Xu Qianqian rolled her eyes at him, "No."

Song Xiyun also said, "Sit down and eat, we just finished setting up not long ago. What should we put in first?"

"Throw in the ones that aren't easy to cook." Jiang Nian thought for a moment and threw in a few pieces of sweet corn.

Xu Qianqian: "..."

Sliced beef, placed in plastic trays. Stacked one on top of another, the amount wasn't too much but not overboard either.

We're not seasoned foodies, just here for the fun.

"Try the beef tripe." Jiang Nian picked a piece with his chopsticks, dipped it in the sauce, blew on it, and stuffed it into his mouth, crispy and chewy.

In contrast, the two girls ate more gracefully.

Xu Qianqian slowly picked up the beef, staring intently at the boiling hot pot, and picked it up after counting enough time.

Song Xiyun chewed carefully and occasionally wiped her mouth.

Looking at a certain someone, sigh~ can't bear to watch.

The red soup in the pot was bubbling, meat slices rolling inside. Steaming and sizzling, it gave a sense of happiness.

After a while, the three of them were about seventy percent full.

Xu Qianqian drank cola while sliding her phone, "They're playing games on the lawn."

"What game?" Song Xiyun, playing her puzzle game, leaned over for a glance, "Oh, the handkerchief game."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian remembered that they skipped class. But it's not a big deal, the fourth class was doing activities.

Lawn party, as the name implies, free activities.

Having hotpot seems reasonable, right?

The three of them were familiar with each other, Xu Qianqian and the others were comfortable in front of Jiang Nian, and after they were full, each played on their phone.

Even if no one spoke, it wasn't awkward.

Jiang Nian put down his chopsticks, suddenly looked up and said, "Does this count as a hotpot party?"

"I guess, remember to clean the pot later."

"Oh."

"How did they play that game? The handkerchief game is a bit terrifying, kind of nerve-wracking."

Jiang Nian glanced at Song Xiyun and seamlessly joined the conversation.

"Indeed, having your back turned to someone is the scariest. By the way, should we take a photo together to document this?"

"Okay."

"Sure."

The three took some photos, ate and chatted until the evening self-study bell rang, realizing it was late.

Seeing they were finished, Jiang Nian started cleaning up.

"It's about time to head back." Xu Qianqian stood up and stretched a bit, "I'm so full."

Song Xiyun: "The class activity should be over by now."

The two girls chatted like this, but didn't actually leave, instead one wandered around the dorm, and the other helped wipe the table.

Xu Qianqian suddenly made a sound and pointed at two boxes of tea leaves.

"Did you buy these tea leaves?"

"A gift from someone else." Jiang Nian was cleaning the pot, without much explanation, "It's good for a refreshing break after lunch."

"Alright." She pursed her lips, not caring too much, "You've got so much stuff in your fridge."

"Still storing so much milk?"

"That's someone else's, um..." Jiang Nian didn't turn around, "The school wouldn't actually let me keep it all myself."

"Oh oh." Xu Qianqian closed the refrigerator door quickly, as if avoiding someone else's privacy.

"You should've said so earlier, I almost took it."

Jiang Nian said, "Uh... It wouldn't really be a big deal, um... That person is pretty nice, gave me half."

"Well, still not appropriate." Xu Qianqian shook her head and wandered over to the balcony to look around.

The night wind blew, cooling her hotpot-warmed face.

She gazed at the unfamiliar night view outside the balcony, the dim whitish lights flickering, a horn sounded from the roadside.

Unconsciously, she smiled, thinking to herself, this is pretty nice.

....

Meanwhile.

Jiang Nian smelled like hotpot, even changing his jacket couldn't hide it, so he simply went straight to the classroom.

Li Hua, with a dog's nose, sniffed around.

"Red oil hotpot."

Jiang Nian said nothing, taking out his papers to start writing. Li Hua, however, didn't give up, observing for a while and then asked.

"Where'd you go?"

"Hotpot outside school, why are you so nosy?" Jiang Nian was a bit annoyed but still chose his words carefully.

"With whom?" Li Hua was suspicious.

"Friends from a previous class," Jiang Nian said, "Graduating soon, it makes sense to have a farewell meal, right?"

"Alright." Li Hua couldn't find any fault, "Really envy you guys moving up a class, having old classmates around."

"Unlike me, who was immediately put into the Olympic competition."

Jiang Nian: "...."

What a jerk, truly shameless.

Zhang Ningzhi initially eavesdropped until Li Hua's verbal jab included her too.

"Leader, now my scores are about the same as yours, does that mean your Olympic competition was in vain?"

"Chi Shi!!"

Li Hua felt stabbed, who would start with a "night raid", almost giving him a heart attack with that kick.

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river...."

However, no one paid attention.

In the back row, Li Qingrong looked up at Jiang Nian for a moment, then lowered her gaze slightly, continuing to work on her papers.

Fourth period of evening self-study.

The hotpot smell on Jiang Nian had dissipated, the classroom was bustling with low conversations.

Zeng You glanced at Wu Jungu's desk, "You bought so much new stationery, you'll never use it all, right?"

"For the college entrance exam," Wu Jungu paused, explaining, "It's good luck, just in case."

"Also, this brand's pens are actually better than the one you're using, um... you didn't bring a pen?"

"Threw it away." Zeng You casually replied, "I made a bet with Ma Guojun, I'm about to win."

"Haha, gotta buy new ones!"

Wu Jungu: "...."

Zhang Ningzhi heard this, deep in thought. She planned to buy a set, and immediately thought of Jiang Nian.

"What brand of pens do you like? I'll get you a set?"

"Oh, I'm not picky about that." Jiang Nian waved his hand, "Um, I'm used to using Li Hua brand stationery."

Zhang Ningzhi was searching her mind for brands like Deli and M&G, momentarily lost.

"Is there such a brand?"

Li Hua couldn't hold it in, grabbed him by the neck, "Chi Shi Chi Shi! Jiang Nian, you big brute!!"

After evening self-study was over.

Jiang Nian wasn't in a rush to head home, since it'd be just him on the road, Xu Qianqian and the others already went home to wash their hair.

The hotpot smell would probably be embarrassing too.

He was about to leave when he saw Li Qingrong hadn't left yet, so he went over and casually asked.

"Qingqing, do you have a summer uniform?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." Jiang Nian felt it was a pity, those summer uniforms being quite thick, so he didn't wear them often.

"If you didn't have one, I've got a spare."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingrong glanced at him.

"Then bring it tomorrow."

"Hmm?" He mentioned it casually, didn't expect the class leader to agree, "Oh, that works too."

Hmm...

"What about yours?"

"It's too short, doesn't fit."

"Oh."

After greeting Li Qingrong, he leisurely headed home. After freshening up, he found his unworn summer uniform at the bottom of his drawer.

Hardly worn, it looked new.

He brought it to his nose, sniffed gently. The two pieces had identical scents, giving a strange sense.

One will be worn by the class leader tomorrow.

....

The next day.

Jiang Nian got up early, freshened up, and headed to school. In the classroom were a few scattered students, all wearing summer uniforms under their jackets.

"Fangfang, morning."

Huang Fang was bent over her papers, her summer uniform a bit old, but well-cleaned given how often she wore it.

At his words, she turned to look at Jiang Nian.

"Hmm?"

Jiang Nian could sense her gaze pause on him, and he smugly said.

"Limited new skin, how's it?"

Huang Fang: "....."

After one look, she lost interest and turned away dismissively, "Hmm, looks pretty energetic."

Annoyed!

Jiang Nian couldn't take such cold treatment and wandered to her row ahead, "Give somewhat an opinion."

Huang Fang looked up, "My opinion is that this outfit suits you standing next to Zhizhi or the class...."

Jiang Nian broke into a cold sweat, quickly interrupting.

"I've always stood with the class, third class is the warmest family for me, just so you know."

Too frightening, straight-up a daytime assault.

Are you also learning Eight Gates Released Formation?

After a while, more classmates arrived, filling the room with lively chatter.

To be honest, white uniforms are classic.

"Hello hello." Zhang Ningzhi arrived, wearing a pink jacket with the summer uniform underneath.

"Hmm?"