Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance-Chapter 854 - 639: Stop Fidgeting, Listen to the Questions
"Cafeteria?"
"Nope~" Zhang Ningzhi shook her head in denial.
"Then... the convenience store?"
"No."
Jiang Nian was speechless upon hearing this. The school is so big, how should I guess? I can’t just say the girls’ bathroom, right?
"I don’t know anymore."
"Guess just once, there’s a reward." Zhang Ningzhi put her hands in her pockets, swaying slightly.
It’s just Zhizhi being Zhizhi.
If it were anyone else, Jiang Nian would have just snatched it by now.
So much teasing.
"Outside the school."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ningzhi’s grape-like eyes widened. Looking dumbfounded, she froze in place.
"How do you know?"
"A guess."
"It can’t be, you secretly followed me..."
"Hey! Don’t say such things." Seeing he was about to be labeled a creep, Jiang Nian quickly interrupted.
He’s a nice guy, just slightly smarter perhaps.
"You bought something, right?" He explained, "Since you didn’t go to the store, you must have gone off campus."
He’s not curious how the two girls got out; with Yao Beibei around, nothing is too surprising.
Class three never lacks for daring acts.
"Alright, you guessed correctly." Zhang Ningzhi sighed, then happily said, "Then I’ll give you a reward."
Jiang Nian felt something wasn’t quite right; this was starting to feel like dog training.
Women are truly frightening. Is it possible that age brings about an unmentionable awakening?
Pua techniques, intrinsically gifted.
Of course, it could be the yellow-haired girl egging her on. She’s purely mischievous, always stirring up trouble.
Let’s just hope she doesn’t end up in my hands someday.
"Zhizhi."
"What’s up?"
"This reward of yours..." He rubbed his chin, "Isn’t it some Pavlov experiment?"
Zhang Ningzhi blushed, stuffing a red bean bun into his arms.
"Stop... stop with the nonsense!"
Actually, this was taught by Yao Beibei. She said it was a way to cultivate habits and strengthen friendships.
As for why they don’t use it, it’s because this trick doesn’t work on close friends.
"Hope so." Jiang Nian pointed at Zhizhi, adhering to the principle of not wasting food, "It’s red bean flavored, huh."
"What’s wrong?" Zhang Ningzhi blinked, slightly nervous, "You don’t like it?"
"Nothing much, the red bean dumplings taste terrible." He said, "Sweet and greasy, but the bun’s okay."
Zhang Ningzhi was puzzled but didn’t dwell on it.
Qianbao arrived, blowing a Little Bee. A whirring sound accompanied brisk footsteps.
"Class begins!!"
With a clatter, all the students in the classroom stood up. Someone in the class won a championship, the excitement hadn’t faded yet.
Even though no one mentions it, the pressure of the hundred-day countdown has started subtly affecting the class.
Youth and future, confusion and emptiness.
In such circumstances, it’s primitive victories that dispel inner confusion, refreshing the will.
"Good morning, Mrs. Zhuang!!"
The sun tilted slightly, the morning classes gradually passed.
Once school was out, the classroom suddenly became noisy. Conversations, laughter, urges overlapped.
"Where to eat?"
A hand extended from behind, tapping Jiang Nian’s shoulder, then slowly retracted.
At noon, they agreed to study together.
Jiang Nian thought it made sense; lunch break was only two hours. Eating separately would be a waste of time.
"Aren’t you delivering food?"
"I didn’t ask you to cook." She said, giving Jiang Nian a look, "We’re going out for lunch together."
"Alright." Jiang Nian glanced around the classroom, most people had left, "We should head out early too."
"Okay."
The two walked downstairs, passing by the lush grove. The green trees sprouted new buds, soon to branch out after a few rains.
The school gates offered plenty of food, but there were too many people.
To save time, Jiang Nian headed straight for the entrance of Jing Mansion. At a small shop, he snagged a table.
Li Qingrong sat there, watching him go order.
The shop does fresh stir-fry, no menu. Customers stand by the fridge, choose ingredients, then suggest a cooking method.
Jiang Nian skillfully placed the order and returned with two bottles of Soy Milk.
Soy Milk.
What a coincidence?
He snapped a photo and sent it to Cai Xiaoqing. She responded with a series of ellipses, expressing speechlessness.
Li Qingrong watched him quietly, not touching the dirty table.
"I want water."
"Oh, oh." Jiang Nian, hearing this, got up and bought a bottle of room temperature mineral water, handed it to her.
"Here, Qingqing."
He only bought one bottle, planning to drink some tea later. The tea brewed in big barrels had an intense flavor. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
Health-wise, splashing it with boiled water is hit-or-miss.
It’s certainly not as good as the Golden Monkey tea Old Liu brews in his office, but cold strong tea is quite refreshing.
And it tastes very potent.
"Okay." Li Qingrong took it, drank a couple of sips, and seeing Jiang Nian about to get up again, she asked.
"Where to?"
"Thirsty, there’s tea over there..." Jiang Nian didn’t even finish speaking before Li Qingrong moved the mineral water she’d sipped towards him.
"Huh?"
The class president is this frugal?
Never in my life have I drunk imported mineral water.
Li Qingrong didn’t speak, looking elsewhere, her expression unchanged, her eyelashes fluttering.
"Not thirsty?"
Jiang Nian was momentarily stunned by her words and then said seriously.
"Suddenly not thirsty."
Just as he finished speaking, he was kicked under the table. He looked up to find Li Qingrong’s face showing nothing had happened.
Jiang Nian: "???"
Did I just get kicked by the class president?
The wind-god leg is terrifying.
He thought about it and had a better idea.
"Ow~ ah, ow~" Jiang Nian held his calf, curling under the table pretending to be in pain, but after a while, no sound.
Sitting up, he saw Li Qingrong sipping water.
Wait a minute...
"Qingqing, you’re so heartless." Jiang Nian looked agonized, regretting being too greedy.
