Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance-Chapter 338 - 298 [Thanks to the Alliance Leader Jingbian Wutong for the Reward] Is Li Qingrong the Great Demon King of Second Middle School too?

Chapter 338: Chapter 298 [Thanks to the Alliance Leader Jingbian Wutong for the Reward] Is Li Qingrong the Great Demon King of Second Middle School too?

So, have you contributed anything to Olympic Competition Class 4?

Even a negative contribution counts.

Probably something, maybe a few tens of points.

"What if someone from another class impersonates your class and gets points deducted?" Jiang Nian couldn’t help but ask, voicing a long-standing doubt.

"I don’t know, ever since we changed homeroom teachers, they hardly manage anything." Qianqian’s ponytail swings back and forth, and her voice gradually solidifies.

"Maybe...she’s just looking for an excuse to explode."

Hearing this, Jiang Nian let out an "oh," forming his own judgment.

Due to withholding money, she simply didn’t want to manage class affairs, so she governed with a heavy hand. A one-size-fits-all approach, always having a reason to explode.

"Isn’t it unnecessary to hold class after hours for that?"

"It’s intentional." Qianqian said without much emotion, tightening the straps of her backpack, "There’s a lot of dissent in the class; there’ll probably be more quarrels later."

"Are they setting up a new Class 4?" Jiang Nian asked.

"What are you talking about? Absolutely not." Qianqian, understanding the school club joke, replied, "I don’t really care, whoever wins is fine, as long as we don’t stay after hours."

Jiang Nian laughed, "I’ll choose Deng Bo, he gets downstairs faster."

Qianqian turned her head with a mischievous tone, "I don’t like that homeroom teacher either. I want to see them argue."

Alright, alright, none of you are good people.

This way, it wouldn’t seem like only I am bad.

Since neither of them were hungry, they didn’t stop for a late-night snack on the way. Instead, they strolled leisurely home along familiar paths.

"What are you wearing for your coming-of-age ceremony the day after tomorrow?"

"Probably a JK skirt, just so it doesn’t go to waste." Qianqian turned her head, seeing his smile, she couldn’t help but get annoyed, "What are you thinking?"

"Nothing, I just figured your wardrobe is full of JK skirts, and you’re finally wearing one now." Jiang Nian grinned, "Hey, why not wear the one I gave you?"

"Get lost."

Jiang Nian casually asked, "Is Song Xiyun wearing the same as you?"

"Of course, otherwise how would I have the courage to wear it." She said, "I’ll look for it when I get back. The skirt goes below the knee, so hopefully, no one keeps staring."

Qianqian is tough at home, but a bit timid outside.

Aren’t JK skirts supposed to be uniformly thirty-three centimeters? They’re small and cute. It’s not like that; only Jiang Nian’s TikTok shows super short ones.

In reality, encountering a short JK skirt is a challenging thing.

For example, the skirts Qianqian has in her wardrobe are mostly affordable JKs. Some might not even be authentic, just collected for fun.

Have to admit, it’s a pretty nice hobby.

Song Xiyun naturally follows Qianqian in wearing them. Knee-length JK skirts can barely pass, and high school remains conservative. freёnovelkiss.com

Back home.

Jiang Nian sent Qianqian a WeChat message, "Need a rehearsal audience? Send me a look."

Qianqian: "[Image]."

She really did send it, since she would have to wear it the day after tomorrow anyway. No need to hide, and she actually hoped for compliments.

It was a typical "good student JK" photo.

Taken in front of a full-length mirror, wearing a blue shirt and gray vest on top. The pleated skirt went below the knees, complementing Qianqian’s long legs.

The photo ended at the neck, not showing the face.

Even without seeing the face, the photo’s subject seemed quite restrained. Or rather anxious, waiting for the person viewing the photo to give positive feedback.

Jiang Nian finished looking and praised directly.

"Looks good, everything looks great, looking forward to seeing the knee-high socks."

With a swoosh, Qianqian replied.

"Really?"

"Will it be too strange, I’m still hesitating about whether to wear something else. After all, it’s a Chinese campus, and if it looks out of place, it’ll be over."

Jiang Nian thought for a moment and gave her a suggestion.

"You can prepare two outfits and see what others are wearing tomorrow. Or check it out the morning after, and if it’s all chaos, then wear it."

Qianqian quickly accepted this compromise and replied with a single word.

"Sure."

That evening, after washing up, Jiang Nian lay in bed looking at the photo. Suddenly curious about how Qianqian looked youthful, he wondered about Xiao Song.

He slowly closed his eyes, thinking of the simulation snippet he saw a few days ago from the system.

So, following the normal timeline.

Song Xiyun would attend the same school, a mediocre second-tier university, with him.

Perhaps due to knowing Qianqian, their common link. Or as strangers in a strange place, locals comforting each other.

Ultimately, they ended up together, experiencing a carefree university life.

So, the question arises, what caused the breakup?

The last time he looked at his twenty-eight-year-old memories with Zhang Ningzhi, they also broke up for some reasons. But the family reason was just a guess; the specific reason was unknown.

Damn, does a guy’s romantic experience have to be so complicated?

Was it all because of poor grades?

Failing to seize the chance to move up, and then missing out on Zhang Ningzhi in high school. Connected with Song Xiyun in college, only to break up and meet Zhang Ningzhi again.

But they broke up due to personal reasons?

That’s really messed up; doesn’t the internet say that life has a high margin of error?

Isn’t life supposed to be about experiences and living? Why does it feel like I’m not experiencing happiness...though no one mentioned suffering or enjoying wealth.

Does the margin of error depend on the IP?

Jiang Nian sighed deeply, knowing his parents could barely cover him with a safety net of a million. That was their entire savings, all gone in one night if spent.

His life path had already changed, eliminating the need for a hefty dowry.

What about their life paths?

The points Jiang Nian cared about were just a few: Zhizhi’s parents...Song Xiyun’s grades, and whether he’d ever dated Qianqian? It’s a little terrifying.

And the ex-wife...

From marriage to divorce, had he talked with Qianqian?

In the past, Jiang Nian would have patted his chest and guaranteed no way, absolutely impossible! What did they think of me, a womanizer?

Now, he’s genuinely unsure, given it seemed like something he would do.

Always struggling, yet relationships keep coming?

Honestly, Jiang Nian suddenly wanted to find someone to ask about his destiny.

As he was pondering.

Buzz, his phone vibrated with a new message.

He casually picked it up and saw it was from the super cute deskmate, Zhang Ningzhi.

"[Image] Does gifting a cup imply something bad?"

Jiang Nian glanced at the message, nodding in agreement. Inwardly noting that according to the simulated destiny line, their ending was indeed just average.

But the worst outcome was just breaking up, which wasn’t too bad.

He pondered and replied.

"A whole set is called a tragedy, a single one is just a cup. Don’t overthink it; it’s just a token, plus handing it directly isn’t ’gifting’."

Zhang Ningzhi: "...Okay."

"See you tomorrow (cute)."

Jiang Nian typed and replied, "Yeah, see you tomorrow. [Dragon Picture]"

Zhang Ningzhi: "Your emoji is so ugly."

"That’s my taste, share a couple of nicer emoji with me." Jiang Nian thought, intending to swipe a couple of normal ones for the class president.

Soon enough, Zhang Ningzhi sent over seven or eight cute ones.

Jiang Nian: "Stolen, stolen."

Zhang Ningzhi: "Hmph."

The chat ended there.

Jiang Nian glanced at the time, ready to roll over and sleep. The system made a ding, and the task panel instantly unfolded.

[Congratulations, you’ve initially completed the reconnection task with Qing Mei, your ex-girlfriend. Reward: one-time arbitrary shopping right, shopping fund 30,000.

A mature sense of clothing is a man... (blah blah blah).]

He gave it a glance, not bothering to raise an eyebrow.

Seeing that this shitty benefit didn’t obligate the money to be spent on himself, he opened his phone and started picking clothes, shoes, and hats for his parents.

Mature clothing taste, well, his parents are quite mature.

The shopping list, three thousand and one hundred. Payment was immediate, the phone beeped indicating the deduction, and beep, the system shopping fund was received.

Have to admit, getting stuff for free feels great.

After completing the system task, Jiang Nian didn’t give it much attention, just lay down directly on his bed.

Click, the light went off.

In the dark, the phone buzzed again.

Jiang Nian’s eyes sprang open; at this time... that classic single-message start. No mistake, it had to be a message from the class president.

No, bro, are you really going to be lured in?

Crafty woman.

He sneakily reached for his phone, held his breath, and glanced at the message.

Li Qingrong: "Awake?"

No, no, all sleepiness vanished.

"No, what’s up?"

Li Qingrong honestly replied, "Wanted to chat with you."

Jiang Nian curled up in bed, transforming into a swoop in a second.

No way...does one just directly say they’re looking for someone to chat with?

Damn, the class president is too cute.

Could it be that this lovability is a crafty woman’s way of fishing for swoops? It can’t be ruled out entirely; after all, there’s some willing fish now.

In response, Jiang Nian coughed, maintaining enough composure.

"Can’t sleep?"

"Yeah."

"Why?" Jiang Nian typed and asked.

Everyone has a specific reason for insomnia, whether physical or something weighing on their mind.

Like when a guy stumbles across some mysterious website and discovers a favorite category with six hundred pages! No duplicates, all premium!

Holy crab!

Forget sleeping all night, clicking through page by page until he passes out.

If he wakes up in the morning to find the curtains pulled open, window open for ventilation, pants pulled on, and the tissues by the bed vanished.

Then...don’t ask too many questions, better sleep again.

Meanwhile.

Li Qingrong leaned against the bedhead, with only a dim bedside lamp left in the room.

"Thinking about what to chat about."

Soon, Jiang Nian’s message popped up.

"Anything’s fine; were you from Number One Middle School before?"

Li Qingrong hesitated for a moment, then typed back.

"Number Two Middle School."

"What a coincidence, I was also from Number Two Middle School." Jiang Nian replied with more words, "That place was really not great, the people weren’t great and the roads weren’t great, pretty chaotic."

Jiang Nian flipped around in bed, holding his phone, noticed the class president only replied with one word.

"Yeah."

He instantly felt something strange, as if the class president wasn’t interested in her Number Two Middle School alma mater at all. But then, that place was notoriously trashy.

A girl like the class president probably hated Number Two Middle School back then. That’s why she worked so hard, gradually becoming Zhenan Middle School’s twelfth-grade Great Demon King.

Truly inspiring, just like me.

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