Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 89 - 88: Weekly Test, The Class President is Next Door_2

Chapter 89: Chapter 88: Weekly Test, The Class President is Next Door_2

The evening reading subject is biology. Li Qingrong held a biology book during the evening reading. He just glanced at them, then his gaze returned to the pages of the book, like a still ancient well.

After the evening reading ended, everyone in the class cleared their desk of books.

The Chinese class representative and academic committee member went to the office to get the test papers, arranging everyone to sit according to their student numbers, from the door backward. It formed a long snake-like line; these were the exam seats.

"Everyone remember your position, weekly tests will be arranged like this from now on," the academic committee member, Tao Ran, announced loudly, "Switching seats is not allowed, doing so will result in disqualification."

The three new students took over the student numbers of the three who moved to lower classes.

Zhang Ningzhi took over number 13, which didn’t sound too auspicious. But this is the Huaxia Ancient Civilization, don’t let those little Westerners taint it, only the number 4 is considered unlucky here.

Everything else is fine.

Jiang Nian took over number 28, fixed in the middle group. Yu Tongjie took over number 52, forced to shrink in the back by the water dispenser to write his papers.

When changing seats, Jiang Nian turned around and saw the classmate at number 34 next to him.

"Class president?"

"Hmm," Li Qingrong nodded.

The classroom was noisy, with stuffy air. Long fluorescent tubes brightly lit every corner of the room. Some people were messaging on their phones, others listening to music with headphones.

Absurdly, someone was using a pen core to dig holes in the wall!

Whoa, Li Hua?

This darn kid, must have been hit dumb by an Aruba.

The Olympic class is like this, with lax management.

Lao Liu once said during a class meeting that the reason the school adopts a class streaming system is due to different expectations for each class level.

The expectation for priority classes is to keep them from going astray, and hopefully push them into college.

The expectation for parallel classes is to aim for university, at least a second-rate one.

But for the Olympic class and above, expectations are different. A regular top-tier college is the basic goal, an older top-tier college is ordinary, but a "Double First-Class" is the real target, with a key college being the stretch goal.

Programs and universities in high demand are the ideal; Qingbei is the dream.

Lao Liu has always been this persuasive, though in reality, based on past data, not many in the Olympic class actually make it to a "Double First-Class" university, roughly one third.

Most end up in regular top-tier universities, with a few unlucky ones occasionally landing in second-rate universities.

Jiang Nian was aware of this, having overheard during Lao Liu’s chats with other class teachers in the office.

But others in the class didn’t know.

With the pressure in senior year high, Lao Liu intentionally built up a sense of pride among them, as if joining this class inherently set them apart from other students, targeting key colleges with the direct aim of Qingbei.

Seventeen- or eighteen-year-olds love to show off, having never encountered such tactics from Lao Liu.

With intense pressure in senior year, class 403 faces even more intense pressure. Lao Liu truly exercised his brain for that bonus. On one hand, he builds pride; on the other, emphasizes performance.

He grants some privileges to those with good results while encouraging the ambitious to study their lives away.

This also leads to a very peculiar phenomenon in class 403: firstly, the overall results in the Olympic class are at the top. Secondly, everyone loves to show off a bit, with each academic prodigy having some eccentricity.

Listening to music, pretending to be deep, liking niche things, telling dirty jokes, being abstract, foul-mouthed, from Nantong, aloof, dating, being a simp, fishing.

You can only see the tip of the iceberg; everyone in the class is a character, like the Immortals crossing the sea showcasing their abilities.

Lao Liu, you’re damn clever!

The evening self-study bell rings, and the weekly Chinese test begins.

Jiang Nian looked up again after two hours, stopping his pen not because he was finished, but because he didn’t want to write more. The essay had to be 800 words, and he stopped once it reached the line.

Filled out somewhat vaguely, feeling nothing.

With half an hour left until the exam ends, he felt bored and wanted to take out his phone. But it’s a sensitive time slot with the grade leader patrolling outside the door.

Plus, there’s the class president right beside him.

Come to think of it, high school in the county is quite dull, especially the Olympic class. It’s nothing like the turbulent school novels, no fights or campus bullies, nor gangsters outside.

In reality, "Bro, do you smoke? So cool, so cool."

No spring or autumn outings, no special beach programs, no museum, nature, or aquarium visits. Frankly speaking, there isn’t even a library in the county, only mountains of books and a sea of exercises.

Only milk tea shops, rental rooms, riverside parks, and hiking, with student topics always revolving around dorms, studies, love, running exercises, self-study, and vacations.

Though fights aren’t entirely absent, they happen when you bump into those dumb folks.

Like Zhou Yuting’s stinky clique, indulging in melancholic youth literature, fooling around like fishing for emotions. And that idiot Liu Feipeng too, always playing with his damn youth courtyard literature.

Keeping away from bad people was the best choice he ever made.

Hmm? Sarcastic talk?

So what, I’m even more sarcastic.

He was lost in thought.

The neighboring Li Qingrong caught his attention; the class president also seemed finished. She put away her pen, staring intently at the Chinese test paper to check it.

Jiang Nian rested his head on his hand, watching her profile.

If the class president turned to question him, Jiang Nian would answer he was looking past her out the window.

Li Qingrong seemed not to notice, her cool eyes continuously focused on the test paper. She turned the page every few minutes, looking for a long time, while Jiang Nian shifted positions to keep watching.

Rip.

A small tearing sound grabbed Jiang Nian’s attention; he leaned closer for a look, kindly reminding her.

"Class president, your test paper is torn."

Li Qingrong turned, glanced at him, and made a sound of acknowledgment.

With twenty minutes left before handing in the papers, some students were already done. With no invigilator on the platform, more and more people started chatting.

Chinese class representative Tao Ran shouted for quiet; the classroom went silent for a few minutes. After that, the buzz of conversations gradually rose and then filled the room.

Jiang Nian mingled in the noisy sounds, turning to Li Qingrong, and complimented her.

"Class president, did you change your hair tie again?"

Under the light, Li Qingrong was checking ancient poetry appreciation, slightly creasing the test paper under her thumb, which then quickly smoothed out again.

"Hmm."

Some habits Jiang Nian had were brought from his first and second year, mixed in an unhealthy distorted circle, learning many useless trash skills.

For instance, complimenting people, just catching on details to praise would be sufficient. Praising from small details to the whole, using small things to see the big picture was the most commonly used method, not hard for him.

"White cream bubble hair tie, it suits you well, class president." Jiang Nian was really bored, not in his seat, nor able to play with his phone, so he chatted to pass the time.

Unfortunately, the class president ignored him.

As expected of a class officer, she doesn’t talk during self-study, setting an example.

Failing at chatting, he started twirling his pen, tapping it. After a few drops, the paper collection time finally arrived.

Chinese class representative Tao Ran got up, walked to the podium, and instructed for test papers to be passed forward. People got up with a rustle, returning to their original seats.

As he passed by Li Qingrong, he seemed to hear a distinct "thank you."

"Hmm?"

Jiang Nian was stunned for a few seconds, then saw Li Qingrong already walking away. He thought to himself how principled the class president was; she adhered so strictly to the rules that she only said thank you after class ended.

Back at his seat, the evening self-study only had twenty minutes left, almost time for dismissal.

Zhang Ningzhi seemed to be making up some homework, lying on the desk writing and drawing.

Jiang Nian had finished all his homework, some even done by hired help, and he contentedly rested on the desk. The girl at the adjacent desk saw him laying there and puffed out her cheeks.

The bell rang, and Lin Dong eagerly pulled out his phone to reply to messages.

To his surprise, Yaoyao turned out to be an art student.

Whoa, art students are rare; this time I have to seize the opportunity! Add Yaoyao to my archive of achievements, where I keep my online dating photos.

He!

Wants to establish a Heroic Spirit Hall for online romance!

Real-life relationships can wait; this art student is exceptionally rare. If he could have her join his Heroic Spirit Hall, there would be no sorrow or joy left in his life.

Liuli?

The dark-skinned Liuli is out of the question; Lin Dong had already exiled her to no man’s land. To be cautious, afterward, he even hired a first-year student to check it out at B203 for him.

To be safe, he observed from a distance, watching the first-year student being hugged tightly by the dark-skinned Liuli, unable to move, pushed directly against the wall by her weight.

The dark-skinned one howled like a ghost, yelling "Shen Cong" (Lin Dong’s alias), smearing snot and tears all over the boy; no one could pull them apart.

Alas, a pitiful sight.

That student’s look of terror and despair is unforgettable for Lin Dong to this day.

Lin Dong was thankful he didn’t go firsthand to scout naturally, or it would’ve been him who was left with psychological scars. Out of guilt, he voluntarily added ten yuan to the boy’s errand fee afterward.

However, the boy cursed too harshly after taking the money, Lin Dong couldn’t handle it and blocked him right away.

So, as for the dark-skinned Liuli, she’s not even fit to touch his Heroic Spirit Hall.

Bzz bzz, Yaoyao replied to the message.

"(Hehe) What kind of movies do you like?"

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