CHAPTER 473: CHAPTER 392: DRENCHED IN SWEAT

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian couldn’t hold it in for a moment.

"Qianqian, don’t just bite randomly!"

"Seren." Qianqian, dressed in light pink pajamas, looked down at him disdainfully, "Big Seren!"

Amused, handing out benefits late at night.

Jiang Nian pondered for a long time, only to end up laughing out loud.

"Anyway, didn’t you agree to video chat after taking a shower? The situation’s a bit complicated now, but the result is about the same."

"Do you call this about the same?" Qianqian said discontentedly, "If I hadn’t reacted quickly, you’d have seen everything."

"Didn’t I call you before entering?" Jiang Nian retorted, "But speaking of which, what were you doing in the bathroom?"

Upon hearing this, Qianqian suddenly felt guilty.

She had promised someone to video chat after showering, so she returned to her room, carefully selecting pajamas and various hair clips in front of the mirror.

While choosing, she lost track of time. When she came to her senses, she hurried off to shower, leaving her phone in the bathroom laundry basket.

It wasn’t until Jiang Nian called her from outside the bathroom that she realized she was in trouble. Knowing him well, she quickly picked up clothes to cover herself.

"Just because you called doesn’t mean you can break in!" Qianqian blushed, "You almost saw everything, you jerk!"

"Anyway, you agreed to video chat after showering." Jiang Nian spread his hands, "This actually saves trouble, no need for video."

"Is it really that convenient?"

"Can’t deal with you, little miser." Jiang Nian rubbed his forehead, "Then I’ll let you see once too, make it even."

Upon hearing this, Qianqian almost spat blood.

"Shameless."

"Then what do you suggest?" Jiang Nian said, "Would you rather kill a good guy who’s breaking in to ensure your safety?"

"Qianqian, have you heard the story of ’The Boy Who Cried Wolf’?"

"Big Seren!"

"It’s a wolf, not Seren." Jiang Nian said, "Honestly, what if you really faint in the bathroom next time?"

"And I’m standing outside, because of this previous experience, afraid to come in, causing something to happen."

"Pfft pfft pfft!!!" Qianqian pointed at him, "Do you take me for an idiot?"

Jiang Nian glanced at her, "If that’s how you want to think, I can’t help it."

Honestly, Qianqian’s skin was quite good. Definitely the kind with smooth, fair shoulders that you just want to play with.

Qianqian thought to herself that no matter how much she bickered with him now, it was useless, and it would only end with that pervert humming smugly.

She thought for a moment and put on an indifferent face.

"Forget it then, you didn’t see anything anyway."

"Can’t say for sure."

"You!!" Qianqian was so furious at Jiang Nian’s words that she lunged at him on the sofa.

"Speak clearly! What did you see!" She was practically straddling him, viciously grabbing his neck.

"Bro...bro, can’t breathe." Jiang Nian coughed a few times.

"Better if you can’t breathe, choking you, this pervert, is also a public service." Qianqian gritted her teeth.

After a while, Qianqian vaguely felt something was off.

Not only did she let go of Jiang Nian, but she quietly got up and walked to the door of the room more than five meters away.

"Suddenly remembered, I haven’t done my homework."

Jiang Nian was also a bit awkward, grabbed his keys, walked to the door, pondered for a moment, and then explained.

"I heard there’s a medical explanation that when people suffocate, they can’t control their bodies, and occasionally have some reflex actions."

"Get out!" Qianqian clenched her fist.

"OK."

After Jiang Nian left, Qianqian collapsed on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling, her cheeks gradually turning red.

Finally, she couldn’t help but cover her face with her hands.

Like winter snow on a field, being melted on a blazing fire.

....

After Jiang Nian returned home, he touched his neck in front of the mirror. He thought to himself that Qianqian was really a freak, playing with S&M tricks now.

But overall, it was good that Qianqian was okay.

Damn, I’m not a simp.

He looked down at his jeans. After pondering for a while, he suddenly realized that Qianqian seemed to be quite...

Voluptuous.

Click, he returned to his room and closed the door.

Jiang Nian sat back at the desk, his mind filled with romantic images. He glanced at his phone, but there were no messages.

He took a deep breath and continued to bury himself in writing test papers until two o’clock.

The next day.

Jiang Nian yawned as he washed up, wiped away the mist from the mirror, and thought about how the "lottery" he anticipated had been refreshing for more than two days.

He muttered to himself, "I’ll buy a lottery ticket at noon, maybe I can win a few thousand bucks."

Winning a super jackpot isn’t likely, not many people buy these things anymore. Even with hacks, you can’t milk it too many times.

Open Sharingan, have you? We’ll slice it for you.

Saying this, he grabbed his bag and went out the door.

On the shoe rack next door were still Qianqian’s shoes. As the weather got colder, Xu couldn’t wake up early and chose to stay in her warm nest.

At the breakfast shop door.

He saw Zhou Haifei buying steamed buns from a distance. He thought to himself that Sister Haifei was doing better now, not eating the hard buns from the cafeteria anymore.

Probably because her scholarship had been credited; Fangfang had asked before about when it would be issued.

Self-reliance is a good thing.

Jiang Nian bought buns and soy milk on the way, and after passing through the fog, he realized that Zhou Haifei had stopped, as if waiting for him.

Hmm?

He took a couple of steps forward and casually handed her the soy milk.

"Were you waiting for me?"

Zhou Haifei was dumbfounded; she was waiting for Jiang Nian purely because they knew each other. It didn’t seem right to just walk away.

She saw Jiang Nian handing her a warm cup of soy milk and quickly waved him off.

"I don’t want soy milk."

Jiang Nian handed it over again, saying casually,

"It’s not free. I’ll buy some intel from you."

Zhou Haifei had no idea what intel he was referring to, but she guessed it might be about Xu Qianqian, so she accepted it.

"Thanks."

The two of them walked side by side in the direction of the school for a while. Jiang Nian asked about some things related to Class Four, including attendance.

"Is your class teacher not managing things lately?"

"Yeah, that’s how it is." Zhou Haifei felt a bit strange as to why he was asking this, but she still explained everything in detail.

"Alright, thank you." Jiang Nian looked at the school gate not far away and said, "Next time I need news, I’ll come to you again."

Zhou Haifei was a little confused and curiously asked,

"Why don’t you just ask... Xu Qianqian, or Song Xiyun?"

Jiang Nian smiled and turned to look at her.

"What if the information I want to ask is related to them?"

"Ah?" Zhou Haifei suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

It’s over, I’ve boarded a pirate ship.

She glanced at the warm soy milk she had pierced with a straw and swallowed hard, stuttering,

"Can I give the soy milk back to you? I... I don’t want to be a traitor. They’re so pretty, if they find out I’ll be isolated."

Hearing this, Jiang Nian was a bit taken aback.

He had a sudden realization: although Xu Qianqian and Song Xiyun didn’t play in small circles, both were quite popular in the class.

If someone had a conflict with them, they would naturally be isolated by some people.

"...I’m not asking you to be a traitor, just calm down. Don’t worry, I’m just asking about some ordinary things."

Pay-to-win true eye!

Class Four is no longer a land of fog.

But only I would buy intel with a cup of soy milk, Haifei was just too cheap.

A frugal household, saving where we can. Haven’t even saved enough for dowry fragments, and showing pity to the underlings.

Early reading.

A scream echoed from Class Three during early reading. Li Hua suddenly jumped into the corridor and started dancing awkwardly.

"Oh my, who threw ice cubes down my back?"

Yao Beibei, who had temporarily swapped places with Jiang Nian, laughed and shook the cup of edible ice cubes in Jiang Nian’s thermos.

"Hey, you actually dance pretty well."

"Chi Shi Chi Shi!!" Li Hua responded reflexively.

Luckily, it was just small ice cubes that didn’t leave his back wet. After a couple of jumps, the little ice cubes fell out.

"Yao Beibei, how the hell are you even shadier than Jiang Nian?"

Li Hua’s loud voice naturally reached the back row, and Jiang Nian, who had temporarily switched seats, looked up.

"How does it have anything to do with me?"

Yao Beibei snatched the seat, and Jiang Nian lost the chance to tease Zhizhi, and later they had a weekly test after the early reading.

My Zhizhi! (sobs)

He had recently become addicted to touching legs, and a day without it felt like three years. It wasn’t particularly risqué, just purely mischievous.

Yao Beibei’s seat was closer to Yu Zhiyi. But they had switched groups to the first big group over the weekend.

No familiar faces around, only Zhou Yuting.

Tingzi was uninteresting.

She did turn around and look at Jiang Nian twice, and finally spoke on the third time.

"Are you competing in the afternoon?"

"I guess." Jiang Nian answered disinterestedly, yawning, "You should ask Yang Qiming, he’s also on the soccer team."

"Okay." Zhou Yuting felt a bit deflated but had no choice, "Actually, I’m quite interested in soccer."

Yang Qiming had been waiting and couldn’t help but turn to ask Zhou Yuting,

"Why didn’t you ask me?"

"Oh, I remembered wrong." Zhou Yuting rested a quick-dry pen against her chin and smiled, "What I’m interested in is basketball."

Jiang Nian at the back desk nearly laughed out loud. Zhou Yuting doesn’t know a thing about basketball. If she really liked it, she would’ve made her move long ago.

She only likes fishing, the master angler.

After the early reading ended, Jiang Nian went back to his seat to get his test supplies. In the meantime, he tidied up his desk and completed his daily task.

Touch legs.

"You!" Zhang Ningzhi looked annoyed and gave him a gentle slap, "I’m packing things, don’t mess around, here, take this."

She handed him milk and continued her work.

And Jiang Nian, the mischievous one, felt a slight pang of guilt. Zhizhi is the best in the world, and all he thought about was touching legs.

Not right, next time I should hold her hand first.

Classes one and two had a weekly English test, and the extended break didn’t require running practice.

Some in the class went to the cafeteria or walked outside the classroom to bask in the sun, while others went in pairs to relieve themselves.

Jiang Nian stayed at the test seat and lay on his desk to observe the class monitor.

Li Qingrong was reviewing the English test paper they had just completed, spending a full five minutes on one page.

"Class monitor, was the listening part hard?" He leaned over and curiously asked.

Li Qingrong had a slight blush on her face and nodded.

"Yeah."

"Which question? Let me see." Jiang Nian asked, intrigued.

Li Qingrong thought for a moment and said,

"Pinching the leg."