CHAPTER 453: CHAPTER 379: ACTING LIKE A JERK (PART 2)

Before the words were finished, someone gave his arm a hard twist.

"Do it yourself!"

Actually, Jiang Nian was just joking around. Flipping the page, maybe he could ask the class monitor for help... but forget it.

Objectively speaking, Zhang Ningzhi was a bit petty.

"Alright, I’ll do it myself."

After the second period.

Zhang Ningzhi went to the back row to find Yao Beibei again, and Jiang Nian, having drunk too much water, was planning to get up to relieve himself.

He hadn’t even stood up when suddenly, his back was poked.

Jiang Nian turned his head, looking at the desk behind him.

"What’s up?"

At present, his relationship with the class monitor had evolved from casual... no, from a formal acquaintance as pure as water, don’t ask what kind of acquaintance.

Friendship.

From a formal acquaintance, it slowly turned into a good friendship, the kind where you could promise a kiss after achieving a goal.

"Good friends."

Is that how good friends are defined?

Yes.

Just like how "baby" has had its connotations downgraded, "kiss" will similarly downgrade in emotional weight under the influence of online shopping customer service.

No, I am a Motivational Star.

What’s wrong with a little kiss?

Jiang Nian completed his rationalization in his mind, therefore... he looked at Li Qingrong with clear eyes, like a bright mirror.

Li Qingrong glanced up at him, passing him a box of pens from her sleeve.

"For you."

"Huh?" Jiang Nian was stunned for a moment, but coming to his senses, the pen was already in his hand, leaving him speechless at his own quick reflexes.

Sun Zhicheng, who was about to leave the classroom, coincidentally passed by the aisle. His excessive curiosity made him turn his head, just in time to see this scene.

If it were someone else, they wouldn’t have cared at all.

But... Sun Zhicheng knew secrets unknown to others, and because of this, witnessing this moment made him deeply envious.

Forget it, time to intensify the effort.

Speed it up fiercely.

Sun Zhicheng walked out of the classroom, a smile playing on his lips. Like a secret agent hidden in the shadows, patiently waiting for the opportunity.

He believed that a bright day would always come, and he would be reborn from the flames!

Jiang Nian took a closer look and found it was a box of three fast-drying pens.

Opening it up, he could tell just from the packaging and appearance that the price of this thing was definitely at a stealthy level.

In a moment of involuntary action, he glanced at his battle-damaged Baoke pen on the table, the round black cap nowhere to be found.

He was speechless and awkwardly said.

"Thanks a lot."

Li Qingrong nodded upon hearing this, uttering a cool "Hmm." After a brief pause of a few seconds with her eyes downcast, she looked up again.

"Where’s your medal?"

"Oh, oh, I put it in my pocket." Jiang Nian, always open to sharing, took it out of his pocket and handed it to her, "Here it is."

Li Qingrong took the medal and had a look at it too.

The medal was a noble gold color, but in reality, it was light as a feather. It didn’t have any weight, not even willing to use an iron core.

On the back, Jiang Nian’s name was engraved, surrounded by the words "Zhenan Middle School."

A minute passed.

Jiang Nian saw that the class monitor kept playing with the medal, but said nothing.

He was a bit... pressed.

No, that’s strange, what’s so interesting about a lousy medal. Could it be that Li Qingrong also wanted to win the Motivational Star?

Honestly, hopes were slim.

The class monitor had little room for improvement; her exam scores rarely fluctuated, progressing... or not regressing was considered a progress.

So, does she secretly yearn for a Motivational Star award in her heart?

"Qingqing, do you really want this?" Jiang Nian lowered his voice and asked quietly, a smile on his face.

At that, Li Qingrong was taken aback, her face reddening slightly.

"Yeah."

Seeing this, Jiang Nian was puzzled. He thought to himself, no... why would wanting a Motivational Star medal make one blush?

Alright, alright, looking down on the Motivational Star, huh!

"If you want it, I can give it to you. I’m not really interested in the medal." He deliberated, not wanting her to feel embarrassed.

Low scores aren’t his fault.

Li Qingrong nodded, "Thank you."

She placed the warm medal into her pocket, still feeling uneasy. So, she took it out again, wrapped it with a few tissues.

Carefully placed it into the inner compartment of her backpack, and zipped it up.

After she had done all this, and looked up again, she found the seat in front of her was already empty; Jiang Nian had already left at some point.

Li Qingrong propped her hand on her head, lightly pinching her ear, which had turned red as if brushed with rouge, and looked down at the exam paper on the desk.

The expression remained calm, indifferent.

....

Jiang Nian came out of the bathroom after relieving himself, thinking that the class president was quite naive and innocent.

Even wanting the award for being a slacker.

Perhaps it’s an unknown collecting habit. For example, a rich person buys a poor kid’s wire coil for ten thousand bucks.

Outside the restroom, the lighting was dim.

"The school is really stingy, where the hell did all the money go." Jiang Nian muttered, "It’s so dark outside the bathroom."

Clatter, the faucet was turned on.

He cursed the stupid school a couple of times and shook his hands dry as he walked to the other end of the corridor. As he turned his head, his gaze froze.

A familiar figure stood by the railing, maybe waiting for someone.

Immediately recognized, Huang Beibei!

At this moment, her hands were stuffed in the pockets of her jacket, seemingly gazing into the distance.

Jiang Nian remembered the humiliation of the afternoon, when Yao Beibei mocked him with bold words. He looked around quickly and walked over.

Raising a cold, half-dry hand, he directly slipped it into her neck.

As half of his palm slid in, Yao Beibei’s shoulder shrank suddenly.

"Ah!!"

She quickly turned to look behind her and saw Jiang Nian pretending to pass by.

"Jiang Nian! Are you crazy?"

"Huh?" He looked up, with a completely innocent expression, "Are you talking about the person who attacked you just now?"

"I saw him, he ran upstairs."

"Stop pretending!" Yao Beibei gritted her teeth, thinking this bastard is truly shameless, "You... you’re a pervert!"

"Hey, I don’t like what you’re saying." Jiang Nian replied, "Bro, do you have gold stuck to your neck? Can’t it be cold?"

"I’m a girl!" Yao Beibei clenched her fist.

"I don’t believe it." Jiang Nian nearly angered her to death with his words, "Who can blame me for not having much understanding of subjects."

Upon hearing this, Yao Beibei instantly felt guilty.

In the afternoon, she did say those words. But at the time, it was just because she couldn’t stand those two losers showing off.

So, involuntarily, she had thoughts of suppressing them.

And now, the consequences had arrived.

Yao Beibei could only endure the shame, watching Jiang Nian walk away unscathed.

Just you wait, you bastard!

After a while, the bell rang.

Zhang Ningzhi came out of the bathroom, having waited in line for a long time. Seeing Yao Beibei still there, she quickly washed her hands and caught up.

"Let’s go."

She linked arms with Yao Beibei, ready to head back to the classroom for self-study.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Don’t mention it, I ran into your deskmate." Yao Beibei took a deep breath.

"What did he do?" Zhang Ningzhi asked curiously.

"Nothing, anyway, it wasn’t anything decent." Yao Beibei pulled her towards the classroom, "I’ll tell you next time, let’s go."

"Oh, okay."

The two girls jogged down the corridor, just making it to the classroom on time.

The third evening self-study session, the supervising teacher was Qianbao.

The old woman walked into the classroom with crisp footsteps, smiling as usual. She routinely asked someone to open a window, letting the wind blow for ten minutes.

"Today we’ll distribute two test papers, the class representative, go to the office and count them."

Upon hearing this, the class erupted into groans of despair.

Qianbao remained smiling, surveying the class with a leisurely stroll, the faint smile never leaving her lips.

The sixth group.

Li Hua covered his mouth with his hand and nudged Jiang Nian.

"Why is Qianbao always smiling?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian looked up and shouted loudly.

"Teacher, Li Hua asks why you’re always smiling. Did you find money on the street? If so, share a bit with him."

"Because he’s a lea..."

The words were cut off as Li Hua, with a horrified expression, grabbed Jiang Nian’s neck.

"Damn!!"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The class fell silent for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Qianbao also laughed, the old woman with not a hint of humor quickly changed her face and effortlessly dragged Jiang Nian out.

In the hallway.

Qianbao, smiling, zoomed in on a screenshot on her phone.

"Take a good look, what did I score on my second subject test?"