CHAPTER 467: CHAPTER 388: STOP TOUCHING, JUST ASK TWO QUESTIONS

Li Qingrong was stunned for a moment, her expression quite surprised.

"...Thank you."

She took the bracelet, feeling its smooth warmth in her hand. After fiddling with it for a few seconds, she wore it on her frost-like wrist.

"I like it very much."

"Alright," Jiang Nian stood up, and before leaving his seat, he touched Li Qingrong’s wrist, "This design really suits you."

Get hands-on first, then critique sharply.

Actually, Jiang Nian wasn’t just touching the wrist purely for that reason; he also wanted to lighten the mood and incidentally bless the Blessing Bracelet.

Hmm, the bracelet is quite smooth.

Li Qingrong showed no reaction to being touched, looking at him puzzled. She allowed him to take advantage and then run away.

Hmm?

On the sports field, the exercise session ended.

In the winter sunlight, Zhang Ningzhi ran until she was sweetly sweating. Today, the sun was exceptionally hot, and when she checked her pocket, she found she had run out of tissues.

She walked habitually to Jiang Nian’s side, quietly asking.

"Do you have any tissues? I want to wipe my sweat."

Jiang Nian glanced at her, then extended his arm.

"I don’t have any, you can wipe on my clothes."

Zhang Ningzhi always smelled nice, something he had verified. Even when she sweated, there was no noticeable odor.

Say at worst a little, and directly used it as perfume.

"Blech, no way." Zhang Ningzhi giggled, then said, "I’ll ask Beibei instead, bye-bye."

Yang Qiming was watching the whole scene from the side, almost turning sick from hearing it.

What the heck, is this something people say?

What he couldn’t understand was why girls all seemed to fall for Jiang Nian’s antics. He hesitated, wondering if he should learn a trick or two.

Just then, Zhou Yuting was also sweating, so he turned to ask her.

"Do you have tissues?"

Zhou Yuting looked at him and handed him a tissue.

"Here you go."

Yang Qiming: "..."

The last two classes of the morning swiftly passed, leading to dismissal.

The whole class was changing seats and started moving desks and chairs.

Jiang Nian received a message that Xu Qianqian was accompanying Song Xiyun to the hospital to treat her lingering pneumonia.

Consequently, he lost his reason to go home and rest.

Zhang Ningzhi, after packing her things, curiously glanced at him. She poked his waist and couldn’t help but quietly ask.

"You’re not going home this afternoon?"

"No."

Jiang Nian habitually touched her thigh; in the classroom, desks and books were piled high, and no one noticed this scene.

"I’ll just grab something to eat when I go out, then come back to finish the test papers."

"Oh you, you...you..." Zhang Ningzhi’s face turned red, thinking how this person liked touching thighs.

Are thighs really that nice to touch?

Lately, her thighs seemed a little bit fleshier; if they were skinnier, they’d look even better.

"Are you going home for dinner?" Jiang Nian awkwardly changed the topic, "If you have chicken soup, remember to bring some and nourish me."

As for touching the thigh, he should still touch it next time if he can.

Zhizhi couldn’t understand the attractiveness of her appropriately fleshy thighs. They weren’t bulgy or large, but rather fair and even.

Imagine white stockings crossing over, calf as smooth as water lily, finally covering the thigh, presenting a slight squeeze effect.

Only one word can describe it, perfect!

"Oh, I’ll go home and see." Zhang Ningzhi nodded, her face somewhat flushed, "Don’t say weird things."

Keeping...it sounded like she was quite pervy.

The class leader came in from outside, just at the time of dismissal. She had been dragged to the restroom by Nie Qiqi, with her hand still wet from washing.

More eye-catching was the red string bracelet on her wrist.

Nie Qiqi had noticed the bracelet earlier, and didn’t dare ask on the way. Back in the classroom, she leaned close to Li Qingrong.

"Class leader, who gave you that red string bracelet?"

"A friend."

"A guy?"

"Mm." Li Qingrong packed her things and glanced at Jiang Nian who was hunkered over his test papers, "...A very capable guy."

"No way!" Nie Qiqi’s legs went weak, the timid smiling tiger couldn’t smile anymore, "Oh dear, I’ve been cowed."

"Stop acting crazy here." Cai Xiaoqing, just finished cleaning the mop, gently kicked her, "Nobody cares."

"Wow!!!" Nie Qiqi was directly set off.

Jiang Nian looked up, completely puzzled.

"Where’s the fire alarm ringing from?"

Hearing this, a soft wave of laughter spread around. Nie Qiqi angrily climbed up and, wiping tears, left the classroom.

Li Qingrong had packed all her things, glanced at Jiang Nian again. Quietly sitting in her seat, waiting for his questions.

If he had no questions, then she planned to head home.

After a while.

Jiang Nian indeed turned and picked up his chemistry test paper. Frowning, he raised a few circled questions to her.

"Do you know these?"

Li Qingrong saw his serious expression; he had no intention of touching her wrist. She casually tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

The body leaned forward slightly, chest crossing over the tabletop. The jacket was pressed down with a crease, creating a noticeable bulge.

"Hmm, let me see."

Jiang Nian asked about three or four exam papers in total, selecting five or six questions he didn’t understand from them, and discussed them for about ten minutes.

Fortunately, he was asking the class monitor; if it were someone else, it would probably take at least half an hour to start with.

Li Qingrong was one of those deep geniuses, whose answers were evident even before ordinary people finished reading the question.

In fact, Jiang Nian suspected she couldn’t score less than seven hundred. Maybe it’s not because she can’t get such a score, but because she’s too lazy to try for seven hundred.

After all, seven hundred would definitely make the principal hold a meeting just to commend it.

The classroom was mostly empty by now.

"Oh, that’s how it is." Jiang Nian asked the last question while his hand unintentionally reached for Li Qingrong’s wrist.

To save face, he had already started pretending to check her pulse,

But Jiang Nian wasn’t checking, just touching.

"Hey Qingqing, don’t your hands get dry in winter?" he asked while touching her wrist, "Your hands are so small, and they smell nice."

Li Qingrong: "....."

"No, I use hand cream."

His fingertips were warm, and the rough pad of his finger skated over her wrist. As it slowly brushed past, it sent a slight electric tingle.

Even if her emotions were calm, her face gradually reddened.

There was no denying that Jiang Nian was indeed a bit discouraging.

"I see, no wonder."

"Hm."

After another minute, Li Qingrong gently tried to pull back her wrist, which had nearly been caressed until greasy. Her face slightly red, her heart somewhat flustered.

She was forced into saying something, despite her not usually being talkative.

"Stop touching, ask about two more questions."

To be fair,

Jiang Nian didn’t even bother pretending anymore, wanting to directly put it in his mouth with a hiss. Cover it with ice cream and lick it all over.

It even went beyond the realm of awkwardness.

"Oh oh, sorry." Someone’s face was unflinching, "I was just so engrossed in the questions, it doesn’t hurt, right?"

"No." Li Qingrong’s face retained its impassivity, but her gaze slightly shifted, avoiding eye contact with Jiang Nian.

"Let’s go then, I happen to be heading downstairs as well." Jiang Nian clipped the chemistry exam papers together and roughly stacked them aside.

Once he finished eating, he had to come back and continue working on problems.

Dang, such a studious dog!

Afternoon practice starts after two o’clock, and the fragmented time in between cannot be wasted. Not even a single step should be missed on the path to a thousand miles.

Six hundred fifty points, it’s quite an intriguing number.

Go hard, go fast!

Li Qingrong underestimated her own charm, as well as Jiang Nian’s level of thirst. Being eighteen is truly an age capable of anything.

At the school gate.

Jiang Nian stopped, waving a hand toward Li Qingrong.

"See you tonight."

Li Qingrong nodded slightly and looked at him again.

"Hmm."

Once the class monitor’s silhouette disappeared, Jiang Nian took out his phone, preparing to find a small eatery nearby for a quick meal to deal with lunch.

Just as he was about to step, his phone buzzed.

Seeing that it was a call from Chen Yunyun, he answered it readily.

"What’s up?"

On the other end, before Chen Yunyun could speak, Wang Yuhe’s cheerful voice came through with extreme delight.

"Jiang Nian, come here!"

"Kids shouldn’t interrupt, let the adults talk."

"You!!"

Chen Yunyun chuckled over the phone, "Stop bickering, we’re eating at Fu’an, and we ordered too much food."

"Oh, and then?"

"Have you eaten yet?" Chen Yunyun asked. She noticed Jiang Nian was still asking questions before she left, thinking he probably hadn’t eaten.

"No, just about to find something to eat."

"That’s great, just come over." Chen Yunyun said coyly for once, "If you don’t come, we won’t know how to finish all this food."

Jiang Nian agreed, thinking Chen Yunyun was rather charming too.

"Alright, I’m on my way."

Getting a free meal, he naturally felt no burden.

Ten minutes later, he arrived at Fu’an.

It’s a local cuisine restaurant, known for its spiciness. Moreover, for students, it’s on the pricier side.

However, if you’re looking to dine out with friends,

this place would definitely be the top choice, slightly pricey but definitely worth it.

Upon entering, he found Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe in the lobby. There was an extra set of new utensils on the table, newly unpacked.

"I’ve already rinsed them." Chen Yunyun said with a smile, "We wiped the table, too. You can sit."

"Alright, thanks." Jiang Nian took a seat beside Chen Yunyun and glanced at the table, "Why so much food?"

"Not too much, just sincerely inviting you for a meal." Chen Yunyun laughed, "We just wanted to eat, so we called you over."

"Heh, I eat more than you."