Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance-Chapter 922 - 673: Compared to Zhang Ningzhi

Early morning self-study, the atmosphere in group six was gloomy.

Zhang Ningzhi was catching up on homework, Li Hua was already up to 'k' in his vocabulary, while Zeng You was still feeling melancholic about having his shoes peed on.

Except for Jiang Nian, he was holding a mini version of Ah Shuai and occasionally let out a laugh, then turned to ask.

"Hua, do you celebrate International Women's Day?"

"Fuck off! What's it got to do with me?" Li Hua covered his face with his vocabulary book, only exposing a pair of lecherous eyes.

"Really? Then the eunuchs have no holiday."

"Chi Shi!"

"Hehe." Ma Guojun distractedly came over to mock, "He's skilled at Shrinking Yang into the Belly."

"Chi Shi, Chi Shi!"

Zhang Ningzhi covered her ears, not wanting to hear obscene language. She glanced at Jiang Nian, sensing something was amiss internally.

This guy is used to sitting with the class monitor, but clearly, I was here first.

The first exam was English. Jiang Nian yawned before changing seats and "Accuracy" swiped Li Hua's eraser.

Midway through the exam, Qianbao came in and wandered around twice.

The old lady looked around, saw no leaders, and quietly exited the classroom with a phone in hand.

As the exam neared its end, she came back again. After circling the classroom, she stood next to Jiang Nian.

Jiang Nian looked up, "Hmm?"

Qianbao clasped her hands behind her back, trying to look serious, and nodded.

"Mm-hmm."

Jiang Nian: "???"

A while later, Qianbao came down again.

Jiang Nian looked puzzled, and when she walked past, he suddenly stretched out his arm to cover his answer sheet.

Qianbao: "...."

During the big break, an intermission.

Li Hua squatted at the desk, nearly squeezing his head into the hole, flipping around with a flushed face.

"Where's my eraser?"

Jiang Nian stood by his side, kindly reminding him.

"Did it drop on the ground?"

"Chi Shi!" Li Hua stood up and grabbed Jiang Nian's collar, "Where did you hide my eraser?"

"Hey hey, don't wrongfully accuse me."

Zhang Ningzhi's exam seat, also the weekly test seat, was in the corner of the classroom with the water dispenser. Two rows down from the window.

During the English exam, her lack of sleep kicked in. Her eyelids grew heavy, and the words on the test paper appeared smaller and smaller.

She barely finished the exam, feeling utterly drained.

"If you're tired, take a nap." Jiang Nian was playfully fighting with Li Hua and happened to pass by, "The next one is still math."

"I'm not." Zhang Ningzhi blushed slightly, forcing herself to stay spirited, "I'm not tired."

She tried hard to widen her grape eyes, more like she was acting cute.

"See!"

Jiang Nian shrugged, took off his jacket, casually folded it into a rectangle, and handed it over.

"Here, a pillow for you."

Zhang Ningzhi hesitated with embarrassment, speaking softly.

"Aren't you cold?"

The classroom was noisily bustling, so no one paid attention to the corner.

"I don't feel cold." Jiang Nian said indifferently, ready to retrieve it, "If you don't want it, never mind."

"I want it." Zhang Ningzhi pursed her lips and became cheerful again, "If you get cold, just call me."

Though she knew it was almost pointless to say, she still advised lest Jiang Nian was cold but insisted on holding it in.

"Alright."

The moment Zhang Ningzhi fell asleep, it was like sinking into a sea filled with the subtle fragrance of laundry powder.

She just felt warm and at ease, the tightness at the back of her head slowly melting away, making her fall asleep instantly.

Seeing her asleep, Jiang Nian noticed her eyes were closed and her cheeks slightly puffed, thinking to himself truly an adorable Zhizhi.

Class time approached, Jiang Nian woke her up.

"Huh? Did I oversleep?" Zhang Ningzhi felt a bit embarrassed, hurriedly stood up, and handed him back the jacket.

"Here, your clothes."

Jiang Nian accepted it, seamlessly put it on, and returned to the exam seat before the math teacher entered the classroom.

Just as he sat down, Li Qingrong glanced at him.

"Hmm?" Jiang Nian turned his head.

Li Qingrong's gaze lowered slightly, landing on his clothes. Then she turned away, receiving the test paper passed from the front.

Jiang Nian: "???"

He was bewildered, glanced at his jacket. His eyelids twitched slightly; it couldn't be just because of the clothes.

It's not the first time he lent his clothes to Zhizhi.

Strange.

He was about to ask something when the math teacher on the podium coughed, interrupting his actions.

"Attention all students, when you reach question five in the multiple-choice. Change the conditions for choice c to..."

"Choose c." someone shouted.

Instantly, the classroom erupted in laughter.

Jiang Nian laughed along, but felt a gaze. He slightly turned his head, meeting the class monitor's eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Li Qingrong shook her head and withdrew her gaze.

He predicted the class monitor would say nothing's wrong; if she did, then something truly was up, so he spoke before she could.

"Say it at lunch?"

"Alright."

Rustling, as time passed. The sound of writing gradually filled the classroom, like silkworms nibbling on mulberry leaves.

...

At noon.

Jiang Nian and Li Qingrong went downstairs together, walked out of the school gate, and headed back along the road to Jing Mansion.

"Qingqing."

"Hmm."

"About this morning..."

"Let's grab something to eat together." Li Qingrong pointed to the store across the street, interrupting his words.

"Huh?"

Jiang Nian was slightly puzzled, "Your sister's still at home, aren't you going back to eat with her?"

Li Qingrong glanced at him, "Do you want to eat with her?"

"No."

The class monitor's words carried a lot of implications. Wanting to have a meal with the sister-in-law felt like a few gigabytes of plot.

Nevertheless, Jiang Nian made the right choice first.

"I want to be with you."

"Alright." Li Qingrong nodded, as they were preparing to cross the road, she suddenly asked, "What about Zhang Ningzhi?"

"What?"

"Compared to Zhang Ningzhi?" Li Qingrong looked forward, her hair gently lifted by the breeze.

"Who do you want to be with more?"