Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance-Chapter 367 - 324 Xu: He’s not going to use himself as casting material, is he?

Chapter 367: Chapter 324 Xu: He’s not going to use himself as casting material, is he?

After the evening self-study session.

As Jiang Nian stepped out of the classroom ready to go home, the system panel suddenly popped up.

[At thirty-eight, you flew to the city where Song Xiyun lives. It’s also the city where you attended college, South City.

After reuniting, she was wearing a mask, her tone indifferent. You noticed she would cough intermittently, unlike the flu.

Your years of working like a trooper made you notice quickly. Song Xiyun didn’t have the marks from long-term working, seeming mentally exhausted.

Her clothes were clean, but they were old styles from a few years ago.

Task: Have a pleasant date with Song Xiyun. Reward: Skill: Validation (refreshes every three days)]

Before reaching the third floor, Jiang Nian had already read through all the information on the panel, somewhat thoughtful.

The system was becoming more humanized, immersing him in the perspective of middle-aged him at thirty-eight.

Around the time of the date with Song Xiyun, the system had revealed all the information. Afraid the host might miss some details, it kept hinting strongly.

Jiang Nian, as an audience member.

Looking across the long river of twenty years, peering at the scene of a future reunion.

Seeing even less, obtaining information... was relatively more incomplete.

Probably could only speculate from the reason for his breakup with Song Xiyun in university and Song Xiyun’s state during the date.

Illness?

A chronic illness requiring a lot of money, and it had become uncontrollable twenty years later.

There was an immediate meeting, suggesting no marital status. The financial situation wasn’t good, already too ill to work and maintain balance.

Half-working, half-ill, a pill patient.

Plus, South City didn’t have any universities directly under the State Council, and neither had good enough grades. They only got into a second-rate university, graduating as poor students.

Money.

Back to the crux of the problem, no money.

But those were just his speculations, the exact situation still required getting the Memory Fragments, probably as the next task reward.

Reaching the third floor.

After exchanging glances with Xu Qianqian, Jiang Nian tacitly walked towards the stairs. Song Xiyun was not seen, probably having left early.

He didn’t really care about the date task.

A simple meal in the cafeteria or outside could count as a date, but the difficulty was that Xiao Song and Mr. Xu were inseparable.

He needed to find a suitable reason to complete the task.

Additionally, the skill reward: Validation.

No description whatsoever, following the principle that the fewer the words, the stronger the skill. With a three-day cooldown after one use, it seemed incredibly powerful.

Using it once cools down for three days, if not seen clearly, thought it was using for three days cooldown once.

What kind of intermediate weapon is this!

Though the skill reward hadn’t been received, Jiang Nian could reasonably speculate this should be a fairly applicable... conceptual skill.

Perhaps a type of minor superpower, though just a concept... not as overpowered as [Accuracy].

For example, although he didn’t understand games, he could use accuracy to get into the LPL tournament, becoming LPL’s most promising year.

Or simply apply to Harbin Institute of Technology and manually build aircraft carriers.

Of course, whether Harbin Institute of Technology would want him, a low-score kid, was another matter. Accurate, but not completely accurate.

For instance, repeating high-precision work, occasionally messing up.

All in all, Jiang Nian was very interested in this non-absolute concept of verification ability, first response being to speculate the system motive.

The second response was... could it verify lies?

Conan would definitely love this skill, first reasoning based on evidence. Then asking someone to verify, catching the culprit.

Exiting the school gate, on the way home.

Jiang Nian mostly remained silent along the way, piquing Xu Qianqian’s curiosity. She couldn’t help but turn to glance at him several times.

Finally, she couldn’t resist asking.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing much, I was thinking if I got into 610, where should I start licking from." Jiang Nian said calmly, uttering something immensely down-to-earth.

Hearing this, Xu Qianqian got goosebumps all over.

"Are you in heat?"

"Hey, funny you should say that." Jiang Nian pondered, "Xu Qianqian, are there animals that go into heat in the winter?"

Xu Qianqian pursed her lips, correcting him.

"Those are called beasts."

"Although I know you’re not talking about me, a friend of mine isn’t comfortable." Jiang Nian pointed at her, giving a Husky warning.

"How do you know I’m not talking about you?" Xu Qianqian retorted.

Under the streetlight, Jiang Nian stopped walking.

"You know, there are many people in this world with the same name."

"ID number is xxxxxx"

"Chased to death, Mr. Xu." Jiang Nian turned to Xu Qianqian, her side face pale, skin moist and smooth.

Slurp slurp.

Really wanted to have a lick.

But Jiang Nian was purely appreciating the beauty, without any intentions of opening a supermarket.

Emphasizing one thing, respect for friendship.

"Why do you look at me so weirdly?" Xu Qianqian frowned, glanced doubtfully at him, thinking what a little Chu Nan.

Ha, really?

Just a couple more glances, and he couldn’t hold back, the power of puberty is truly strong huh.

But to talk seriously, I heard some boys during puberty would do some handiwork imagining someone.

Jiang Nian wouldn’t be...

If it’s not me, then who would it be?

Zhou Yuting?

"Nothing, I just feel a bit unnatural in front of overly beautiful girls." Jiang Nian borrowed the gentle words of a male protagonist from a fan drama.

[Of course it’s a romance anime, what else could it be?]

[Could it be Pokémon?]

[Certainly not Lucky Star!]

[Whoa, what the hell is Autumn ** Sky?]

Jiang Nian predicted the other party would get smug, so he flattered accordingly. Maybe Xu Qianqian would be in a good mood and he could gain something from it.

One could only say that they knew each other too well, too familiar to consider dating early.

Even Old Jiang and Li Hongmei didn’t see them favorably. Xu Qianqian was too exceptional, with high aspirations.

In contrast, Jiang Nian was getting worse, with a thick barrier between them.

Before Jiang Nian was promoted to a higher grade, Li Hongmei hadn’t had any other thoughts. Only recently, seeing them go home together every day, she had a bit of thought.

Runtu... no, Jiang Nian glanced at Xu Qianqian.

Sure enough, he saw a trace of smugness on her face, thinking, is that all? Boast a little, and she flies high?

But he still had something serious to ask, so he proceeded to inquire.

"What plans do you have for tomorrow noon?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Qianqian was a bit puzzled.

"What’s up?"

Jiang Nian started, "I want to date you, but... you can also bring Song Xiyun along, I wouldn’t mind."

"Who would date you, you creep!" Xu Qianqian showed a scornful expression, sneering, with a gaze like looking at scum.

"I don’t have time to play with you at noon, Xiyun was chosen to attend some evening self-study meeting, so I need to help her with homework."

Jiang Nian’s eyes immediately brightened, but he still pretended to be disappointed.

"Alright then."

They entered the alley, walking through the small path.

Xu Qianqian didn’t say anything, but inside, regarding Jiang Nian’s reaction, she felt a bit pleased, somewhat elated.

She pursed her lips, smoothing the curve at the corners.

So, he wanted to date me that much?

Lets see how you perform.

At the bottom of the building, Jiang Nian stopped, looking back curiously at Xu Qianqian who was walking slowly.

"President Xu, what are you doing?"

"Thinking about how to crush your head!" Xu Qianqian quickened her pace, brushing past him, bringing a whiff of fragrance.

He was sure Xu Qianqian hadn’t used perfume.

A light and soft girly fragrance, fast forward to "brother, you smell nice."

Xu Qianqian walked ahead, stepping onto the stairs first. The corridor’s motion-sensor lights lit up right away, and she turned back to accuse.

"What are you doing, having indecent thoughts about me?"

"Dare not, dare not." Jiang Nian thought, putting aside gender differences, isn’t separating during showers more wasteful of water?

Xu Qianqian wasn’t aware of the more down-to-earth thoughts in someone’s mind, could be debated on Xiaohongshu for a thousand floors.

"This lady is in a good mood today, so I won’t hold it against you."

Man, even Emperor Qianqian is quite down-to-earth.

Jiang Nian didn’t know how to respond, opted to accept tacitly. There are a lot of lice, don’t itch, he indeed thought nonsense.

"Alright, I’m going back."

Two doors shut with a bang, one after another.

Xu Qianqian put down her backpack, went to the room to get a change of clothes, thinking Jiang Nian wouldn’t take her as material in the shower, right?

It doesn’t matter, the price of beauty.

It’s wrong to make mistakes; if his mistake pertains to her, then, speaking of which, it can be pardoned appropriately.

Xu Qianqian pursed her lips in front of the mirror, then deftly put on her shower cap. Her delicate hands tapped the phone, and [Sunny Day] played in the bathroom.

The little yellow flower in the story...

Rustle.

Jiang Nian washed his hair clean under the showerhead, managing to open his eyes. Stretching out his wet hand, accurately tapping blindly on a shelf.

The song, paused by water droplets, resumed playing.

[On windy days, I tried holding your hand...]

In the steamy bathroom, he raised his head. Suddenly, feeling a bit dazed, realizing he had never properly held Xu Qianqian’s hand.

Even if there were occasional contacts, it could only be considered grasping hands.

[Once there was a person who loved you for a long time... wonder if you will wait or leave again.]

Jiang Nian sighed softly, rushed through the shower. After drying his hair, threw himself back into the battle of solving problems.

Men should be fighting!

Being coy as a little girl, doing chicken feathers, there’s no savior, it all relies on oneself.

The next day.

Jiang Nian woke up as usual, yawning on the way to school.

Outside was cold and frosty, slightly brightening dawn. The road was lit, breakfast shops emitting large clouds of white steam.

The moment the steaming buns and soy milk were in hand, Jiang Nian came to life.

Isn’t waking up early just for this bite?

Nothing but one "Drip drip drip," pure Zhen Nan flavor.

Suddenly, he thought of the poor girl Zhou Haifei, who probably hadn’t even tasted pure soy milk, just sipping hot water while swallowing brown sugar buns at her seat every day.

What if there was no hot water?

Jiang Nian didn’t dare to imagine, this winter...

If he could make her have soy milk every day, or even let her have a bun.

It wouldn’t cost him much, just a little from his fingers would be enough.

This thought was purely from his simple values. But it doesn’t mean he would abruptly approach her, imposing psychological pressure.

Chinese people cannot stand seeing others go hungry.

You say you’re not happy, what’s it to me.

You say you don’t want much money, but lots and lots of love, that’s ludicrous.

But if you say you’re going hungry every day, or eating poorly and insufficiently, that’s unbearable.

Brother doesn’t have much money... but he surely doesn’t grudge you this bite.

After all, doesn’t every family have a few people who starved to death back in the day?

Extracting direct keywords: tree bark, grass roots, eating bran, finding wild vegetables, starving to unbearable, becoming a feature of the era.

Although Zhou Haifei ate the cheap canteen brown sugar buns just to save money and for a full belly.

But if there comes a suitable opportunity allowing Zhou Haifei’s breakfast to have an extra soy milk, Jiang Nian would willingly do so without expecting anything in return.

The problem is there isn’t one, so for now, he won’t bother.

After entering the classroom, Jiang Nian fetched hot water and took the chance to ask Huang Fang.

"Did you get hot water?"

Huang Fang looked up, slightly puzzled.

"No."

Fangfang the Emperor was actually quite independent and strong, but with the mutual assistance of the sixth group, she never lacked fruits and drinks.

"Then give it to me, let’s fill it together." Jiang Nian reached out.

"No, you can’t carry three thermos bottles by yourself." Huang Fang stood up, "I’ll go with you then."

"Alright, let me piggyback off your card." Jiang Nian said.

Upon hearing this, Huang Fang froze for a moment, then smiled.

"Sure."

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