The chubby Ma Guojun walked into the classroom and saw Li Hua defeatedly slumping over his desk, shaking his hips. He couldn’t resist and gave a heavy slap. The next second followed by Li Hua’s sharp outcry. "Old Ma, are you sick!" Ma Guojun chuckled mischievously and turned to ask Jiang Nian. "What’s this jerk freaking out about so early in the morning?" Jiang Nian glanced at Li Hua and uttered a line, "I don’t know. I find it hard to understand the thinking of a low-score kid like him." "Chi Shi Chi Shi!" Li Hua got up from the desk and grabbed Jiang Nian by the collar, "Is scoring a few points higher still considered high?" Jiang Nian brushed off his hand, saying indifferently. "Rounding off, leading by ten points. But I’m not really an expert in this area, so it should be around fifty points higher than yours." "You’re talking about Bull Demon!" Li Hua got anxious. "Seriously, you’re treating these few points like bargaining on Pinduoduo! But then again, are you even a user?" Seeing Li Hua’s changing expressions, everyone in the sixth group laughed. "Group leader, I scored one more point than you." Huang Fang suddenly turned around, hesitant, and added the final blow. Morning self-study period. A ray of morning sun slowly rose from the front of the teaching building, entering the classroom through the window. Li Qingrong propped a hand on the desk, flipping through the pages of a book lightly. Sunlight slanted from the side, dyeing her pupils golden. Her high ponytail lightly trembled, even the strands of hair were illuminated by the sunlight. She was in a good mood, perhaps because of the inexplicable conversation during last night’s self-study, though she really had no worries. Or rather, she used to have some, but not at the moment. If it were someone else, they might have been dwelling on gains and losses. But Li Qingrong’s dullness had long been the norm, almost a habit. In the past... it wasn’t either. It was just the drastic changes of these few years had an impact on her like a roller coaster. From one extreme to another. During puberty, it somewhat affected her personality, or to be blunt, it had a significant impact. After morning self-study. Li Qingrong saw Jiang Nian taking out his phone, secretly sending messages under the desk. It wasn’t that she deliberately looked, but Jiang Nian didn’t hide it at all. After sending, he showed her the reply when it came. "After the first class, I’m taking a leave to go out for a while, okay?" Li Qingrong glanced at him, not asking what he was taking leave for, just nodding in acknowledgment. In fact, her agreement wasn’t necessary either. He just had to show it to Cai Xiaoqing before leaving, as for the class leader... pure entertainment, Holy Emperor doesn’t meddle in trivial matters. Qianbao walked into the classroom just as the class bell was ringing, still following the classic open-window routine, then frowned and put her hands on her hips while scanning the class. "Why do you all look so sluggish?" Jiang Nian scratched his neck, being part of the "lethargic" crew. Woke up too early in the morning, not enough sleep. And the precious [Healing] skill had to be saved for the comprehensive science class in the afternoon. Isn’t this kind of formalistic? As everyone knows, ten minutes of nap in the classroom equals an hour at home. When you’re not too sleepy, sleeping more only makes you sleepier. Although following scientific rest patterns, as a veteran student of nine years of compulsory education. Do you still need an expert to teach you how to sleep? As the saying goes, a qualified old electrician knows if there’s electricity just by a touch. Sorry, Qianbao, I need to nap during your class. Jiang Nian first slumped on the desk, directly entering sleep mode. However, he was quickly noticed by the observant Qianbao, who didn’t care. The bad woman randomly found an excuse to call the drowsy Li Hua. Li Hua wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, glanced again at Jiang Nian sleeping beside him, and felt utterly speechless. He didn’t report because he, Li, was noble and righteous, but because this trick didn’t work on a 140-scorer like Jiang Nian. Miss Qian would only ask back, "Then how many points did you get in the last English mock exam?" So he remained silent, just picked up his book and walked to the back of the classroom. Like going home, leaning against the cold blackboard. The one who also groaned in comfort was Sun Zhicheng, who moved to the back of the classroom voluntarily to stay awake during class. The two exchanged a glance, feeling awkward, then quietly looked away. Qianbao clapped her hands, asking if anyone wanted to voluntarily perform a program. In the Chinese-style classroom, there’s no performance, only rigorous work. Of course, the answer was no. The entire class hesitated and muttered. "Why are you shy? Isn’t your class preparing a program for the New Year’s Day evening party at the end of the month?" Qianbao supported her forehead, somewhat speechless. "Teacher, each class only needs to prepare one program," the English class representative spoke up, "If it doesn’t work out, just do a group chorus." In terms of dodging tasks, teachers really can’t beat the student union. But Qianbao’s goal was achieved. The originally lifeless class was stirred up by her mention of the New Year’s Day party, and the class burst into lively discussions. "Is this evening party going to start in the afternoon? If it’s in the afternoon, it’ll be great, because there’s no atmosphere in the morning at all." "Does that mean we have the whole day off? Not coming is okay, right?" "I’ll definitely take leave. The programs are so boring. Sitting on the playground with nothing but blowing winds and fiddling with phones." "Uh... Is our class’s Psychological Commissioner going up?" "There’s no program, she and the Art Commissioner will have to go up, won’t they?" The Psychological Commissioner, Yu Zhiyi, who was at the center of the topic, only smiled silently when she heard this, putting on the rarely used glasses. Watashi, is no longer that kind of woman. What’s this mumbling? You Japanese woman! Yu Zhiyi sneered, adjusting the glasses representing culture and pretentiousness, thinking to herself that she’s already the Biology Representative. Sumimasen, not doing the Psychological Commissioner anymore. Of course, she didn’t say it out loud. After all, being able to juggle two roles feels good, claiming both positions. Being the Psychological Commissioner doesn’t usually require much; at most, she’s responsible for receiving psychological newspapers. Moreover, she and the Art Commissioner organize events requiring programs like these. Actually, the task in senior year isn’t about morality, intellect, physical activity, aesthetics, or labor. It’s okay to just submit any program. As long as no one objects, she can maintain both positions for a long time. But on another note, the role of Psychological Commissioner is purely for fun. For real benefits, it has to be the Biology Representative. After all, Qingbao’s Select No.002 progress in biology means a great improvement in comprehensive science. Qingbao’s title initially belonged to Jiang Nian, but Yu Zhiyi secretly NTR’ed it from him, taking it for herself. Gotta say, NTR feels quite satisfying. She plans to engage in a palace battle with Jiang Nian once she secures her position as Biology Representative, claiming her status as the queen! For now, she still has to flatter him. Jiang Nian, woken by the discussion, squinted at Zhang Ningzhi beside him. Seeing her eavesdropping, he couldn’t help but chuckle. "Did the teacher mention when this month’s New Year’s Day evening party is?" Zhang Ningzhi answered honestly upon hearing the question. "She said around the 25th, but she’s not sure. It might be delayed to the 27th or 28th." "That’s not bad, right?" Li Hua joined the chat from the back row, "Anyway, on New Year’s Eve, our class will have another event." "After watching the school’s performance, another event at class in a few days. That whole week with exams and test reviews, it’s like no classes at all." Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian couldn’t help but manually give Li Hua a thumbs-up. "You’re quite the planner, aren’t you?" "Of course, that’s how to get by." Li Hua felt quite smug, waiting for December to pass, then counting down to the New Year. The third-year high school life is only tough in two places. The super intense high school in some northern model, and... Douyin’s comment section. Once you really adapt, it’s pretty much like assembling screws in a factory. Standing for twelve hours a day, it’s just so-so. Because classes were inevitable, Qianbao soon stopped the discussion. This is the leeway of an old teacher, both energizing the class atmosphere and killing a few minutes, winning thoroughly from the start. Unfortunately, Jiang Nian slipped away in the second class. Before leaving, he didn’t forget to greet Zhang Ningzhi. Lest she mutters afterward, questioning him. Why didn’t you forget the class leader? Petty Ningzhi had a naturally sarcastic ability, which Jiang Nian didn’t want to experience a second time, so he had to honestly report. Finally, he greeted Cai Xiaoqing before leaving. Jiang Nian pulled a leave slip from his pocket and handed it to the security guard, who glanced at it and let him through, waving to signal he could pass. He stepped over the school gate, just as the class bell rang behind him. At nine o’clock, the sunlight was rather sparse. Jiang Nian stood on the slightly shady street by the school gate, briefly swiping his phone and received a message from the coach. Basically, asking if he’s free next week, if the teaching hours can be arranged, he can begin preparing for the second subject test. He replied with a positive response, estimating that he could finish the tests for subjects three and four by the end of the month and successfully obtain his driver’s license. While thinking about this, he suddenly heard light footsteps behind him. Turning around, indeed, he saw Song Xiyun looking shocked. "You... why are you here?" The girl’s eyes widened, like she’d seen a ghost, "Jiang Nian, you’re taking a leave too?" "Not taking a leave, Sister Zhao asked me to take you to the hospital for a check-up." Jiang Nian snapped his fingers, unable to resist a sly smile. According to the conservation of laughter principle, Song Xiyun didn’t find it funny. "Huh? My mom didn’t tell me..." The girl pulled out her phone, made a call, and after connecting, she looked dumbfounded. After hanging up, Song Xiyun turned and was about to walk back to school. Just as she took her first step, Jiang Nian’s unhurried voice came from behind, with a heavy sense of allure, like a devil’s whisper. "It’s free, no use is a waste." The girl’s lifted foot shamefully retracted back. "Free is the most expensive!" She said so, but her body was honest, still holding onto a sliver of hope, wanting to hear what Jiang Nian had to say. "Benefits between company families and the internal hospital, no matter how expensive, it’s the state paying." Jiang Nian rolled his eyes dramatically. "In theory, only designated people can enjoy it. But I know someone at the hospital, so..." Song Xiyun was persuaded, mainly because she had planned to freeload a check-up anyway, just that she originally thought her mom would take her. Having Jiang Nian instead wasn’t unacceptable.