CHAPTER 333: CHAPTER 293 SLOPPY INK SPOTS

Jiang Nian was half-asleep, his brain temporarily offline.

Now taking over the brain is.....

Habit.

Boys who always let their lower body take over their brain aren’t good kids. They’re likely to lose control in the middle of the night, always craving some deoxyribonucleic acid.

Like Li Hua.

When those words entered Jiang Nian’s brain through his eyes, he only did a simple logical process.

"Okay."

After replying, he turned over and went back to sleep.

The next day, waking up from a deep sleep.

As he was washing up, he glanced at his phone and suddenly had a puzzled expression.

No way... What did I even reply yesterday?

Good thing I didn’t directly call him baby, otherwise I’d die of embarrassment in the morning. But more than that, why did Li Qingrong want me not to call him class monitor?

While brushing his teeth, he stared at himself in the mirror.

After getting familiar with Cai Xiaoqing, we’ve just used names or even skipped names altogether. Only when I remember, do I call him discipline committee.

Logically, I’m clearly more familiar with Li Qingrong than with Cai Xiaoqing. So, always calling him class monitor seems a bit..... distant.

So what should I call him?

Using his name feels awkward, a bit uncomfortable. After all, he’s the class monitor, which is different from the discipline committee. Calling him... Qingrong? That’s too frivolous.

Even as Jiang Nian left the house with his bag, this question remained unanswered.

Sigh, let’s see how it goes.

Jiang Nian was eating breakfast as he walked to school, fetched hot water after going upstairs. He leaned against the back row of the classroom, feeling the chill of the winter morning.

After leaning for a while, he bounced up instantly.

"Damn, why does the back row have a draft?"

Outside was dimly lit, with not many people in the classroom.

Suddenly, someone entered from outside the classroom.

Huang Fang came in carrying a thermos, she complained as she placed it on the desk.

"The fourth floor’s water heater is broken, why hasn’t anyone come to fix it yet?"

"Don’t wait, it won’t be fixed for half a month." Jiang Nian pulled out an unfinished math test from his backpack and started to comment sharply.

"These byd things, they sure are enthusiastic when it comes to charging the water card."

Huang Fang was dumbfounded, thinking to herself what a deep hatred.

She was just making a casual complaint, not genuinely angry, it would pass after a while. But Jiang Nian didn’t seem fake, it appeared there was some real grudge.

"Did you... have a conflict with the water card charger before?"

"No, just kicked him once."

"....Impressive."

"Fangfang, does your water card still have money? Next time I’ll charge it for you for free, haven’t seen that byd charger for a long time, should go scold him someday."

"Huh?" Huang Fang immediately broke out in a cold sweat, "N...no need, thank you."

If someone else said this, she would mostly think they were joking. But when Jiang Nian said it, she instinctively felt it was true, and there might even be something hidden.

After a while, the first group of people to arrive in the classroom came in.

No one from the sixth group, Jiang Nian wasn’t familiar with them. The people he knew were all lazy in winter, arriving either just on time or late.

Until half an hour later, the classroom gradually filled up with people.

Zhang Ningzhi was the first to arrive, and greeted him crisply. After putting down the backpack, he started to take out the test papers, sneaking a look at Jiang Nian.

"Have you finished the test papers?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian said, "Guarding against me, not letting me copy, huh?"

"No, you’re supposed to do the test papers yourself." Zhang Ningzhi tried to reason with him seriously, "If you copy now, what will happen if you can’t do it during the test?"

Jiang Nian grinned, pulling out a test paper from under the desk.

"Finished."

Zhang Ningzhi was instantly furious, thinking this person is really irritating beyond belief. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and eventually, he gave Jiang Nian a not-so-light punch.

"Don’t talk to me!"

Jiang Nian whistled and went to play with the big fellow Ma Guojun.

Morning reading.

Sun Zhicheng recited a few ancient poems and was out of breath from reciting.

Today’s not a good day, maybe next time.

In his pants, that hard thing had just vibrated. Yes, it was his phone, messages from an internet friend he’d been chatting with a lot lately.

He didn’t know where the other person was from, he never asked.

She seemed to have just started college, as for which one. Out of courtesy, Sun Zhicheng didn’t uncover this layer of mystery that was unfavorable for himself to hmm.

Beside him, Lin Dong finished reciting classic lines from the Ode to the Red Cliff, scratched his face and turned to look beside him.

"Ah Cheng, why are you so flirty again in chatting?"

Some time ago, Lin Dong had taught Sun Zhicheng the art of online chatting step by step. How to boost his emotional intelligence in chats, and how to wrangle with online chat partners.

Also correcting his habit of being a simping dog, to avoid being led by the nose.

But while a master shows the door, cultivation is up to the individual.

"I wasn’t being flirty, Brother Dong." Sun Zhicheng looked around, lowered his voice, "Bro, she’s different, really, I’m very happy chatting with her."

Lin Dong was bewildered, thinking who wouldn’t be happy chatting, so he asked.

"What’s different about her?"

"She’s a really nice person...." Sun Zhicheng said somewhat bashfully.

Lin Dong understood and thought to himself damn, you’re really screwed.

"Let me see."

The girl said she wasn’t feeling well, Sun Zhicheng immediately suggested if she should see a doctor. The rest were little warm-hearted tips here and there.

Lin Dong glanced at it, and the chat time was set just a moment ago.

"Damn, you’ve never cared so much about me."

"How could it be the same?" Sun Zhicheng snatched his phone back, feeling smug, "Brother Dong, you don’t need to be envious, just keep reciting your book."

Lin Dong felt speechless, but didn’t bother to ask more, he lifted his Chinese textbook.

"Tweet tweet a heart, my heart lingers..."

Sun Zhicheng pouted, glanced at the noisy class. Then happily lowered his head to look at his phone, continuing to chat with the online friend.

"Drink more hot water."

"Can’t drink, my throat hurts."

Seeing this, Sun Zhicheng’s heart involuntarily skipped a beat.

Last time he chatted with a girl, she also said her throat hurt. Back then, he listed several medications, telling her how to ease it, concerned.

She said there was no need, it would get better after a few days.

Sun Zhicheng, foolishly, had asked if it was from staying up late and catching a cold. She replied with a crying emoji, "Got beeped by someone."

Although they had since unfriended each other, the shadow from that day lingered, Sun Zhicheng couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

"Is it from staying up late, catching a cold again?"

Just as he was anxiously waiting, she replied swiftly.

"Yeah, headache."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhicheng couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Thinking to himself, once bitten, twice shy. There can’t be so many weird things online, how could my luck be bad all the time.

Pattering away, he lowered his head to type back.

"Next time you’re up late, make sure to keep covered. (Cheeky)"

In a flash, she responded.

"Not really. (Embarrassed)"

"I want to, but I don’t have a blanket. (Crying laughing)"

"Stayed up all night with my boyfriend last night and had a blast."

Seeing the other party’s message, Sun Zhicheng was instantly dumbfounded.

.....

Thursday morning, two periods of Chinese class in a row, Zeng You slept comfortably.

He woke up groggily when the exercise bell rang.

He turned to look, and saw only Jiang Nian and Zhang Ningzhi working on problems. Li Hua was also asleep at the desk, and he instantly felt at ease.

The group leader also did it, so the law won’t punish everyone.

But even if Lao Liu noted it down, it wouldn’t matter, after all, he’d long been under scrutiny.

Yao Beibei walked to the back row, intending to invite Zhang Ningzhi to go downstairs for exercises. She turned to see Li Hua sleeping, and unwittingly reached out and smacked him.

"Wake up!"

Li Hua jolted awake, wiping the drool from his mouth.

"Are we off for exercises?"

"Yeah, let’s go." Jiang Nian took off his sweater, casually tossed it into the bag where Zhang Ningzhi kept his uniform, "Hurry up, no one’s waiting for you."

"Why are you in a rush, I’m just.... " Li Hua stood up, but was abruptly pulled back down.

He was puzzled, lowering his head to see both shoelaces tied to the table leg. No need to guess who did it, his face turned red with anger.

"Damn it!"

But when he looked up, there was no trace of Jiang Nian.

....

In the third period, Qianbao was in the classroom lecturing with her Little Bee as she moved around.

She happened to walk to the last row, glanced at Jiang Nian’s seat. Noticing him doing science papers, she couldn’t be bothered, leaned on Li Hua’s desk to continue lecturing.

Li Hua didn’t understand much, so with nothing to do, he carefully observed Qianbao’s Little Bee at her waist.

He saw a button with an English word he didn’t recognize.

Feeling compelled, he reached out to press it.

The Little Bee on Qianbao immediately went silent.

In that instant, Qianbao turned to glance at Li Hua, who was almost petrified. The class all turned to look, nearly all eyes focused on Li Hua.

"Why are your hands so itchy?"

"Teacher, Jiang Nian told me to do it."

Jiang Nian, busy with the papers, looked up, completely confused.

"???"

Qianbao ignored Li Hua, making him stand in class as punishment.

After school at noon.

Jiang Nian was still thinking about last night’s fuzzy reply out of habit to the class monitor’s message, the chat stopped after that "Okay."

Okay what, and then what.

In the morning, the class monitor seemed unaffected, and hadn’t come to the back row to find him.

He originally planned to chat with the class monitor, but the first row was too conspicuous, he’d have to lie on the podium to talk with Li Qingrong.

More importantly, he didn’t even know how to start this topic.

This dragged on until noon dismissal, Jiang Nian deliberately didn’t rush out. Instead, he pretended to keep doing papers until most people had left the classroom.

Twelve fifteen, Jiang Nian estimated the timing was about right.

He got up directly, intending to chat with Li Qingrong.

Try indirectly, see what would be appropriate to call her, or perhaps don’t use a name, just skip it, which would also work.

He had just walked from the back to the podium, not yet spoken.

Suddenly, Nie Qiqi popped up beside.

"Class monitor, want to go downstairs together?"

As she spoke, Cai Xiaoqing also strolled over from the middle of the second group. The two of them and another girl formed a trio surrounding Li Qingrong.

Jiang Nian was dumbfounded, a burst of frustration stuck in his throat.

Damn, forgot the class monitor has her own clique.

But she really was heading home for lunch, so what was all that wasted time of mine?

Those lost meals!

Sunlight poured in from the window, enveloping the upright Li Qingrong.

On the newly opened draft paper, there were only a few scribbles.