Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 78: Wicked! Who let him run like that!

Chapter 78: Chapter 78: Wicked! Who let him run like that!

During the lunch break, Jiang Nian met up with Song Xiyun.

It was still at the doorway with the rolling shutter doors locked. Seeing the exquisite walnut piggy bank he took out from behind, Song Xiyun was first stunned, then shocked.

The poor girl said something that matched her character.

"So expensive!"

She originally thought Jiang Nian was just joking. After all, who really brings a piggy bank to school? Even assuming they did, a piggy bank isn’t expensive.

Typically, thirty or forty yuan is more than enough, even twenty yuan or less.

Who would have thought he’d pull out a piggy bank akin to an art piece? It’s more ornamental than practical.

Only someone from a wealthy family would buy such a... hobby... no, lifestyle item!

Actually, Jiang Nian initially picked one around a hundred yuan, but with a thousand limit left unused, he decided to buy one over two hundred.

Anyway, it was essentially free money for him.

Song Xiyun could dish out four hundred and twenty-five, with some bits and pieces included. These bits were the most troublesome.

"No way, no way!" Song Xiyun shook her head like a rattle, saying firmly, "It’s too expensive, I can’t accept it, I was just joking that day!"

"Just return it quickly, does it have free return insurance?"

"Ah, forgot about that." Jiang Nian replied, "It’s custom-made anyway, so returning it would be a hassle. If you don’t want it, I’ll just dispose of it."

"Dispose? On Xianyu?" Song Xiyun asked knowingly.

"Something like that."

"It should be listed at a good price on Xianyu, you bought it nearly new." She started getting back into her element, getting spirited again, "Don’t price it too low."

"...Generally, the default is free shipping, and you set the price by deducting twenty from the original. If no one buys it, deduct another ten, but not too much."

Even if it’s nearly new, she’s only willing to lose ten yuan?

What strong survival skills!

Jiang Nian nodded, then added, "I was thinking of giving it to your mom, she might like this kind of gadget."

"Jiang Nian!" Song Xiyun clenched her fists, glaring at him through gritted teeth, "Do you want to die? You mustn’t give it to her! Tell me how much it cost, and I’ll pay you back!"

Jiang Nian quoted a number, and Song Xiyun nearly buckled.

"How much?"

After confirming again, the light in the girl’s eyes dimmed. Such a small piggy bank was going to take away a large portion of her savings, wasn’t it too much...

But if she doesn’t pay, this piggy bank will end up with her mom. She’d be so happy to accept it. No way, that can’t happen!

Is Jiang Nian the devil?

Song Xiyun felt like slamming her head into him, isn’t this moral coercion?

No, how can he do this!

"I’ll take it! I’ll just pay you in installments at worst!" Song Xiyun said in the strongest tone possible, "I can pay it off slowly!"

Could it really be done while almost crying?

Would she return home with tears and start writing a repayment diary?

"Do whatever you want, but I won’t accept more than a yuan a day repayment." Jiang Nian handed her the walnut piggy bank, "I’ll take it as a done deal."

"There are one, two, three... seven, eight months left. Won’t I be paying until after the college entrance exams?" Song Xiyun was shocked, taking the piggy bank; installments were terrifying.

But it was indeed a beautiful walnut piggy bank.

"That’s one way to say it, indeed." Jiang Nian suddenly leaned in closer, playfully asking, "Sweet daughter, are you so eager to escape from dad? Hmm?"

"You... you, you, you!!" Song Xiyun staggered back four to five steps, bumping into the white wall, "Wha... what’s that supposed to mean?"

"Hmm?"

"Don’t play dumb! You just said something totally absurd!" Song Xiyun was somewhat frantic, "Like something a dark, creepy character would say in a TV drama!"

"Ah, now you’re crossing the line, watch out or I’ll have to send you a lawyer’s letter." Jiang Nian stretched lazily, "There’s a match this afternoon, I’m going back to the classroom to nap."

The corridor was dimly lit as the rolling shutter doors below were locked. Few people usually walked this way, especially with the sports event today and the extended lunch break.

The teaching building felt empty and quiet, with only a few rays of light filtering in through the windows.

Song Xiyun watched nervously as he took two steps on the stairs, then suddenly turned back. He seemed to be contemplating something important, looking down and asking.

"If I use two hundred yuan to threaten you now, can I do anything?"

"Die, you dark creep!"

After being scorned by a beautiful girl, Jiang Nian left, feeling content.

That’s the spirit.

Afternoon.

The men’s 3000-meter group competition for the senior year had so many participants that they were split into two groups for simultaneous running.

The groups weren’t divided by arts and science, nor by whether or not they were athletes. But to save the face of the academic elites, those with good stamina were grouped in the first batch.

Which meant... the athletes and students who usually performed well in PE were mainly assigned to the first batch. This ensured a good visual effect without compromising fairness, while also saving face for the second batch of students.

This also meant that once the first batch was finished, it was pretty much over for the second batch.

Of course, you couldn’t cater to everyone’s needs, and there were always one or two who weren’t so good at sports being included in the first batch.

"What!"

"There must be a mistake, I’m in the first group?"

Yu Tongjie looked at the group list in disbelief, his eyes glued to the paper. Until he saw his name next to Jiang Nian’s, both in the first group.

His hopes crushed, he slumped back into his seat in the rest area.

"How could this be?"

Damn it, he was going to get blown away by the athletes!

Imagining himself being lapped twice or three times, struggling like a dead dog on the track. His chest heavy as an old bellows, groaning like a zombie.

Damn, the image he’d worked so hard to build in front of Li Qingrong! All going down the drain!

He glanced up accidentally, hearing the classmates chatting about Jiang Nian. The keyword alert went off in his head, and he listened intently.

"Jiang Nian got first in long jump?"

"Really?"

"It’s true, I heard he did a summersault over and fell hard."

"Whoa, no way, putting himself at risk like that?"

Upon hearing it, Yu Tongjie recalled the image of Li Qingrong running alongside Jiang Nian.

For some reason, an absurd thought crept into his mind. No, it couldn’t be...

Pure-hearted Tongjie couldn’t take it, took a deep breath and mumbled.

"It’s nothing, I’m overthinking it."

"Looking so suspiciously wretched, pull yourself together. Li Qingrong is the class president, maybe there’s nothing to it, even if there is, so what?"

"She is the class president, it’s normal to think for the class as a whole, haha~"

In the shade.

Jiang Nian looked up confused, "Why are you here?"

"What? Aren’t you welcoming your teacher?" Qianbao, wearing a sports tracksuit, chatted with Jiang Nian while busy taking selfies, "Come, help your teacher take a picture."

"Teacher, I’m an athlete!" Jiang Nian couldn’t help but break into a laugh, "Why not have the referee take your picture, borrowing that starter gun for a pose?"

"So what if I did?" Qianbao launched a magic attack.

Darn, the state saved you! Luckily, this is a traditional school!

What about it? I have dirt on you! Immature teacher!

Reluctantly, Jiang Nian took the phone, and just after snapping a picture, the classmates flocked over. Surrounding the popular Qianbao, chatting away.

Zhang Ningzhi and Yao Beibei also came over from afar, but they didn’t look particularly happy.

Ha, maybe they didn’t sleep well at the milk tea shop.

Jiang Nian had a good nap for an hour and a half in the classroom at noon and even finished half a paper. The time seemed excessive, considering the match wasn’t until three in the afternoon.

Li Qingrong also came over, nothing particularly special about her attire.

The white skirt she wore in the morning was swapped for loose pants more suited for running. Yu Tongjie followed behind her, he was one of only two representing the class in the men’s 3000 meters, along with Jiang Nian.

As expected, Li Qingrong approached Jiang Nian directly. With little small talk, she dove into the topic of pacing during the run, reminding them to watch her position.

Pacing wasn’t about running the entire course, but assisting athletes with maintaining rhythm. This prevented being thrown off pace by someone malicious, starting too fast, and ending up exhausted and collapsing on the track.

The concept of rhythm is hard for novices to grasp unless they’re experienced runners. It’s mostly judged by gauging your speed against your opponent.

Li Qingrong was to serve as a reference for speed.

Yu Tongjie listened attentively, nodding frequently.

Jiang Nian suddenly looked up and asked, "President, if someone throws off my rhythm, will it be serious?"

Upon hearing this, Li Qingrong nodded.

"Yes, it’s troublesome. You might experience side stitches. At 3000 meters, it’s okay, but at 5000 meters or ten kilometers, it could lead to bloody urine. So it’s best not to be thrown off pace."

"Also, don’t take the lead and break the wind for everyone else."

"Got it, I understand." Jiang Nian nodded.

Li Qingrong frowned slightly, hesitant to speak again.

Did he really understand?

He seemed lost in thought most of the time while she was speaking... Oh well, she thought, she’ll bring it up after the match since he did get first this morning.

The athletes entered the field.

With a casual glance, Jiang Nian initially wanted to spot Li Qingrong’s location but found two other people among the watching crowd on the field. One was Song Xiyun.

A daughter cheering for her dad, that’s as it should be, nothing unusual there.

The other was Zhou Yuting.

She looked rather haggard, seemed like she had encountered something unpleasant, poor thing you are.

Pop the champagne! Pop the champagne!

"Jiang Nian!"

On the track, someone suddenly called his name.

Jiang Nian was momentarily stunned, standing on the track. A boy from a parallel class greeted him. It dawned on him that the boy used to be the class sports commissioner.

"You signed up for this too?"

"Yep, you can just follow me later." The commissioner said generously, "Must be tough with the Olympic class, you probably don’t have much time for practice."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian suddenly felt a bit guilty.

"Oh, oh, okay, thanks."

"Attention, all get ready to sign in!" The referee’s shout interrupted their conversation.

A few minutes later, all the senior boys made their ready positions for the 3000-meter race. Everyone’s expressions were tense, nervously awaiting the starting gunshot.

"Beeep—beep—beep!"

The sharp whistle pierced through the sports field, with the burly PE teacher yelling.

"On your marks! Ready~!"

"Bang!!"

The starter gun sounded deafening, releasing a puff of white smoke.

"Go!! Congratulations!!!"

From the moment the starter gun fired, the cheers around the sports field blared. The athletes’ names resounded in the air, and after half a lap, it turned into clarity.

"Jiang Nian! Go!!"

Hearing the calls while running on the inner track, Li Qingrong couldn’t help but glance over, her pupils suddenly widening.

Jiang Nian accelerated directly after half a lap, taking the lead and also bearing most of the wind resistance. What... what is he doing?

Sprinting shouldn’t be done at this point, should it?

The second-placed athlete clearly had experience, staying close behind Jiang Nian. He was using Jiang Nian as a windbreak, waiting for him to drain his energy after half a lap or a lap...

Suddenly, Jiang Nian accelerated again!

The crowd gasped in surprise again, and Li Qingrong stopped in her tracks. Jiang Nian’s sudden actions rendered her pacing support useless.

Standing in the middle of the field, she watched Jiang Nian repeatedly speed up and slow down, gradually pulling a gap and creating an empty space behind him. Some had already stopped after losing their rhythm.

Her mind echoed Jiang Nian’s question.

"President, if someone throws off my rhythm, will it be serious?"

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