The empty living room. Li Qingrong leaned on the sofa alone, with the French windows on the balcony wide open. The cold wind gusted in, making it feel desolate and chilly. Li Lanying left, leaving her alone again in the huge house. But she didn’t mind. She just looked up at the ceiling. Thinking about Jiang Nian’s scores in three exams, she couldn’t help but fall into contemplation. "Set too high, can’t achieve." "But if set too low, the effect is very limited." She silently calculated various scores, referenced the progress of friends in the experimental class, and mentally worked out a number. On the other side, Jiang Nian’s phone vibrated, receiving a message. Seeing this, Jiang Nian instantly sat up straight. You think I’m a super genius? The 616 points in my arms haven’t even warmed up yet, and there’s a bit of luck involved. After all, it was the last moment, using [validation] as a trick. Physics scored way more than usual, which led to the 616. If judging by the real level, Jiang Nian could at most score around 608. Quite far from 650. To put it simply, if calculated , Jiang Nian is done for. From six hundred to six hundred fifty, it’s a forty-point chasm to tackle. So, Jiang Nian switched to another set of calculations. He has an absolutely major advantage in certain subjects, fixed 140 in English, biology can be stable above ninety. If no mistakes are made, normally. With a bit of effort and some luck, 130 in math is not a problem. No matter how Chinese is tested, there’s always a hundred. Leaving chemistry and physics, each needs to score eighty-five. Hmm... (female colleague gesture), that’s only 630. Obviously, his English won’t just score 140, biology won’t just stop at ninety, Chinese cannot always be that low either. Three subjects, each contributing five points. Looking at it this way, it seems like there’s not much of a problem. So, Jiang Nian didn’t agree directly, but cautiously chose to change the topic, talking about the reward for improving scores. Money, certainly, can’t be taken. Jiang Nian messaged, "Qingqing, you can’t give money, money can’t motivate learning. (certain)" A few seconds later, Li Qingrong replied. After a while, Li Qingrong sent a reply. "Then what do you want?" Seeing this, Jiang Nian couldn’t help but smile. He was directly hooked, then twisted and rolled on the bed. Forget it, considering reality. If I really get it and can’t claim it, isn’t it all in vain? He twisted for a little while on the bed and gradually calmed down. Thinking maybe this wasn’t right, it’s an achievement after all. Aren’t grades a personal matter? The class president has to offer a reward for my grades. Thinking , Jiang Nian recalled his human side. Occasionally, one still needs a bit of humanity’s brilliance. If I lose, I’ll owe myself to... Feels like taking advantage. To be honest, Jiang Nian still doesn’t understand what the class president lacks. If worst comes to worst, offering a birthday gift is an option. Let Li Hua be in charge of transport, reminding him not to eat red dates. He thought for a moment, cleverly replied. "I want a little bit of physical contact, of course not the intimate kind, I am a proper person." Jiang Nian immediately replied, "Pretend I didn’t say that." The topic just sunk like that, neither score nor reward was settled. Which is good, a constant feeling of indebtedness. What if one day, the class president says they lack a kidney for cooking. Wouldn’t I not be able to refuse? Can only offer the new pork kidney from the kitchen. The essence of married life is indeed the simple three daily meals. Time ticked away, and Jiang Nian’s eyelids grew heavier. Since he had already washed up, he could close his eyes without worry. When he opened his eyes again, it would presumably be morning. Check if the class president replied, or simply didn’t. Half-awake and half-asleep, the phone screen lit up. Jiang Nian’s eyelid twitched, but he couldn’t open them. When he woke up again, he found the room’s top light wasn’t off. He opened his eyes groggily, still in the middle of the night. The whole person was in a daze for a while, completely unaware of what he was doing. Until he regained consciousness, he hurriedly searched for his phone. "Damn, accidentally fell asleep." Turning on the phone, it was after three in the morning. He was briefly stunned, then continued to check the class president’s messages. Li Qingrong: "A kiss?" Instantly, Jiang Nian stood straight up from the bed. Staring at the message page in his hand, he was dumbfounded for a good seven or eight seconds. Swallowing a mouthful, he made a noise of disbelief. Originally, he didn’t want to bring it up himself, but guessed maybe the class president would refuse or something else, yet the reward was a kiss. Now it’s not him kissing, it’s the class president kissing. The class president is an honest person, would certainly not skimp on quality. This time, Jiang Nian truly felt elated, even the psychological burden was lifted. Jiang Nian coughed, slightly calmed his emotions, then replied. Unexpectedly, as soon as he sent it, the phone buzzed from a response. This time, Jiang Nian was bewildered, the joy vanishing instantly. Was she waiting for the message this late? If true, it made Jiang Nian feel greatly at fault. He furrowed his brows, typing to inquire. "Why aren’t you asleep?" After a while, Li Qingrong replied. "Message couldn’t be unsent." Jiang Nian was puzzled, every response from the class president was unexpected. But on reflection, it all made sense in a way.