Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance-Chapter 846 - 635: Tutoring

"Don't know, she's from the class next door."

Zhang Ningzhi said while occasionally glancing at the chemistry teacher on stage before continuing cautiously.

"Seems a bit pitiful."

Jiang Nian thought to himself that Zhizhi Baby was really kind-hearted, so he asked,

"Did you comfort her?"

"No." Zhang Ningzhi shook her head and whispered, "I'm afraid the more I comfort her, the harder she'll cry."

Jiang Nian: "...."

Indeed, Zhizhi was already one step into the top universities. If she keeps it steady, getting into a 985 isn't a problem.

Comforting others by discussing grades is just awkward.

Oh dear.....

"But I gave her a small bread roll," Zhang Ningzhi said, "It's delicious, my favorite flavor."

"That's good then." Jiang Nian nodded.

He didn't have much of a feeling about the hundred-day sprint; this was the true color of senior year, also a watershed moment.

A hundred days could accomplish many things, but the hundred days before the college entrance exam are hard to predict.

After all, besides homework, there were a ton of exams to deal with.

Weekly exams, monthly exams, the first and second mock exams. Even more extreme were the bi-monthly exams, mid-week exams, and pop quizzes.

Even the principal's dog barking twice could be a reason to organize an exam.

Just kidding, it doesn't even need to bark.

Thus, the strong remain strong, and the weak become weaker. There are black horses that make a comeback, but they're rare; most are failures.

After three classes ended, it was time for a small self-study.

"Quiet."

Cai Xiaoqing called out routinely, trying to maintain order in the class, but it was to no avail.

Cai Xiaoqing didn't mind; at least she did justice to Old Liu.

Soy Milk did her best.

Among the noisy atmosphere, Zhou Yuting looked somewhat troubled. As she sorted through the wrong answers on the test, she grew more confused.

But since things had reached this point, being confused was useless.

She picked up her test sheet and tapped Tao Ran on the shoulder.

"Leader, this question....."

Tao Ran was flipping through a comic book and didn't really want to answer, but being called 'Leader' outweighed being 'Study Committee.'

"Hmm?"

He glanced at it, hesitated slightly, "This question.... Wasn't it explained by the teacher during class?"

Zhou Yuting was speechless for a while and finally managed to say something.

"Didn't quite understand."

"Oh, then listen again." Tao Ran casually asked, "The given conditions for this question are..."

"Sigh." Yang Qiming stared at the direction of Tao Ran's group, watching the two discussing and sighed.

"Betting on books loses tea fragrance, at the time it was thought to be ordinary."

Huang Caicai leaned over, chuckled and asked,

"Brother, what are you reciting?"

"Nothing, where to eat this afternoon?" Yang Qiming just mused for a moment, now he had a new target.

Tingzi was already in the past.

The new deskmate was much more enthusiastic than the old one, Zhou Yuting was like an ice block, you had to wait for her to occasionally speak.

Sun Zhicheng glanced at Yang Qiming, followed his gaze, and immediately guessed this big black pig's intentions.

"Haha."

He patted Lin Dong's shoulder, nudging Yang Qiming with his chin.

"Look, he's in season again."

Lin Dong wasn't interested in the two's feud, he was browsing Tianya forums, just dismissively acknowledged and ignored it.

"Brother Dong, what are you so engrossed in?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Dong put down his phone.

"Just some supernatural forum about foxes and pythons, got sucked into it unknowingly."

Sun Zhicheng remembered the night he opened a video and saw Sadako, shivered, and shook his head.

"What else?"

"Some life philosophies and stuff, you can take a look." Lin Dong handed the phone to him.

Sun Zhicheng glanced at it, then returned it to him.

"No use."

"Why?" Lin Dong asked.

Just then, Chen Yunyun turned her head to submit her math homework to Lin Dong. Hearing their conversation, she glanced at him.

Sun Zhicheng suddenly felt a pang of melancholy.

"I've heard so many philosophies, still can't live a good life."

Hearing this, Wang Yuhe turned around and said,

"Isn't it possible that the problem isn't the philosophies?"

Sun Zhicheng: "???"

....

In the afternoon, Jiang Nian became lunch buddies with Li Qingrong.

Coincidentally, Cai Xiaoqing and the others were called away for something. Li Qingrong was too lazy to follow, so she left it to him.

As he was walking, he turned his head with keen interest and called out,

"Qingqing."

"Hmm."

"Guess what I'm going to eat later?" Jiang Nian said mysteriously, "Guess it right, there's a prize."

"Three delicacies noodles," she said.

"How did you know?"

Jiang Nian looked surprised, this woman had figured him out, while he hadn't figured her out, clearly not fair.

"I smelled the aroma wafting over," she said.

"Alright then."

After a while, Li Qingrong saw that Jiang Nian was acting usual. They were already close to entering the shop, but prizes weren't mentioned.

She glanced at Jiang Nian and saw his expectant face. Although she felt a bit helpless, she still compromised.

"What's the prize?"

"The prize is, after eating, I'll read your marriage line."

"Boring."

"Fine, then I'll count the number of dou in your hand." Jiang Nian said, "I know how to count them."

"No need."

"Too indifferent, Qingqing." Jiang Nian joked as he quickly placed the order, serving her a bowl of plain noodles.

The class president didn't like overly greasy soup noodles, but it's not that she couldn't eat them.

"Forget it, I'll go do the seasoning." He turned back and said fiercely, "I'll scoop you five spoons of chili, spice you to death!"

Li Qingrong sat across from him, playing with her phone with her head down. Only when he turned to leave did she smile slightly.

After a while, Jiang Nian returned with two small boxes of seasonings.

No chili.

"I'm in a good mood today, letting you off the hook." Jiang Nian raised an eyebrow, "But remember, I'm not a horse master."

Li Qingrong accepted the seasoning without any reaction.

"Oh."

The Three Delicacies Noodle shop was packed with people, with occasional glances cast over. The soup noodles hadn't arrived yet, and the shop was a bit stuffy.

Jiang Nian took out an orange from his pocket and handed it to the class president.