Under the pitch-black senior building, Xu Qianqian meets Jiang Nian.
She walks a bit, suddenly turns her head, and looks at the brightly lit Building D in the distance, letting out a sigh.
"Those fifth-year students are really working hard."
"They have no retreat if they choose to repeat a year. The pressure is indeed huge." Jiang Nian uncharacteristically speaks sensibly and then remembers that grape-eyed girl.
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To be precise, a previous student who doesn’t enjoy the privilege to apply to military schools.
But she doesn’t seem very smart, better not pollute the army. Immediately send her to the repeat furnace, start the fire!
Xu Qianqian strolls forward, slowly turns her head to glance at him.
"By the way, I remember there’s a repeater in our building."
"Oh, Brother Mingming." Jiang Nian recalls and is suddenly puzzled, "Why don’t we see him when going up and down the stairs?"
Brother Mingming is a homebody with black-framed glasses; he doesn’t talk much. A quite normal person, just a bit introverted.
"Your mom mentioned Brother Mingming went home to study."
"Huh? Is that right?"
"How would I know if it’s right or not, who can say." Xu Qianqian rolls her eyes at him, "But, in our class, there’s a couple who went home to study."
"Yeah, it worked out." Xu Qianqian nods, giving him a look, "They got engaged last month, heard both families are quite satisfied."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian can’t help but laugh.
"This...this is kinda what... That couple in your class, are they preparing for exams or preparing to have a baby?"
The girl shrinks her sleeves, turning them into a tube, and exhales a misty breath.
"Who can say for sure."
Indeed, people from Zhen Nan do things in their own way.
If that couple really completed their life’s major events, it’s well-matched and saves concern. Parents help in taking care of the children, and those two go to college.
In the end, they graduate and take out the marriage certificate.
Advisor, extra points!
The two wander to the night snack stall.
Xu Qianqian suddenly stops, her eyes fixated on the steaming stall, unable to move.
Jiang Nian raided Yao Beibei’s snacks during evening study, so he’s not really hungry.
"No...I’m afraid of gaining weight. I’ve already had night snacks a few times this week."
"Hm? You’re not exactly plump now." Jiang Nian glances at the stall, "Let’s get a bunch of greens and a radish."
"But I want fish balls." Xu Qianqian admits guiltily.
"Frozen fish balls, even when cooked, are low in calories. Besides, by ordering greens and radish, it’s as if you didn’t eat at all."
"Alright then." Xu Qianqian, pouting, sways over.
Jiang Nian is in a good mood, teasing Xu Shao. But if he’s in a bad mood, it’s like... dieting while eating, might as well go home, okay?
Go home, kid, you’re more suited to be a pig.
Boys’ emotional intelligence should be as unpredictable as the wind because an Emperor is capricious.
Some might say, I’m emotionally intelligent.
Those with high emotional intelligence are decapitated, a VIP seat for Louis XVI.
Now it’s the 21st century, the Qing Dynasty has long perished. Playing up emotional intelligence is merely a farce; if she doesn’t like you, she just doesn’t.
Those who care need no coaxing, those who don’t can’t be convinced. If there’s at least 70% affection, you don’t have to act like a dog.
Jiang Nian strolls around, ordering tofu, kelp, and quail eggs.
"Don’t look at me, just eat yours."
When she was little, Xu Qianqian was quite obedient.
"Here comes the food!" The owner carries the freshly cooked pot and places it between them, "Take small bowls and chopsticks yourself."
On the small low table, the steaming hotpot fills the air with heat.
Quail eggs and fish balls soak in the broth, the tofu absorbs the soup fully. The tender white radish remains firm despite long cooking, and the wide vermicelli is glistening and springy.
Xu Qianqian, without much resistance, swallows a mouthful of saliva, habitually waiting for the meal to start.
"Mixed a sauce, same as before." Jiang Nian brings out a disposable small bowl and chopsticks, "Dig in, dig in."
When eating, Xu Qianqian is the most well-behaved.
"I don’t know why, but these past few days I just have no appetite in the afternoon, but after night study, I feel ravenous."
Jiang Nian bites into tofu soaked in broth, without even lifting his head.
"Go to hell!" Xu Qianqian punches him hard, "You just don’t get what it feels like to have no appetite."
"Ew, pervert!" Xu Qianqian looks at him with disdain, unwilling to discuss anything explicit, "Are you ready for the provincial joint exams?"
Jiang Nian hears this, scratches his chin.
"Our teacher set a goal of 640 for me, but I’m already aiming for 650."
"Six hundred fifty? You?" Xu Qianqian looks confused, hesitation evident on her face, "You don’t have to be so anxious."
Jiang Nian sees her fidgeting, her face starting to turn red.
Thinking silently that she’s imagining things again, but forget it. Even without the class leader’s bet, he would still aim for a higher score.
At least after the college entrance exam, while choosing preferences, he wouldn’t be too far from Xu Qianqian.
"Actually, it is quite urgent."
Jiang Nian fidgets a little, looking at her.
"Of course, I’m anxious to prepare for... not preparing for a baby, but preparing for exams."
"Pervert, go to hell!"
Early morning, in the empty classroom of Class 3.
Jiang Nian looks down at the desk, everyone has inexplicably gotten an extra math test paper, all a sea of white.
"When did Lin Dong hand these out?"
Huang Fang turns to look at the empty classroom, realizing he’s talking to her.
"After evening study last night, the class rep handed them out."
"Damn, what an animal!" Jiang Nian speaks frankly, "Just six hours in the afternoon, and they hand out another one?"
Huang Fang thinks for a moment, "Time is just like a sponge..."
Indeed, squeeze, and it stretches.