CHAPTER 474: CHAPTER 393: GULLIBLE

Jiang Nian at this moment, was sweating all over.

No way, why did the class monitor suddenly bring this up?

He had just pinched Zhizhi’s leg during the morning self-study. He was feeling a bit needy and couldn’t resist at that moment.

If the police were to be called, he would have to activate another version of his testimony.

No, please!

He was simply feeling lustful, but hadn’t broken any laws. After all... being a single male high school student, if you don’t feel lustful, the only thing left is to become celibate like Nantong.

Some may ask, why not just study?

Isn’t studying about getting into a good university, landing a good job? Earning money, only to open the door to lust in the end?

Different paths, same destination. (Sincerely)

Furthermore, can the feeling of touching a girl’s leg for free at eighteen be the same as touching a leg at a nightclub in your twenties with a boss?

Drinking osmanthus wine together, it’s never like, a youth’s journey.

Countless excuses swirled around Jiang Nian’s mind. After a few seconds of silence, he nervously spoke up.

"Actually, I pinch guys too."

Oh no, the class monitor is going to misunderstand that I’m Nantong!

Damn it, let’s blame Li Hua.

Wait till the class match, then I’ll give this guy a good thrashing, against the white goalpost, up and down, left and right.

People are irrational when they’re nervous, fierce as tigers!

Li Qingrong curiously glanced at him, her face showing confusion.

"You don’t pinch?"

This one sentence made Jiang Nian feel like he went from the depths of despair to the top of a mountain. He was stunned at first, then broke into a grin.

The class monitor is the best!

No wonder Li Qingrong gets to be the class monitor, she’s the best (thumbs up)!

If it were anyone else, most likely... no, wait. In the class, besides Zhizhi, there’s no one else to avoid.

If it were outside the class, just avoid being caught by the super demoness Xu Qianqian, who wouldn’t blink an eye while killing, and it’d be fine.

Funny, why am I so experienced in mischief?

Because... the master is Qingbao.

It’s not even called cheating, at most it’s a friendly five-way split, "Regarding My Friend Being Slightly Jealous Of This Little Thing."

"Well... I pinch." Jiang Nian coughed a few times to ease his nervousness, "After all, it’s a personal hobby."

Li Qingrong gave an understanding nod, then continued to read her exam paper. This time, she turned a page and began reading comprehension part A.

The class wasn’t very crowded, looking around, there was plenty of empty space.

Even so, moving around lightly during break time, still carried some risk of being caught by classmates on the spot.

Jiang Nian took steady breaths, reaching under his seat to touch the class monitor’s leg. He didn’t linger, withdrawing his hand after two seconds.

It was soft, not as soft as Zhizhi’s, but very elastic.

Oh my, it was a bit thrilling.

He remembered someone once mentioned an outrageous thing, there was a couple in the Olympic class who, regardless of anyone else, touched round things during breaks.

They were true warriors, real perverts.

Jiang Nian wasn’t one for immersive experiences, nor did he really want to during class breaks. So, he just made a light touch, signifying only a little.

Fortunately, the class monitor didn’t say much, she just looked at him. Her eyes showing a pondering look, pinching her own leg.

Jiang Nian couldn’t sit still; he stood up and walked out of the classroom. Afraid that in a few seconds, the class monitor might pinch his leg.

No lustful thoughts, Qingqing.

He went out to relieve himself and heard some school gossip from Yao Beibei, then suggested thrashing Li Hua in the hallway.

Unfortunately, class started, and it didn’t happen.

Jiang Nian sighed, missing a good chance to teach the unruly child.

The second exam was math, heads down then heads up. Two class periods flew by, and it was soon lunchtime.

The classroom cleared out, only Fang Fang was left, and she casually asked.

"Are you eating at the canteen for lunch?"

"No, I have to go out." Jiang Nian replied, looking up.

"Alright."

He remembered the lottery shop was not far outside the school, just ten minutes back and forth, then he could wait for the results online at night.

[Jackpot] didn’t require careful studying of numbers, just a quick pick was enough. As for how much he could win, he’d see at night.

Additional bets, multiples, those things were completely unnecessary.

He was still a student, at most, winning a few thousand bucks would backfire. If noticed, the risk wouldn’t match the reward at all.

Refreshing every five days, sixty-one jackpot opportunities a year. Even if he only participated ten times a year, it would be a decent income.

He needed money, but not this kind of money.

Twelve fifteen.

Jiang Nian got up from his desk, glancing one last time at the recently completed math test paper, and reluctantly left.

Outside the school gate, he first found the lottery shop.

The owner was a middle-aged man who gave Jiang Nian a once over. Seeing him as a student, he found it amusing and took an extra look.

Jiang Nian didn’t waste any words, having done his research beforehand, he declined the owner’s advice and went for a quick pick number.

Without further ado, he left immediately.

The middle-aged shop owner watched Jiang Nian’s departing figure with an amused smile, then sent a voice message to his wife.

"Haha, a student just came to the shop..."

During lunch break, Jiang Nian stood in the hallway, basking in the sun. Holding a hardboard with a chemistry test clipped to it.

He didn’t even know what to call this board thing, which he had snatched from Li Hua.

The kid didn’t do anything but liked to show off.

But then again, holding this clipboard, it really felt like working part-time at a small restaurant.

What would you like to eat?

Black stockings.

The lunch break bell rang, footsteps echoed from the stairway entrance.

Monday, Wednesday, Friday, wash days.

Jiang Nian had long memorized this part; senior year life was dull. Every bit of time was cut into segments.

"Are you working on questions?" Chen Yunyun, with half-dry hair, stood to his left, bringing a whiff of shampoo scent as she moved closer.

"Where did you buy the board from?" Wang Yuhe, standing on his right, looked on with curiosity, even reaching out to touch the board.

"Hey, don’t touch." Jiang Nian stopped Wang Yuhe, "This is my son’s toy, don’t break it."

He was a bit of a protector, a good father.

"Who’s your son?" Wang Yuhe was puzzled, his hair also draped down his back, smelling different from Chen Yunyun’s.

"Since you asked such a question, let me tell you." Jiang Nian grinned, "My son, Li Hua."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yunyun covered her face.

Boys were so childish, always arguing over seniority. Yet, that was precisely their adorable side.

Besides, they loved to compare who had weaker kidneys.

"Tch, who cares." Wang Yuhe huffed, crossing his arms, "I’m buying one in the afternoon to annoy you!"

"Buy two, give me one."

"Why!"

"Because I’m the student." Jiang Nian enjoyed the banter, feeling a bit itchy, so he turned and glanced at Chen Yunyun.

But with Wang Yuhe there, he was too embarrassed to make a direct move.

Jiang Nian pondered for a moment, then had a bright idea.

"Oh, by the way, the classroom distributed new test papers."

Wang Yuhe believed him and energetically headed to the classroom.

"I’ll go check."

Chen Yunyun remained in place, clearly uninterested in the test papers. More than test papers, she liked being with Jiang Nian.

"Really new papers were sent out?"

"No, I lied." Jiang Nian casually touched her waist over her clothes, "By the way, should I bring a blow dryer to the classroom?"

Chen Yunyun: "....."

Have to say, this guy changed the subject really fast.

"Why?"

"That way, after you wash your hair at noon, you don’t have to wait for it to dry naturally." Jiang Nian said, "You can just towel dry, and blow-dry it right in the classroom."

"Is that okay?" Chen Yunyun felt a bit tempted.

High school dorms had no outlets, let alone blow dryers.

"We’ll see if it’s okay, let’s try it first." Jiang Nian rubbed his chin, "Don’t worry about Old Liu, if anything happens, I’ll take responsibility."

In no time at all, Wang Yuhe came rushing back.

"You liar!"