CHAPTER 334: CHAPTER 294: EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE

Li Qingrong turned her head and glanced at Jiang Nian, who was leaving through the front door of the classroom, and couldn’t help but lower her eyes.

Just now, it seemed like he was going to come over.

Nie Qiqi had almost burrowed into Li Qingrong’s arms, with a smile on her face that screamed cunning.

"Class~ President~~, it’s so cold."

Before she could finish her act, Cai Xiaoqing pinched her by the back collar and pulled her to the side.

"If you’re cold, go get cremated, it’s warm in the furnace."

Nie Qiqi was furious. Her plan to cozy up to the class president failed again, and it was all Cai Xiaoqing’s fault!

"How can that mouth of yours at thirty-seven degrees say something so cold?"

Cai Xiaoqing paused for a moment, then turned her head to retort.

"How dare you assume my mouth is thirty-seven degrees? The oral temperature rises by one degree at noon, so it should be thirty-eight."

Nie Qiqi was dumbfounded, instantly losing all her tactics.

Damn it!

Where did Xiaoqing learn this, her tongue has gotten sharper.

Jiang Nian came out of the classroom and headed straight to the cafeteria.

Thinking how inconvenient it was with such a distance, damn it, when will Sunday come! There’s such a gap between me and Class... Li... Rong... Baby.

Forget it, call her whatever, I’m used to calling her class president. Changing it suddenly is awkward, and besides, I haven’t decided on a new title.

Forget it, let’s just eat first.

The afternoon passed quickly.

Jiang Nian lay on the table, while the people around him had already gone to eat. He stayed in the classroom, seriously eyeing Li Qingrong in the first row.

Nie Qiqi and her friends weren’t there; they had just gone to the bathroom together.

OK.

It seemed the class president wasn’t planning to leave anytime soon either.

Everything seemed normal.

Jiang Nian stood up from his seat, learning from his failed attempt at noon, and quickly moved to sit beside Li Qingrong.

The moment he sat down, he turned his head and smiled at the class president, almost instinctively calling her class president.

The good news is... he stopped in time.

The bad news is, upon hearing this, Li Qingrong turned her head out of curiosity, her gaze resting on his face.

So to avoid awkwardness, he had to say something.

"Ahem, about last night."

Li Qingrong turned her head and started doing her homework.

Jiang Nian: "???"

No, why the sudden cold shoulder.

Even if the class president stepped on him in black stockings, it would be less forceful than this cold shoulder; even a super villain can’t stand this cold treatment.

Because Li Qingrong suddenly started seriously solving problems, Jiang Nian lost his conversation target.

After a moment of silence, he thought maybe he’d try again next time.

It’s just too damn awkward.

"Ahem, well... I’ll go eat first." Jiang Nian shifted to get up, adding, "You should stop writing and go eat earlier too."

Just as he was about to leave his seat, he found himself unable to stand up.

Of course, it wasn’t because he indulged himself alone last night, weakening his legs.

Jiang Nian was quite surprised, turning to see what external force was preventing him from getting up. More precisely, it was a corner of his clothes being held by two fingers.

Winter afternoons turn dark early.

The dim classroom was bathed in dusk, with only a handful of diligent students still buried in their work at their desks.

So, this scene had no witnesses.

Li Qingrong didn’t turn around, her gaze still fixed on the test paper. Her right hand continued writing, holding a pen, her arm a straight line.

Straight enough to hold onto the corner of his clothes with a hint of force.

Jiang Nian was stunned for two seconds, then sat back in his original seat.

"What’s up?"

He fought against the habit, always used to calling her class president. Suddenly, this title was banned by Li Qingrong, so he had to comply.

What else could he do?

What if the class president retaliated horribly, maybe trapping him at her place?

That would be too... I mean, terrifying.

Anyway, since she’s the class president, better listen to her.

Li Qingrong seemed unsure of what to say, but feared Jiang Nian would leave, so she kept holding onto the corner of his jacket, not intending to let go.

The atmosphere grew awkward again in the silence.

This time, though, the awkwardness was shared by one more person.

Suddenly, a guy from class entered through the front door.

Luo Yong had been the first to bolt out of class after school, intending to go straight to his rented place and catch some good sleep, but realized he forgot his keys.

Almost at his door, he had no choice but to turn around and go back to get them.

Panting from climbing the stairs, he entered the classroom.

His first reaction was the room’s darkness, wondering why no one had turned on the lights.

These people focusing on their work seemed to expect someone else to turn on the lights.

As his gaze shifted to the first row, he was momentarily puzzled.

Why were Jiang Nian and the class president suddenly sitting together? Their posture seemed a bit odd, were they holding hands under the table?

In the next second, Luo Yong saw Jiang Nian naturally place his left hand on the table, playing with his phone. Meanwhile, the class president remained in the same position.

Alright, he thought, maybe he was overthinking.

As Luo Yong entered the classroom, Jiang Nian pretended to play on his phone, sensing that... Li Qingrong had suddenly gotten nervous.

So much so that her grip on his jacket’s corner tightened, resembling a movie scene.

About ten seconds later, Li Qingrong asked,

"Why did you leave at noon?"

Jiang Nian was taken aback, "At noon... I went to eat."

Li Qingrong considered it and turned to ask,

"Weren’t you... looking for me?"

Jiang Nian didn’t know why she paused mid-sentence, but the sunset through her eyelashes revealed the emotions in her eyes.

Like a cat’s eye gemstone, incredibly beautiful.

Her side profile was nearly translucent with a hint of blush.

For a moment, Jiang Nian had a thought—she was waiting for him to explain.

He sniffed and made a sound.

"Yeah, but when I saw it was too late and they were going downstairs with you, I thought... it’s not that important really."

"What is it?" Li Qingrong asked, her expression serious.

The feeling Jiang Nian had at that moment was somewhat strange, with the dim surroundings. The girl, aloof yet present in the sunset, surrounded by the dusk flooding through the classroom windows.

He recalled how she rarely spoke much even when chatting with desks in front and behind hers. Mostly simple questions, and responses like ’hmm.’

People were already getting up in the classroom, the sounds of moving desks and chairs, faintly hearing something like,

...could someone switch on the lights.

He had a feeling that once the lights came on, their conversation would probably end.

Gulp.

Jiang Nian swallowed and asked,

"If I’m not calling you class president, what should I... call you?"

Clink, the classroom lights came on, and simultaneously, the force holding his coat corner quietly vanished.

Li Qingrong’s voice was light, just loud enough for the two of them to hear.

"Anything you like."