CHAPTER 732: CHAPTER 570: QI XUE’S UNFAIRNESS

The school gate.

"Mr. Xu, what’s in your backpack?" Jiang Nian reached out to lift Xu Qianqian’s backpack—it was remarkably heavy.

"Books!" Xu Qianqian replied, "With so many days off, I’m bringing my books back home little by little."

"This many, and little by little?" Jiang Nian was amazed, "You laze around like a pig during break, can you even finish reading them?"

Xu Qianqian knew he was blunt, but didn’t expect him to be this sharp-tongued.

"Do you think it’s appropriate to say that?"

"What?"

"Is that something a human would say?"

Jiang Nian glanced at her, "If I’m speaking nonsense and you still understand, what are you but the second-in-command Pigsy?"

Xu Qianqian was momentarily at a loss for a comeback. Feeling indignant, she eventually blurted out.

"You’re digging your own grave!"

Song Xiyun watched the two squabble, unable to help but smile. As she smiled, she couldn’t help thinking about Zhao Qiuxue.

This year she definitely won’t be returning; wonder if she’s busy over there.

Even though she missed her, she didn’t show it outwardly. After all, spending New Year’s alone wasn’t exclusive to her.

"By the way, you all come to my place for New Year’s Eve dinner in a few days," Jiang Nian said. "My mom loves having a crowd."

"You all know I’m pretty introverted. Once I sit at the dinner table, I become invisible."

At this, both girls burst into laughter.

"You’re introverted?" Xu Qianqian scoffed.

Song Xiyun nodded without saying a word.

Jiang Nian defended himself, "How am I not introverted? I even dare not snatch someone else’s money while walking down the street."

Xu Qianqian: "...."

The three of them turned from the main road into an alley, almost home.

Suddenly, Xu Qianqian sighed.

"Speaking of New Year’s Eve dinner, I wonder if my dad will come home for New Year. Most likely... he won’t."

At these words, Jiang Nian glanced at her.

Old Xu had already transferred to a hospital in another city before Song Xiyun moved in; he probably wouldn’t be back for some time.

All he saw was sadness, a place hard to walk away from.

Jiang Nian understood that restraining oneself excessively is untenable. If depression turns into illness and something happens, everything is lost.

Leaving is also healing.

As long as Xu Qianqian is around, Old Xu won’t lose hope. It’s his only anchor in the world.

If he came back, he’d have no face to meet Aunt.

As Xu Qianqian finished speaking, the atmosphere dampened immediately.

Without thinking, Jiang Nian spoke up.

"Hey, just think of Uncle Xu on vacation. The rarest thing for adults is having time to themselves."

Song Xiyun, unsure what to say originally, chimed in to comfort her.

"Yeah..."

While the two girls chatted, Jiang Nian interjected unexpectedly.

"If you really miss Uncle Xu, you can call Old Jiang ’Dad.’ He’s always wanted a daughter anyway."

"Puh!" Xu Qianqian spat at him.

She was as clever as snow, knowing well what little thoughts someone had. It was practically Sima Zhao’s intentions, known to everyone.

"Want to take advantage of me, not a chance."

"How’s that taking advantage? It’s a win-win situation," Jiang Nian said while heading upstairs, his gaze sweeping past Song Xiyun.

He thought to himself, how many daughters does Old Jiang want?

Case solved.

It’s all Old Jiang’s fault.

What is that saying, the faults of the child rest on the parent’s failure to teach? The ancestors’ words do hold some truth.

After going upstairs, Jiang Nian said goodbye to the two girls and returned next door.

After a quick cleanup, he sat at his desk.

Click, the lamp was turned on, time to get busy.

Qingbao had hinted before—the final exam scores are likely to bring in cash. Next semester awards are happening, money again.

Making money off the school, happy spending.

....

The next day, final exams.

Jiang Nian got up early and ate a bowl of tri-flavored noodles, paying attention to the exam ritual. He took advantage of his route and bought fruity milk and red bean soy milk.

Soy milk cools quickly; he even used an insulated bag.

How he got the insulated bag—it was coordinated with Li Hua. Along the way, snagged two packs of warming pads from Yu Zhiyi.

Working together under one rule, coordination among each other is quite normal.

"Fangfang, morning."

Jiang Nian set down the soy milk and fruity milk, as usual, greeted Huang Fang. The classroom was already set up like a high-stakes exam.

"To be up so early for exams, what time did you sleep yesterday?"

"Past ten."

"Not bad, I was..... past two." Jiang Nian’s reply made Huang Fang in the front row tense.

Next second, Huang Fang turned around with a stunned expression.

"What time?"

Not being able to surpass Jiang Nian was always Huang Fang’s worry. She couldn’t believe he was grinding the night before exams.

She couldn’t contain herself, "Why’s your energy so high?"

Jiang Nian stroked his chin and thought for a while, "About half a year ago, purely by chance, I was lying at home."

"Suddenly felt parched, then I got up to open the fridge and drank two bottles of Nutrient Drinks. Afterward, I wasn’t thirsty anymore."

Huang Fang’s expression vanished instantly, utterly speechless.

"...."

But aside from Zhizhi, everyone else in the group was exceptionally peculiar. She was used to it and soon calmed down.

In no time, Li Hua slid into the classroom.

"Use the nunchucks quickly!"

"Oh darn!"

"Didn’t sleep all night, so tired." Li Hua grumbled, lying flat on his seat, ready to sleep.

"Took off?"

"Don’t speak, I went gaming." Li Hua pointed at Jiang Nian, refusing association with tyrant filth.

As morning self-study neared, more people reached the classroom.

"Hello hello."

Zhang Ningzhi was full of energy, placing her bag down. Seeing the fruity milk on the desk, her eyes narrowed.

"Thanks."

Then she handed a box of lemon tea to Jiang Nian.

"No problem, superstar." Jiang Nian waved, "Since we’re in the same exam room, could you help me....."

"What?" Zhang Ningzhi looked somewhat confused.

"Let me copy your math."