

Halfway through, she suddenly realized, her face flushed.

"Do you want to die, Jiang Nian!"

Jiang Nian quickly walked two steps to distance himself, the black and blue umbrella tops immediately turned front and back. In the blink of an eye, they mixed into umbrellas of more colors and disappeared.

Reaching the fourth floor, he happened to run into Li Qingrong, who seemed to be coming from the water fountain in the corridor.

"Monitor." Jiang Nian shook his umbrella, the rainwater soaking into the corridor.

"Mhm." Li Qingrong nodded, and suddenly she paused, "The registration form for the sports day has been submitted; you seem to have signed up for the three thousand meters?"

"Ah, why?" Jiang Nian looked puzzled.

"It’s nothing, I’ve also registered for the women’s group." Li Qingrong’s expression remained unchanged, her lips slightly parted, "Need a running partner?"

"Huh?"

....

Yu Tongjie, holding an umbrella, bumped into the senior year teaching building, collected the umbrella, letting the rain drip along it as he stepped, since the corridor and stairs were already wet.

His face drooped, mood as gloomy as the weather.

He really didn’t want to oppose Jiang Nian; he just despised cheats. When he realized it was a misunderstanding, he had already begun to regret it.

But now, it was too late to say anything, and he didn’t like the aggressive Jiang Nian either.

Buzz.

His phone vibrated, and Yu Tongjie pulled it from his pocket to take a look.

Zhou Yuting: "Sports day is the day after tomorrow, we’re planning to skip the evening study session tomorrow night to go out for a gathering. Are you coming, Yu? Liu Feipeng will be there too."

Yu Tongjie bowed his head, thought for a moment, and replied to the message.

"Okay."

He wasn’t actually familiar with Zhou Yuting, only nodding acquaintances with Liu Feipeng. To be honest, he didn’t like Liu Feipeng’s crowd.

It was only because Zhou Yuting had relatively good grades that he chatted with her a bit.

As for others, Zhou Yuting couldn’t compare to one percent of Li Qingrong.

Thinking of Li Qingrong, Yu Tongjie couldn’t help but sigh.

If it were a couple of years ago, he would have been interested. After all, although Li Qingrong had a stiff personality, she was good-looking, and more importantly, that unique temperament.

But ever since Li Qingrong’s uncle transferred to the city, Yu Tongjie basically half-gave up.

Now, moving up classes, they happen to become classmates.

If it hadn’t been for that conflict in English class, maybe there would still be a chance. But such a fuss, and Li Qingrong being so stiff, her impression of him probably...

Fortunately, he signed up for the sports day; the men’s three thousand meters lacked one person, and no one has registered yet.

This move of his also counted as helping her out.

Perhaps the impression might change.

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