Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance-Chapter 346 - 304 Trouble Comes Knocking

On the way home, the three of them walked together.

It felt a bit strange.

Song Xiyun, the only girl, had an uneasy expression on her face.

She walked on the innermost side of the road, holding Xu Qianqian’s hand tightly. Not sure what she was nervous about, but she still felt somewhat awkward when seeing Jiang Nian.

Originally, she hadn’t planned to sleep over at Xu Qianqian’s house.

However... Xu Qianqian said she had a closet full of dresses to try on.

And thinking about tomorrow being Saturday, her mom would go to work early. If she arrived early, she’d have to wait for Xu Qianqian in the classroom to change clothes together.

But, most of all, it was because of the closet full of dresses.

The temptation was just too hard to resist.

Jiang Nian was only surprised for a moment at first, but since their plans had nothing to do with him, he didn’t pay much attention.

As he walked, he fiddled with his phone, replied to two messages, and then asked,

"Here’s the question, bro."

"Speak." Xu Qianqian raised an eyebrow.

Jiang Nian asked, "Mr. Xu and Song, what do you want to eat?"

"I don’t know, anything will do."

"Then I’ll see what’s left in the roadside trash can and fumble out something decent for you."

"Go to hell!" Xu Qianqian gave him a push.

Song Xiyun couldn’t help but feel a bit confused. Do they communicate like this every day?

Her mind was a bit foggy, unable to keep up with their pace of conversation. She simply lowered her head in silence while they talked, occasionally responding to Xu Qianqian.

The night market street, lights alternatively bright and dim, lined both sides of the road.

"Initially, there were only a few snack carts here."

"So why the increase later?" Song Xiyun asked softly.

"Good question, I have no idea either," Jiang Nian said.

He picked up a pair of disposable chopsticks, pressed them on the folding table, and the plastic wrap snapped, revealing a pair of slender bamboo chopsticks.

"Where there’s money to be made, people will gather. It might be because there’s a new relocation community nearby or it’s related to senior year students."

The barbecue stand was crowded, and the three sitting together attracted quite a few glances from students having late-night snacks.

The two girls had fair skin, dressed in light colors. They chatted lively, their brows like distant mountains, their eyes spirited, exuding a youthful charm that was hard to look away from.

The guy was also good-looking, at least until he pulled out an exam paper.

"What are you doing?" Xu Qianqian asked.

"Can’t you see?" Jiang Nian, waiting for the barbecue, was doing his biology paper and turned to Xu Qianqian, "Does my hard work offend you?"

"No, but you’re bothering Xiyun."

"Huh? What’s this got to do with me?" Song Xiyun murmured with a smile, "This biology paper seems like it was printed by the school. Is it a new one?"

For her, youth felt more like a continuous drizzle.

If it were just her and Xu Qianqian, they wouldn’t stay so late at a stall, nor would there be so much fun.

Jiang Nian’s presence perfectly filled that gap, adding a splash of color.

In some sense, it was also thanks to Jiang Nian that the first family crisis was resolved, and she got herself a new piggy bank.

And Jiang Nian, seemed to ask for nothing in return.

Whether it was the stubborn debt he set or the void "work" of copying English homework.

In the end, due to various reasons, they all ended inconclusively.

"Probably, different teachers give different papers." Jiang Nian responded vaguely, not mentioning that it was an exclusive version, as it wouldn’t be appropriate.

"Why show off at this time? Go on and do your homework then." Xu Qianqian chuckled, dismissing him and started eating the barbecue dish that was served.

The three continued eating and chatting, with Jiang Nian focusing on his homework and speaking less. It was mainly the two girls chatting about the content for tomorrow’s coming-of-age ceremony.

"Xiyun, do you think anyone will wear something outrageous tomorrow?"

"Probably quite a few... I heard that last year there was a guy dressed as Ultraman and a senior wore a burgundy evening gown, which was particularly stunning."

"Really?" Xu Qianqian’s eyes brightened, curious to ask, "Was she an art student, and then went to the Communication University?"

"Stayed back for another year."

"Oh... that’s not bad. It must be to aim for the Communication University."

Jiang Nian listened to their conversation and couldn’t help but smile.

Defining others’ majors, huh?

He had also heard of that legendary senior in the red dress. Rumor had it she had a great figure and returned after failing the college entrance exams to repeat a year at a different campus.

But it wasn’t important; the term "repeating a year" felt particularly distant from him.

Occasionally, he would encounter repeat students in school, relegated seemingly as if exiled, having classes in an old teaching building not far from the senior year building.

The building’s corridors were in shadow, and the only sunlit corridor was barred with steel.

The second floor of that building was a reading room, and the third was a psychological counseling room. On the fourth and fifth floors above the counseling room, there were about twelve repeat classes.

Four arts classes, and eight science classes.

The arts classes were located at the sunlit end of the corridor. Perhaps to prevent female arts students from getting depressed, the leadership had given them the sunny corridor as a privilege.

In the building where Jiang Nian’s family lived, the son of one neighbor was repeating a year there.

As he recalled, the boy wore black-framed glasses and was rather introverted and shy. He liked wearing some anime-themed clothes, a clear depiction of a homebody.

Jiang Nian was in his first year of high school when the other boy already took the college entrance exams. Now, Jiang Nian was a senior, and the boy was preparing for his second repeat. If nothing went wrong, they’d graduate together next year.

Li Hongmei once joked about the graduation banquet and joked that next year the two families would exchange gifts, so he remembered it vividly.

What does this have to do with repeating a year?

Because Lin Dong had once sent Jiang Nian a photo of the sixth floor of a rental near the teachers’ dormitory opposed to the boys’ dormitory, where a girl didn’t like wearing clothes after showering.

She enjoyed walking around unclothed in front of the boys’ dormitory, playing Crossfire online.

Gradually, Jiang Nian got a vague, bold impression of repeat students. True warriors dare to confront the abstract art of life.

.....

The electric bike’s tires zipped across the dry road, heading toward the bustling night market.

"Damn it, don’t let me know which idiot blocked my keyhole!" Zhang Xiaofan ground his teeth, his roar dissipating in the night wind.

At that moment, the burly senior year sports team member riding the bike couldn’t help but advise Zhang Xiaofan, sitting behind him.

"Dude, there’s no surveillance there."

With a smack, Zhang Xiaofan hit the back of the rider’s head.

"Who needs you to say that! Of course, I know!"

The big guy yelped in pain and tucked his neck in but dared not retort. The over-a-thousand-yuan sneakers he wore were given by Zhang Xiaofan on his birthday.

And this electric bike was a gift from Zhang Xiaofan, accumulating from many small red packets and some pocket money to buy.

Apart from his unpredictable temper and tendency to hit people, the wealthy brother had no other faults.

After all... Brother Fan was generous with his money.

So he didn’t mind being Zhang Xiaofan’s lackey. On the contrary, because he both fawned over and took hits from him, he stood out among all the lackeys.

The only one who could compete with him was Zeng Yunde, the chief strategist under Brother Fan.

"Bro, calm down."

"Calm my ass!" The more Zhang Xiaofan thought about it, the angrier he got, involuntarily smacking the big guy several times on the head, each hit heavier than the last.

Unexpectedly, it happened.

The bike’s front wheel suddenly veered, and the electric bike began death wobbles.

"Holy shit!" Zhang Xiaofan turned pale.

The big guy was equally frightened, his face flushed. Gripping the handlebars tightly, he tried his best to control the electric bike to prevent a crash and dared not hit the brakes.

With a thud, the bike crashed into a tree.

Both, due to inertia, fell onto the roadside, fortunately decelerated before the collision. So neither was injured and quickly got up.

Zhang Xiaofan first checked his trousers, noticing they’d been torn at the knees.

The big guy immediately got up, not even checking himself or the bike, but rushed over to check the tree, deeming it more valuable than his own life.

"Phew, thank goodness, Grandfather Tree isn’t scratched."

"You idiot, what are you mumbling about?" Zhang Xiaofan impatiently said but didn’t scold further since he was the cause of the accident.

After some thought, he said,

"I will transfer you some money to repair the bike later, just fix what’s broken."

Upon hearing this, the big guy beamed with joy. The bike wasn’t really damaged much, and just by finding some repair videos online, he could fix it himself.

A little refurbishment would do, and the rest of the bike repair money was extra income.

The old man often said he was a squanderer, only spending the family’s money. But he didn’t know that even going to school, I wasn’t just not spending money; I could also make some.

Pocket money can be taken or not; I just need Brother Fan.

Whether the old man spends all his money on that widow or not, it has nothing to do with me. As soon as I graduate, I’ll leave Zhen Nan.

Cao Yang grinned, nodding and bowing.

"Alright, Brother Fan."

Zhang Xiaofan didn’t linger on the topic, turning his gaze toward the distant snack street.

"Pah!"

He spat on the ground, cursing and muttering.

"Damn it, what a rotten night. Must be some petty saboteur cursing me. I better not find that bastard; let’s have a snack first."

Cao Yang immediately followed, thinking they would have snacks again.

"Absolutely right, bro, I’ll back you up."

The two limped toward the snack stand, directly heading to the most popular barbecue stand. From a distance, amidst the numerous small tables, they spotted someone familiar.

"Brother Fan, isn’t that Jiang Nian?" Cao Yang blurted out, "What the hell, why is he having snacks with two beautiful girls?"

"Damn! Bastard!" Zhang Xiaofan cursed loudly.

The hardest thing for anyone to accept is disparity. He had a fruitless night; first being rejected by Zhou Yuting, then the blocked keyhole, and then a bike accident.

Meanwhile, his arch-nemesis was enjoying a barbecue with two stunning girls!

"Let’s go! Check it out." Unable to swallow the bitter pill, Zhang Xiaofan still remembered the humiliation from having his shoes stepped on tonight—it was his favorite pair of AJs.

Nearly three thousand worth of shoes, stepped twice.

Death before dishonor; this debt must be settled!

Jiang Nian saw they were nearly done eating and was about to ask if the girls were ready to leave. When he looked up, he saw Zhang Xiaofan rushing over aggressively with someone.

Just... why do they look like they were beaten?

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