First evening study session.
Tao Ran looked up and shouted to the class.
"The two top students, go to the meeting."
Hearing this, Jiang Nian stood up from his seat. He didn’t agree with this label; what did they mean by the top students?
He had already stopped being in the special class, so why pair him up with a top student?
Forget it, for the greater good.
Both of them held their assignments, and one after the other, they walked out of the classroom. They happened to see people from other classrooms leaving as well.
In the dimly lit hallway, Yu Zhiyi and Jiang Nian kept a distance between each other.
No, it was actually thud thud thud.
Jiang Nian wore sneakers that didn’t make much noise unless the ground was too dry, which would then create a sharp squeaking sound.
Yu Zhiyi was different; she liked to wear shoes that made a thudding sound when walking.
Perhaps she thought it was cute.
Although... she indeed had the right to act cute, Jiang Nian wasn’t swayed by it, so he quickened his pace.
"Hey, wait for me." Yu Zhiyi got a bit anxious.
Hearing this, Jiang Nian suddenly squatted down, seemingly tying his shoelaces.
In response, a small smile appeared on Yu Zhiyi’s lips, thinking that he’s clearly a pretentious person, caring so much about face.
However, in the next second, as she reached Jiang Nian’s side,
Just as her rosy lips parted to say, "Let’s go," the boy suddenly sprinted, booming down the stairs!
In the blink of an eye, he had dashed down to the fourth-floor stairwell.
Yu Zhiyi was left dumbfounded, standing in the middle of the hallway.
What kind of person is this!
The loud noise from Jiang Nian’s takeoff drew the attention of teachers on the same floor, with several teachers peeking their heads out of classrooms.
The nearest class to Yu Zhiyi, a teacher stood at the door looking displeased.
"If you’re going to the meeting, hurry up, don’t disturb other students’ night study!"
"I... it wasn’t me." Yu Zhiyi couldn’t defend herself, muttered for a while, and left the hallway with a red face.
When she got downstairs, she was clenching her teeth in fury.
"Jiang Nian, you bastard!"
Outside classroom 304, Jiang Nian lingered for half a minute only to find Song Xiyun was gone.
He was about to head down the stairs when he looked up to see Yu Zhiyi coming down, directly giving him a death stare— an iconic scene, but the other person was clearly quite angry.
"Who upset you?" Jiang Nian looked puzzled.
Upon hearing this, Yu Zhiyi almost fainted from anger.
"I’m not your boyfriend, why should I guess?" Jiang Nian was speechless, "Egypt, whether you say it or not, I’m leaving."
"You!" Yu Zhiyi’s mind buzzed, and she quickly went downstairs, catching up with Jiang Nian to confront him.
"Why did you run just now in the hallway?"
Jiang Nian was startled and looked back at Yu Zhiyi.
"Which rule says you can’t run?"
"I..." Yu Zhiyi was at a loss for words, "The teacher didn’t catch you; he caught me, so you owe me one!"
"I’ll pay you back another day." Jiang Nian vaguely promised.
Yu Zhiyi originally thought Jiang Nian would argue with her, but unexpectedly, it was like punching a soft cushion, so she couldn’t say anything more.
Today she wore a white turtleneck sweater that accentuated her striking figure, topped with a khaki coat.
Her face was pure, and at a glance, her aura was pure yet alluring.
The staircase wasn’t spacious, and originally she and Jiang Nian walked one in front of the other. Intentionally walking together made it feel even more cramped.
After walking for a while, Jiang Nian stopped, unable to bear it any longer.
"You’re big, you go first."
"No, you’re the big one!" Yu Zhiyi’s fists clenched, and she couldn’t help but retort, "I’m actually very thin; you’re completely besmirching me."
Downstairs, they saw more students going to the meeting and joined the group heading to the administrative building.
"We’re potentials." Yu Zhiyi whispered to Jiang Nian among the crowd, "Are all these people too?"
"Probably, potential lady."
Jiang Nian’s eyes scanned the crowd but didn’t spot Song Xiyun. She was probably ahead, so he quickened his pace.
"Let’s take the elevator later, I know the administrative building well." Zhang Xiaofan walked at their side, appearing particularly eager.
"Students probably can’t use the elevator, right?" said Lv Xuan, a girl wearing a thin, light-colored down jacket.
Her face was delicate, her figure tall and slender, and her aura was like a lofty flower.
"Who cares, if we get caught we’ll talk about it." A boy named Sheng Zeyang, with a careless expression, "Let’s go up first, no need to tire ourselves out."
They were from the same class, senior year, liberal arts Olympic competition class 2.
The two were mid to upper level in class performance, just called for the meeting, and Zhang Xiaofan was just their ordinary friend.
"It’s fine; if there are leaders, you guys go ahead." Zhang Xiaofan patted his chest, acting all righteous.
Hearing this, Sheng Zeyang’s brows relaxed, and he said happily.
"Appreciate it, man."
The girl hesitated for a moment before also saying,
Zhang Xiaofan grinned ear to ear; his eagerness wasn’t out of cheapness.
But because these two were connections from a higher circle he could hardly join, he usually held them in high regard, wanting to curry favor... without many opportunities.
Sheng Zeyang’s family was well-off, his father bought a house in the priciest district downtown, and owned several companies, with deep connections.
In comparison, Zhang Xiaofan’s family just ran a small factory. They had some small connections, but mostly just plenty of money.
But money, unless to a certain extent, still faces various restrictions. Having money doesn’t equate to omnipotence.