Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance-Chapter 914 - 669: Gambler’s Mindset

Jiang Nian was speechless; he found it hard to understand He Minjun’s thought process.

"Hehe."

He Minjun: "Hmm?"

Jiang Nian: "?"

In the hallway, near the restroom.

"Something’s not right." He Minjun typed with one hand while undoing the button of her jeans with the other. "Why this reaction?"

Early morning, on the main road.

"What else?" Jiang Nian, leaving from home, had already gone downstairs and was walking toward the school.

The street’s light was hazy in the dim dawn.

It’s Sunday.

Today’s main task was reviewing the exam paper, which was basically a chance to relax. It gave students a breather, keeping them from getting numb.

On the other end, He Minjun hadn’t responded yet.

She performed well in yesterday’s training and estimated a rather ideal score, making her a bit excited upon waking up.

Thus, in the heat of the moment, she called Jiang Nian "geigei" (brother).

But after cooling down, she somewhat regretted it. Jiang Nian was a year younger than her; how could she call him that?

Isn’t that perverted?

Feeling a bit embarrassed, she didn’t reply again.

However, her worries were clearly unnecessary. When it comes to being perverted, Jiang Nian had gone far beyond that point.

At the school gate.

"How was the exam?" Jiang Nian had gotten used to someone waiting at the school gate every day to talk to him.

In the past, no one was there; he barely bumped into anyone.

Maybe it was because Lan Lan fought for some subsidies, easing Zhou Haifei’s financial burden, or maybe it was because the college entrance exams were approaching.

Indirectly adding psychological pressure, making her need an outlet.

In any case, every morning when the sky just started to brighten, Zhou Haifei would buy breakfast and wait near the red pavilion.

Chat for a bit, then continue studying.

Jiang Nian didn’t mind, as his emotional value overflowed every day; he just casually chatted.

When others overflowed with negative energy, his foundation was long-lasting.

"Hmm, I did pretty well." Zhou Haifei, not good with words, finally said, "How about you?"

Jiang Nian didn’t speak; he was waiting for the system to react.

"Hmm..."

"Math went okay, but that doesn’t mean the overall exam was good. English is still the same, and as for the comprehensive science test..."

He was wasting words, stalling for time.

Although Zhou Haifei was puzzled, she didn’t feel brushed off. After all, what they talked about wasn’t important; the fact they could talk at all was good.

"That’s nice."

He had said so much, and the system still hadn’t responded.

Jiang Nian nodded, "Indeed."

After all, "ex-wife" isn’t a nice term; let alone a major character change, the other person’s fate wasn’t smooth—quite rocky, in fact.

With Zhou Haifei’s disposition, growing up methodically—even if she doesn’t achieve greatness, at least she’ll stay well-clothed and fed.

That’s pretty good.

Life picks the frail spots...

He could accept that his own life was turbulent, but couldn’t accept seeing hard-working people played with by fate.

"Alright, keep studying." Jiang Nian turned around, clapped his hands, and prepared to go upstairs. "I’ll head up first."

Zhou Haifei didn’t have much to say either, so she nodded.

"Okay."

Jiang Nian walked a few steps forward, then remembered something. He turned back to point at the bun in her hand, asking.

"By the way, has the school’s subsidy come through?"

"Yes, it has."

"Damn it, why didn’t Lan Lan give mine!" Jiang Nian fumed, "Forget it, I’ll find her when I get the chance."

After speaking, he casually added.

"Next time, don’t just buy buns—get a veggie bun; it’s not expensive."

Zhou Haifei seriously considered it for a few seconds and found that, with her current finances, it indeed wasn’t expensive.

"Hmm, okay."

Jiang Nian waved his hand and turned to leave. Whether she listened or not wasn’t his concern.

People’s behavioral patterns are actually hard to change.

Even if they don’t change, it’s not a big deal. Lan Lan provides everything except breakfast.

In terms of nutrition, it’s even abundant.

......

"Morning, Fangfang."

"Morning."

Huang Fang glanced up at Jiang Nian, "Do you have the biology and chemistry answers? I didn’t copy them yesterday."

"Why would I have them?"

If Li Hua were here, he would definitely jokingly call him "Jiang Daban," but Fangfang is an honest and sincere kid.

"Alright, I thought you might have them."

Actually, he could have them.

But Jiang Nian was too lazy to get them—after all, they’d eventually be copied. And he usually corrected his papers with Zhizhi’s.

Soon, the biology class representative arrived.

Yu Yourong rarely got up early and, after entering the classroom, glanced at the back seat, "You always arrive this early?"

"What?"

"Nothing, really disciplined." Yu Zhiyi yawned, "I’ve come to copy the biology paper answers."

She deliberately didn’t mention having been blocked, partly because it was embarrassing and partly to maintain her dignity.

She wasn’t the kind of person who cared about Jiang Nian.

"Oh." Jiang Nian didn’t even lift his eyelids—this woman entered and greeted people through her nose. Were her nostrils that good-looking?

She walked like a peacock; her head wasn’t quite right.

Yu Zhiyi didn’t know, but in Jiang Nian’s mind, she had been insulted. Like a swan, smugly self-satisfied.

After copying down the answers, she shook her hand.

She subconsciously wanted to rub her shoulder, but quickly remembered something. She glanced back at Jiang Nian at the end of the classroom.

She didn’t know why she wanted to look at Jiang Nian, but she didn’t find it strange either.

Jiang Nian usually seemed a bit seedy, and when he spoke to her, he didn’t look into her eyes—he looked...

She knew she had a good figure, and the shoulder-rubbing gesture was too suggestive. Keeping her guard up was only sensible.

Yet, Jiang Nian wasn’t watching at all.

Yu Zhiyi rolled her eyes and, as if under a spell, drifted toward the back row. Standing next to him, she cleared her throat.

"Aren’t you going to check your answers?"

Jiang Nian paused his writing, thought for a moment, and replied.

"Should be full marks."

Yu Zhiyi: "...."

She felt a tinge of regret—it suddenly dawned on her what she’d forgotten. Awkwardly, she stood there.