CHAPTER 709: CHAPTER 558: A NEW STORM HAS EMERGED (PART 2)

To be fair, if Jiang Nian was in Class 4.

There would’ve been an uproar long ago.

"Let’s have a late-night snack, celebrate a bit." Jiang Nian always found a reason, "After hardships come happiness, it’s not easy."

The two girls exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement.

"Alright."

At the late-night snack shop, the three of them ordered some barbecue like it was second nature. At this time of year, the drinks were basically all cold.

Only Jiang Nian got a bottle of drink, while the two girls just had hot tea.

"Cheers, cheers!"

The three glass cups clinked softly, and with a clear sound, they brushed away the worries.

Xu Qianqian took a sip, put down her teacup, and asked.

"Don’t you think us talking about the class teacher behind their back, as students, is not very appropriate?"

Jiang Nian thought for a moment and replied.

"Not at all, your class teacher got transferred. That’s something to be happy about, no need for false regrets."

"Being bound by moral constraints, that’s just too foolish."

Hearing this, Xu Qianqian smiled and turned to look at Song Xiyun, pointing at Jiang Nian with a smug face.

"See, I told you."

"This guy is way worse than us, no need for internal struggle."

Song Xiyun: "...."

She didn’t know what to say, so she just picked up her warm teacup and took a sip to cover her awkwardness.

At the same time, she glanced at Jiang Nian from the corner of her eye.

Jiang Nian was still engrossed in eating barbecue, seemingly uninterested in Xu Qianqian and Song Xiyun’s worries.

Song Xiyun picked up a skewer and, out of nowhere, became curious about what he thought of her.

.....

The next day, Monday.

Jiang Nian opened his eyes and looked at the speech draft sent by Lao Liu.

"Sigh."

If it’s good luck, it’s not a disaster; if it’s a disaster, you can’t avoid it.

He washed up and prepared to go downstairs.

"Up so early?" Li Hongmei’s voice came from the living room, "No need to work so hard."

"It’s alright, I’m used to it." Jiang Nian didn’t know how to explain the matters with his future ex-girlfriends.

If mom found out, she’d flip.

In any case, whether or not he’s working hard isn’t solely up to him.

"Do you have enough money?" Jiang Nian changed the subject, holding back from saying, "I’ll give you guys ten thousand, get a new car for the new year?"

Li Hongmei: "???"

Early in the morning, if she weren’t awake, she’d think she was dreaming. Her son, who’s about to take the college entrance exam, asking if she had enough money.

What a reversal.

After going downstairs, Jiang Nian hurriedly bought breakfast. As soon as he entered the school gate, he saw a figure who had been waiting for a long time.

"Wait a minute." Zhou Haifei stopped him.

"Hmm?"

"The question bank the teacher gave us, I made a copy." Zhou Haifei handed him a set of bound materials.

"Question bank?" Jiang Nian was momentarily confused. After taking it, he found out it was some trial questions on psychological knowledge.

For a moment, his eyelids twitched.

He suddenly understood, this psychology knowledge competition was specifically organized for Zhou Haifei.

Anyway, it’s the school’s budget, doesn’t matter when it’s held.

Oh Lan Lan.

"If I’ve seen the questions, what about you?" Jiang Nian flipped through it, glancing at Zhou Haifei.

"Even a silver award... has prize money." Zhou Haifei said somewhat embarrassed.

She didn’t know why, but the psychology teacher seemed to particularly like her. To the point of organizing a competition.

For the first time, she felt what it’s like to experience manipulation.

When she expressed her concerns.

Lan Lan just casually said, "It’s the budget, doesn’t matter who gets it."

The campus path was enveloped in a light fog.

Hearing this, Jiang Nian waved his hand.

"Just memorize the questions well. If you don’t get at least the gold or silver award, then there’s no point in this competition arranged by the psychology teacher."

As for the amount of money, he didn’t ask.

Probably a few hundred.

Lan Lan is an adult, if the prize money was over a thousand, she wouldn’t hand out the question bank so easily, that’d be too stupid.

Obviously, that’s not possible.

Zhou Haifei couldn’t wrap her head around these twists and turns, just felt lucky to have met kind people.

"Hmm."

After going upstairs.

Huang Fang looked up from her seat and glanced at him.

"Are you giving a speech today?"

"Yeah."

Normally, there’s no morning self-study on Monday. Unless there are no leader speeches after the flag-raising.

Plus, this time there’s no midterm test due to the end-of-term exam.

So, at 7:05.

All Class 3 students gathered at the sports field. After lining up to raise the flag, various award ceremonies followed.

"Aren’t you going to prepare?" Huang Fang asked him.

"No need, nothing much to prepare." Jiang Nian calmly wrote down questions, "I’ll go over there once the flag-raising starts."

Huang Fang looked puzzled, "You sure you’ll make it?"

"I will, I won’t use the stairs." Jiang Nian folded the test paper, "It takes others two minutes to go downstairs, takes me only two seconds."

Huang Fang: "???"

She didn’t know what was up with Jiang Nian, but as someone who knows the most secrets, she could guess some of it.

Surely... not planning something?

"You know me, I’m always tight-lipped." Huang Fang said, "Normally, how do I treat you?"

Jiang Nian glanced at her, "I’ll drag you down with me."

Huang Fang: "..."

At seven o’clock, the broadcast turned on.

Class 3 boarding students didn’t need to go to the classroom. They finished breakfast around the scheduled time and headed to the sports field via the campus path.

"Cough cough!!!" Yang Qiming couldn’t stop coughing on the way.

"Catching a cold?" Wu Jungu asked.

"Did you fly a plane on the rooftop again?" Zeng You said lamenting, "You fool, making Jill catch the cold breeze for you."

"No, Brother Yang did it because...." Huang Caicai racked his brains, trying to defend Yang Qiming’s image, but ran out of words.

"Because of... love!"

"Cough cough cough!!" Yang Qiming’s coughing intensified, "Damn it, I have to visit the nunnery at noon."

Lin Dong: "What on earth?"

Liu Yang was in line and saw someone from Class 3 in the crowd. He couldn’t help but take a glance and then quietly moved away.

It’s not that he was being finicky, but he couldn’t afford to fall ill.

Recently, he’d been getting along well with the girl class representative from the neighboring class, and catching a cold during this critical time meant they couldn’t travel together for the end-of-term.

In the girls’ line.

"Where’s Jiang Nian?" Wang Yuhe tiptoed and looked around, then turned to Chen Yunyun, "He’s not coming again."

"He’s giving a speech on stage." Chen Yunyun explained.

"Really?" Wang Yuhe was both surprised and a little curious, "I wonder what he’ll say later."

The flag-raising ceremony began, and Jiang Nian was bored backstage.

"You’re giving a speech?"

Xu Shuang stood in front of him, slightly surprised. Wearing a formal dress with a blue down jacket over it.

She shook the materials in her hand and seemed relieved.

"I need to check the script with you."

"You’re...." Jiang Nian looked around, not quite sure, uttering a bit hesitantly, ".....from the student union?"

"Not anymore, the teacher just asked me to help." Xu Shuang waved her hand and started coordinating with Jiang Nian.

The two of them chattered away, and Jiang Nian found a last-minute change.

Sure enough, after the flag-raising came the long speeches from the leaders. Then the commendations began, for outstanding students in school and in the province.

Jiang Nian’s certificate and prize were held by Xu Shuang, the host.

The commendations over, Xu Shuang held the microphone and announced the next part.

"Next, let’s welcome, with applause, the representative of the provincial outstanding students, Classmate Jiang Nian, to come up and give a speech!"

The formation below, Class 3 burst into applause.

"Damn, here he comes!"

Jiang Nian came up wearing a black denim jacket with a casual yet stylish blue shirt underneath and cargo pants.

As he went on stage, Xu Shuang whispered a last-minute change.

"You’re giving the speech?"

From where the Class 3 group was, it looked as if they were whispering something secret, causing a stir.

"Holy crap!"