Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance-Chapter 358 - 316: How did you know? No explanation.

Loving one person is hard to hide, but loving two people requires even more concealment.

Jiang Nian felt he didn’t need to hide anything.

He felt no guilt.

Besides, even if he wanted to, he couldn’t hide it.

He sighed deeply and continued to bury himself in his exercises. Time slipped away quickly through the sea of questions, flowing from the swift pen tips and the pages of books.

Oh my, the Moonlight over the Lotus Pond.

During the first self-study session in the evening, Lao Liu suddenly came in and glanced back at the study schedule.

"Is this Chinese self-study?"

"Yes." Someone replied.

Hearing this, Lao Liu walked to the podium, knocked on the multimedia desk, and said:

"Ahem, everyone pause for a moment, I want to emphasize something. The first round of review is coming to an end, you all need to pay attention to..."

In the next ten minutes, Lao Liu mentioned the end time of the first round of review.

He implied that the Six Cities mock exam at the end of the month would be based on the college entrance exam standards. The difficulty of the test paper is relatively high, roughly equivalent to the standard of the first mock exam.

Additionally, he brought up some class trivialities.

Finally, he suddenly brought up the topic of preventing early relationships, subtly hinting at the few young couples from the morning’s coming-of-age ceremony, with strong cautionary tones.

Jiang Nian touched his chin, thinking to himself that in terms of relationships, none of the four people he was interested in were mentioned by Lao Liu.

Case closed, he was a model student.

The classroom was brightly lit, as Lao Liu spoke on the podium and scanned the class with his eyes. Wherever he looked, those with secrets all lowered their heads.

Until he met Jiang Nian’s eyes, he was momentarily taken aback.

If it were a regular student, he could use a decline in exam scores as an excuse. If their score dropped, he would quickly move them to another group.

But this trick wouldn’t work here, such a headache.

Oh well, he thought, I’ll wait until his grades drop to speak with him.

Lao Liu sighed and gestured for Tao Ran to come over.

"Class rep, come up and play the news weekly."

Upon hearing this, the class suddenly fell silent. Then, a cheer erupted.

"Holy crap!! We’re watching TV!"

"Hurray!!"

"Lao Liu seems human today!"

The sudden "News Weekly" gave everyone a small breather. The lights were turned off, the curtains drawn, and the classroom door closed.

The unexpected lights-off annoyed a small group of people who were planning to study.

"Why turn off the lights? I don’t want to watch."

"Can’t they just turn off the front lights? Is it necessary to turn them all off?"

"If you want to do problems, then get out!"

"What did you just say?"

Lao Liu had already left, probably to the office for some tea. After all, he was no longer a high schooler, and not interested in the News Weekly.

The responsibility to resolve conflicts naturally fell on the class committee members.

The Holy Emperor sat quietly in the first row, alone in the bright room.

Vice Minister Cai Xiaoqing rubbed his temples and finally stood up in exasperation. He first halted the argument and then proposed a solution.

"We’ll turn off the lights in the front of the classroom, leaving the back ones on. Those who want to study can move a stool to the back, and those who want to watch the News Weekly can move to the front."

With his words, no one had any further objections.

So with a click, the lights in the front four rows turned off. On the podium, Minister of Rites Tao Ran calmly opened the multimedia system and searched for "Kemonomimi."

Halfway through typing, he realized this wasn’t his own computer, so he began deleting.

Luckily, he was typing in initials, and everyone in the class was busy arguing. No one noticed what happened on the multimedia; by the time they looked up, the News Weekly was already playing.

Those who had argued fiercely began, for the sake of saving face, to strut to the front with their chairs to watch the video.

Similarly, some in the front wanted to do exercises.

So they noisily moved to the back, but the aisle in the class was narrow. Only ten people moved, so the last row became prime space.

Then, Chen Yunyun arrived.

She didn’t bring a chair but sat directly in Li Hua’s seat.

As for that little... Li Hua had run to the front to watch the News Weekly, grumbling that it was too bright in the back and hard to see the video.

Jiang Nian glanced at Chen Yunyun, curious when he saw her with a test paper.

"When is the math test paper due?"

Chen Yunyun thought for a moment, "Next Monday, I think."

"Playing cute, are you?" Jiang Nian pointed.

"Huh?" She looked puzzled, but still quite happy, smiling as she said, "No need to pretend, I’m naturally quite..."

"Alright, self-praise is prohibited." Jiang Nian interrupted her.

The atmosphere was as usual, though Jiang Nian felt a bit of a chill down his back. He had a bad premonition, but looking around, he found nothing.

Zhang Ningzhi was quietly focused on her assignments, writing very seriously.

Seeing this, Jiang Nian felt reassured.

"Where were we just now?"

The two talked about ordinary topics, as normal as could be.

"Pimples." Chen Yunyun responded.

Hearing this, Jiang Nian looked at her clear, delicate skin, not quite believing it.

"You get pimples?"

He had a pimple-proof constitution and didn’t need to deliberately avoid anything.

Perhaps it was because his diet hadn’t changed since he was young, coupled with his love for sports and physical vitality.

Most people get pimples probably due to a surge in hormones during puberty, accompanied by oily, salty diets, and staying up late like night owls.

Leading to oily skin, anxiety hair loss, declining grades, and thus adolescent years slipping by.

Like... Xu Qianqian and Song Xiyun, both pretty with good grades and no pimples, owed half to their natural beauty and half to good habits since childhood.

For instance, Xu Qianqian’s feet were fair and tender, with hardly any smell.

On one hand, it was because she didn’t sweat much, and on the other, even as a little girl, she regularly used body wash on her feet during baths.

Plus soaking her feet in hot water every day, then drying them meticulously with a towel.

What? How did Jiang Nian know this?

Not telling.

"Not me, it’s the girl who helps me with makeup." Chen Yunyun said, "I wanted to thank her somehow and planned to give her some acne masks."

"That might not be good, isn’t that like reminding her?" Jiang Nian said.

"Oh, then I’ll change it."

The evening self-study passed in a blink.

Before school ended, Jiang Nian tried to pinch Zhang Ningzhi’s hand but failed.

He didn’t mind, whistling as he left.

Failure is the mother of success, if not today, then tomorrow. Eventually... Water can pierce stone, Zhizhi can’t stay tough for long.

Passing by the front of the classroom, Jiang Nian habitually turned to look inside.

Just in time to meet eyes with Li Qingrong who was packing her bag, their gaze exchanged briefly. As he walked towards the corridor, he reminded himself tomorrow was the weekend.

Weekend meant changing seats... sitting front and back with the Holy Emperor.

On the third floor, Jiang Nian and Xu Qianqian exchanged a glance on the stairs. Then they followed the crowd down and met up downstairs.

"Phew, today is finally over." Xu Qianqian said, exhaling a breath at the grey sky after descending.

"Why?" Jiang Nian asked.

"Nothing much, just thinking about what to do with the afternoon off tomorrow." Xu Qianqian said.

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