Jiang Nian was out of it the whole morning.
Except for those in love, hardly anyone in senior year wants to be in class. It’s even worse on rainy days; the classroom is stuffy with a bunch of odd smells.
Besides stepping out with Zhang Ningzhi to get some fresh air in the morning, or filling up on hot water, nothing else seemed interesting.
The rest is just tired, tired, tired, then collapsing onto the desk and falling asleep in a second. Once a bit of energy is regained, class starts again, draining it all over before replenishing, repeating endlessly.
Jiang Nian just woke up and noticed the class leader walking down the aisle. It seemed like Li Qingrong sensed his gaze because she even turned her head to meet his eyes momentarily.
No denying it, the class leader’s looks are outstanding.
He watched her; Li Qingrong wasn’t wearing her uniform, just a gray and white jacket which made her look so youthful. Her hairstyle was nice too, a neat low ponytail.
The class leader really loves those bear hair bands, with a cold face, looking adorably cute.
Would love to... never mind.
Half a month into the semester, Jiang Nian discovered something interesting.
Class leaders in other classes either have the strength to control the class or are adept in social skills.
But their class leader was kind of odd, she doesn’t really manage things or talk much.
Logically, the discipline committee and study committee might have opinions. After all, if the class leader is ineffective, their workload increases, taking away from study time.
Yet somehow... they don’t. The loyalty of the discipline committee and study committee (aluminum copper) is scarily high.
In case of class chaos, the discipline committee would go crazy while the class leader watches curiously. The discipline committee still manages, impressive indeed.
In another class, at this point, the discipline committee would be yelling "xxx, speak up, are you going to handle this?"
Jiang Nian seriously suspected that Li Qingrong became the class leader simply because of her strong personal charm.
Like last week’s sports meet, where three people didn’t get any bottled spring water. Li Qingrong gave up hers, and instantly seven or eight others followed suit. Another seven or eight, too late, could only quietly put theirs back.
Jiang Nian was stunned at the time; solving the problem at its root, huh? How do you divide three bowls of water among four leaders? Three leaders would automatically take down the fourth one.
But it’s worth watching; the class leader would eventually look away, so every extra glance is a bonus.
The facts proved true; two seconds later, Li Qingrong disengaged from the eye contact. Without much reaction, she turned her head and walked the other way.
Jiang Nian propped his head up and smiled, watching pretty girls, makes one happy.
He turned his head and found Zhang Ningzhi, who was previously sleeping on the desk, was unexpectedly awake now.
The little girl was holding a thermos and drinking hot water, darting a sidelong glance at him. She didn’t say anything, yet seemed to say everything, as she pulled out her physics paper to start copying mistakes.
Jiang Nian felt a bit awkward and coughed.
"The blackboard is a bit reflective, huh."
Zhang Ningzhi: "What you were just looking at didn’t seem like the blackboard."
The whole morning was spent listening to test paper explanations, making people drowsy.
Outside, the rain didn’t stop, giving Li Hua a troubled look. With the risk of soaking his shoes going home, he decided to make an ancestral-defying decision.
"Nian, I’m not going home for lunch today, planning to eat at the cafeteria with you."
Jiang Nian glanced at Li Hua’s shoes, shook his head, and said.
"It’s raining and there are puddles on the road, and you’re telling me you’re wearing mesh running shoes and want to eat at the cafeteria?"
"What’s wrong? Anta, it’s a branded product."
"Anta? With mesh shoes, you don’t deserve to compete for food." Jiang Nian was a bit speechless, "So many puddles on the road, are you planning to ballet jump across them in those shoes?"
"Senior sissy, dreaming of a full canteen aunt."
"Save your strength, loser." Jiang Nian pointed to the trash can in the corner of the classroom, "Just rummage through there for lunch."
"Your mom!" Li Hua was agitated.
Zhang Ningzhi, pretending to do exercises while eavesdropping all along, had kept a straight face since the break after the second class, but couldn’t hold back at the mention of ballet.
Involuntarily imagining that scene, she couldn’t help but chuckle, attracting Jiang Nian’s attention, and she quickly pressed her lips together.
But it was so funny, her cheeks puffed up like a hamster, making Jiang Nian laugh too.
"Stop laughing." Zhang Ningzhi covered her face, seeing he kept laughing, she slumped onto the desk.
Li Hua, next to them, was curious, "What’s so funny?"
"Nothing, just saw a hamster run along the wall."
Zhang Ningzhi’s face turned bright red as if hot sugar water had passed through her chest. She decided to talk less to Jiang Nian today, no... two days.
After school, Jiang Nian dragged Li Hua along, violently opened the umbrella, and dashed into the rain.
Sure enough, Miss Li Hua was performing ballet on the puddle-covered playground.
Standing on tiptoe, shouting "It’s branded, Anta!", making Jiang Nian’s prostate flare up.
"Anta on your feet, the stock price would plummet!"
First and second-year losers filed out, colorful umbrellas all over the rainy playground. From above it looked like pieces of tarpaulin, constantly spinning.
The sky was drearily gray.
Li Hua and Jiang Nian left the cafeteria together, frowning for half a minute, but still couldn’t help asking.
"We both lined up for the same dish, why did you get half a scoop more than me?"
He watched as the cafeteria aunt shook half a scoop for him, then turned and gave Jiang Nian a full one, even adding half a scoop more, though he later took that half scoop back from Jiang Nian.
There was something fishy! Didn’t expect Jiang Nian to be this kind of person, selling his innocence for a scoop of food.