CHAPTER 332: CHAPTER 292: THEN I’LL WRITE SLOWER

Jiang Nian glanced at it, quite surprised.

At this time, the class chat group isn’t usually this lively.

To be precise, the class chat group is usually quiet when there’s no holiday. Only a few regulars talk, and occasionally they’ll draw out some lurkers.

Jiang Nian scrolled to the top of the chat log, carefully reading through it.

Group nickname: Windy Night (Liu Yang), "Guys, have you all finished the test papers?"

Woke up to find hubby stiff, turns out it’s dead (Yao Beibei), "I have one math test paper left, almost seeing the dawn of victory."

Liu Yang: "@Woke up... Wait, what’s with your group nickname?"

Pure Love Boy Seducing Strong Mom (Li Hua), "So shocking, luckily I’m normal (laugh cry). By the way, I’ve finished everything."

Kite Chasing People (Yang Qiming), "This is beyond a regular crazy, it needs an Aruba!"

Tough Tigress Step On Me (Tao Ran), "Is Li Hua so fierce? I also have one paper left, I definitely can’t sleep tonight."

Wanderer (Huang Caicai), "I have two left, didn’t get to write because of late-night snacks."

Cat in the Alley (Lin Dong), "Damn, knew you guys were secretly eating in the dorms! Won’t open the door no matter what, huh?"

Moon Underwater (Chen Yunyun), "Our entire dorm hasn’t slept, we’re all doing test papers."

Will Run Home in Rain (Wang Yuhe), "I finished."

Fog on the Lighthouse (Sun Zhicheng), "I have four left, not worried at all. (big laugh)"

Wang Yuhe @Sun Zhicheng, "What’s with your names and the group leader’s..."

Jiang Nian continued to look down and found that many classmates were complaining about not finishing the papers. Didn’t see Zhang Ningzhi say anything.

But that’s normal, she usually doesn’t pop up in the class chat group.

After all, she’s always with Yao Beibei, they’re practically tied at the hip. At school, Yao Beibei behaves more restrained.

But once she’s online, her true colors show, becoming utterly abstract.

Yao Beibei naturally doesn’t care, being an old member of the class chat group. Often acting crazy, which everyone is used to by now, sometimes even amazed.

Zhang Ningzhi is thin-skinned, and unless necessary, she avoids appearing in the group with Huang Beibei.

Many haven’t shown up, including Cai Xiaoqing and a few others. Likely, just like themselves, they started writing test papers after returning home.

Jiang Nian thought for a moment and sent a message to Zhang Ningzhi.

"Are you asleep?"

After ten seconds or so, she replied with a buzz.

"No, writing test papers."

"How many left?" Jiang Nian asked.

Five test papers were distributed in total, one for each of the three science subjects, and two for math. They are required to be handed in by tomorrow’s big break, but it’s practically impossible to finish on time.

"Half a paper left (cute)."

Holy, how is she writing so fast, Zhizhi is too intense.

"I have one left, can’t finish it." Jiang Nian honestly replied, then habitually added, "If I can’t finish, might have to copy yours."

Zhang Ningzhi: "(unhappy) No, you do it yourself."

"I’m just saying if, I should be able to finish it." Jiang Nian started to play the pity card with her, "If I don’t finish, I’ll be called out in class."

After a while, Zhang Ningzhi replied.

"Just this once then."

At the desk, Jiang Nian smiled and eagerly typed a reply.

"Okay."

"Then hurry up and write, maybe you’ll finish soon." Zhang Ningzhi replied carefully, "I have to continue too, otherwise I can’t get up tomorrow."

Jiang Nian replied with an emoji, temporarily ending the chat.

Since they are together every day, naturally they wouldn’t chat incessantly late at night. Senior year is quite stressful, and Zhang Ningzhi cares about her grades.

Their ideas align, work first.

Eleven forty.

Jiang Nian leaned back, his bones making cracking sounds.

The math papers still weren’t finished, but he wasn’t tired now. Even without "healing," his current energy was 1.5 times what it used to be.

This was due to improved physical condition, leading to implicit enhancement of mental energy for the brain.

Despite this, he decided to rest for a while.

Just as he reached for his phone, it buzzed. He thought Zhang Ningzhi had finished her papers, feeling a burst of complaint rising within.

So fast, what a study tyrant!

However, when Jiang Nian picked up the phone, he found the message wasn’t from Zhang Ningzhi. It was from Li Qingrong, the class president with her classic two-word opening.

"Asleep?"

He didn’t know what Li Qingrong wanted this late, so he replied.

"No, what’s up, class president?"

Meanwhile.

Li Qingrong was just heading to the living room to get some water, under the soft orange pendant light. She held a glass cup in one hand, her movements paused at the kitchen’s open bar.

Class president?

She looked at those two words with lowered eyes, feeling inexplicably irritated. After a sip of water, her mood gradually calmed down.

Just as she was thinking about what to reply, the main bedroom door opened.

Li Lanying came out wearing a thin autumn pajama set, seemingly just awake, with a couple of buttons casually fastened at the front.

A pair of white pomelos exposed in the air radiated a lazy vibe.

"Qingqing, not asleep yet?" She rubbed her eyes, walked into the kitchen to grab a glass bottle mineral water to fill the glass, and drank a few sips.

"Mm." Li Qingrong didn’t pay attention to her, still thinking.

"Is there so much homework today? Senior year is tough indeed." Li Lanying leaned over, her chin gently resting on Li Qingrong’s shoulder.

"You should’ve returned much earlier." Li Qingrong turned a cold eye, shaking off Li Lanying’s chin, "Weren’t things good outside, why come back?"

Li Lanying wasn’t offended, instead she giggled foolishly.

"Are you holding a grudge?"

Li Qingrong glanced at her, "No."

"You’re lying, if you didn’t hold a grudge, you wouldn’t be pushing me away." Li Lanying wanted to hug Li Qingrong, but the latter dodged without hesitation.

She didn’t feel dejected, instead said.

"For New Year’s, mom and dad will come back too."

Hearing this, Li Qingrong showed no reaction, glancing at her phone again. The thought she had just formed got disrupted by Li Lanying’s words.

"Mm."

In the spacious living room, the lighting was bright and clean.

Li Lanying watched her sister from three meters away, sighing gently. Still, she mustered up the courage to speak softly.

"In the past...we didn’t have a choice."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingrong put down the glass and returned to her room.

With a bang, the door closed.

The living room immediately left with only Li Lanying, her expression turned sad. She stood there dazed for a while, before getting some alcoholic drink from the fridge.

In her room, Li Qingrong composed herself and sent a message to Jiang Nian.

"It’s nothing."

After sending the message, she quietly put the phone down. Unexpectedly, it buzzed again.

Jiang Nian replied, "Did you finish the test papers, class president?"

"Mm, finished them during evening study."

In the bedroom, Jiang Nian turned numb seeing the message.

Really, you finished five papers in the classroom?

"How did you finish so fast?"

After a short while, Li Qingrong replied.

"I’ll write slower next time then."

Seeing this, Jiang Nian couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. Has the class president turned cheeky? Is this sarcasm or a joke?

Surely she wasn’t serious?

After a while, Zhang Ningzhi also sent a message. Telling Jiang Nian she had finished her papers too and sent over some pictures from a distance.

Those were barely legible even when enlarged, leaving Jiang Nian exasperated.

He then put the chat with the class president aside, turning to complain about Zhang Ningzhi’s anti-cheating measures. The banter went back and forth until it ended with ’see you tomorrow’.

Jiang Nian decided not to bother with the annoying papers tonight, figuring he’d finish them by waking up early tomorrow.

Before sleeping, he checked the chat with the class president once more.

Since the message "I’ll write slower next time," the class president hadn’t messaged again. She probably slept or didn’t wish to continue chatting.

Half asleep, Jiang Nian suddenly felt a buzz beside his pillow.

Instinctively, he reached for the phone, squinting to see the glowing screen.

It was a message from Li Qingrong.

"Next time, don’t call me class president."