CHAPTER 347: CHAPTER 305 I DON’T HAVE LEG HAIR

In Zhang Xiaofan’s overactive imagination, he should be Zhao Zilong breaking through thousands of troops.

Charging ahead with his little brothers, quite the social figure.

The students at the barbecue stall were all quiet as quails.

Probably scared by his overwhelming aura, each one avoiding him in a hurry.

In reality, the students at the barbecue stall were indeed scared. But it was only out of fear of a lunatic, and they all scooted their stools inward a bit.

Xu Qianqian and Song Xiyun had their backs to the barbecue stall, so they didn’t see Zhang Xiaofan.

Only Jiang Nian suddenly stood up and tossed out a sentence.

"Wait for me, I ran into a classmate."

"Hey, where are you going?" Xu Qianqian turned her head, wanting to call him back.

But he was already gone.

Song Xiyun also turned around, just in time to see Jiang Nian walking out with one arm around a guy. They looked like good buddies, which made her a bit bewildered.

"He... where’s he going?"

Xu Qianqian, with sharp eyes, thought that Jiang Nian didn’t run into a classmate. Clearly, he was sneaking off to fight again, and she said angrily.

"The honest guy went to fish someone out."

Song Xiyun turned her head to look at her, showing a perplexed expression.

"Huh?"

.....

"Ah ah ah!!! Go easy! Go easy!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong! Bro!"

Under the streetlamp, Zhang Xiaofan and Cao Yang grimaced and begged for mercy. They felt the hand around their necks had a grip as strong as a hydraulic clamp.

The intense pain and feeling of suffocation made them feel like they were dying. They had no doubt that if Jiang Nian applied a little more force, their necks would snap.

Don’t mess around, people are going to pass out.

"What did you do wrong?" Jiang Nian asked with a fake smile, finding this kind of trouble-making most annoying. "Don’t be afraid, take a deep breath; a bit of dizziness is normal."

"Cough ... I shouldn’t have, I shouldn’t have looked for trouble, bro!" Zhang Xiaofan, the weaker one, was nearly strangled to the point of seeing his great-grandmother and quickly begged for mercy.

Jiang Nian turned his head to look at the other burly guy, actually exerting more strength in this hand.

"And you?"

Cao Yang felt like he was about to die, his chest burning fiercely. His brain felt stifled, and his breathing was labored like a bellows.

"Bro... I also... I was also wrong, I should pay the bill for Bro."

"No need for you to pay, I’m not short on money." Jiang Nian increased the grip a bit, laughing, "Don’t be tense, take a deep breath, a nap will fix it."

Cao Yang felt his soul was almost scared out of him, realizing he was just bulky but not a brute.

"Bro, I... cough, I... I really know I was wrong."

Estimating it was about enough, Jiang Nian suddenly let go.

"Okay."

The two, already oxygen-deprived, immediately fell to the ground in a dizzy spell, coughing violently for a while. Taking deep breaths, they slowly caught their breath.

Cao Yang gave up, meeting King Yan twice in one night.

Once with a ghostly head spin, once with neck constriction.

He had never attempted hanging himself, yet had the misfortune of feeling what it was like. He swore to live a good life and never lose hope.

Zhang Xiaofan felt even more defeated, swearing he would avoid Jiang Nian in the future.

In the middle of the night, he almost saw his great-grandmother.

Couldn’t beat him in middle school, how did he become a force king in high school? What does this guy eat to grow such strength? Is this strength cultivated through meals?

Jiang Nian just stood by the roadside playing with his phone, one hand hanging by his trousers.

Under the soft yellow lamplight, the two people kept coughing, scrambling to get up. It was as if they’d seen a ghost, scurrying away without looking back.

By the street stalls, several night snack high school seniors were completely dumbfounded.

Mr. Ma, what exactly happened?

All they saw was that handsome guy clamp hold of two aggressive guys’ necks. Dragged them out, and then...

After a few words, they just collapsed and rolled away.

It didn’t fit the movie scenes at all; weren’t they supposed to smash tables? Or grab plastic stools, or fold tables, staging a full martial arts show on the roadside.

But then, just this?

After dealing with Zhang Xiaofan, Jiang Nian returned to the barbecue stall.

He nodded at the two girls, casually said.

"Let’s go."

"Jiang Nian, I’ll tell Aunt Li you were fighting!" Xu Qianqian glared at Jiang Nian. As for Jiang Nian getting beaten... she only worried about that in middle school.

That time, Old Xu was also there, smoking and sighing.

"This kid has to walk the right path in the future."

Because the situation got too big, Jiang Nian’s uncle was also dragged in. She didn’t know the exact reason, anyway, not much compensation was paid.

She doesn’t remember much of the rest, they weren’t that close back then.

"Crap, stop talking nonsense, which eye did you see me fighting with? I already said I ran into a classmate, went over to chat, and that was it."

"Both eyes."

"With poor eyesight, don’t spout nonsense." Jiang Nian was about to leave with his bag, casually picking up Song Xiyun’s bag and handing it to her.

Song Xiyun was pleasantly surprised, hesitated with an "Ah" and said.

"Thank you."

She took the bag with both hands, listening to the bickering of the two beside her. Amidst the clamor, they walked out of the night snack stall, her hand gripping tightly by her trousers.

For some reason, she felt like Jiang Nian had changed a little bit.

His attitude towards her had changed...

Not as cheeky as before, and he didn’t bully her as much as he used to. If it were before, he would probably snatch her bag to play with.

Wondering if she was imagining it, she felt his gaze at her was a bit more gentle?

It had to be... an illusion.

Walking under the streetlight, her heart pounded twice, and Song Xiyun felt a little dizzy.

One shouldn’t, at least she couldn’t...

The three of them plunged into the alley, zigzagging till they reached downstairs. After entering a spacious, clean courtyard, Song Xiyun followed them up the stairs.

Jiang Nian bid farewell in front of the door with the two girls, waving his hand.

"Bye-bye."

Xu Qianqian gave him a dissatisfied middle finger.

Bang bang, two doors closed.

Jiang Nian breathed a sigh of relief, but just thinking that Xu Qianqian and Song Xiyun were right across the door made him feel something strange, actually living together.

What if he went over now?

Anyway, even with toe thought, he knew Uncle Xu wouldn’t be back tonight.

Three people in one room, should he sleep on the living room sofa or floor? He pondered this as he tossed his backpack, humming a song and heading to the bathroom to wash up.

Sleep... on the hard bed of the detention center.

Bzzz bzzz bzzz!

In the bathroom, Jiang Nian blew his hair in front of the fogged-up mirror.

His wet fingers wavered over the phone screen paused by water droplets. Finally pressing play, "Your hair like snow..."

He was used to listening to songs when taking a shower, nearly a third of the playlist being Zhou Jielun’s songs.

Sometimes, when in the mood, he occasionally sang along a few lines. Unfortunately, he had a rough voice with no musical talent, only fit for self-amusement in the bathroom.

With a hum, he gave his phone a sidelong glance.

The blow dryer sound paused, and he didn’t bother drying his hair completely. Shaking his wet hand, he picked up the phone.

Sure enough, it was a message from the class leader, starting as usual with a single message.

"Are you there?"

Hehe, the class leader is cutely adorable.

He wiped his hand on his shirt, typing with a patter.

"What’s up?"

The bathroom door opened, and Jiang Nian returned to his bedroom. He placed the unfinished biology paper in the top left corner, picking up a sheet to continue working on it.

Biology progression reached 50%.

He estimated that at tomorrow’s coming-of-age ceremony, he might have to bring a paper to write. After all, there was a prolonged leadership speech segment.

Bzzz, the phone vibrated again.

Li Qingrong: "What will you wear for tomorrow’s coming-of-age ceremony?"

Jiang Nian was writing, answering honestly without thinking.

"Wearing a trench coat with Li Hua and the others."

Then habitually tapped a counter-question.

"What about you?"

Swish, Li Qingrong replied.

"Don’t know."

Sometimes, Jiang Nian also found the class leader quite naive.

"How about a dress?"

After a while, a reply came across.

"Cold."

Suddenly, Jiang Nian couldn’t help but laugh, thinking the class leader didn’t seem so naive.

"Don’t girls have that bare-legged artifact?"

Soon, after a long time, Li Qingrong finally replied.

"I don’t have leg hair."

Jiang Nian chuckled, not much in the mood to continue writing, typing back.

"It’s not for shaving leg hair; it’s for wearing warm leggings over the legs. In winter, it looks like you’re not wearing anything at first glance, but you’re actually dressed."

The reply took even longer, not coming until eleven-thirty.

"[Picture] Ma skirt, is this okay?"