Jiang Nian swore he would never play abstract again. Looking at the legs, it doesn’t really mean you need to look at the legs. It’s a classic internet probing phrase meaning to ask. Has our relationship reached the level where we can look at the legs? He didn’t expect that his casual abstract words would be exchanged by Chen Yunyun suddenly and far exceeded his expectations. The hazy images are great material for dreams. It wasn’t completely bright yet, Jiang Nian grabbed his bag, banged the door shut, and headed downstairs. While buying breakfast, he habitually NTR’d the dumpling shop owner. Pretending to buy buns, he leaned in front of the steaming shop to take a look. In the dumpling shop owner’s look of surprise at regaining an old customer, he turned his head without hesitation and went next door to buy a pancake and soy milk. So boss, what is life? High school senior floor. The corridor was foggy, and the front door of the classroom wasn’t open. Jiang Nian skillfully went around to the back. After entering the classroom, he threw his bag on the seat and glanced at the nearly empty classroom with only two people. "Mm." Emperor Fangfang was unusually aloof, writing the second-round Chinese materials that no one else was doing, "Did you do the Chinese homework?" Hearing this, Huang Fang was stunned and couldn’t help but turn her head to look at Jiang Nian. Her gaze was as if she saw Huang Gai beating Zhou Yu, a bit topsy-turvy. "What kind of talk is this, where’s my Motivational Star badge?" Jiang Nian searched himself, bragging endlessly. Suddenly, the tone shifted. "Chen Yunyun took it back for me to copy, round it up, and it’s like I did it." She couldn’t speak for a long time, finally squeezing out a line. "... Does Zhizhi know?" "Of course." Jiang Nian blew his hair. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet A classic move, here’s to the next fifteen years. Huang Fang pursed her lips and turned away. "What are you talking about, we’re all classmates here." Jiang Nian pointed at the informed person in front, "Don’t talk nonsense, if anything happens, I’ll come to you." She was literally a speechless cat meme, realizing that nothing good comes from straying into the White Tiger Hall. Knowing too much doesn’t make you happy. About ten minutes later, Li Hua barged into the classroom. "Jiang Nian, how come you’re always here so early?" He looked up from his seat at the sound, frowning slightly. He showed an ’eight’ gesture, his eyes blank asking. "Fangfang, did you hear a dog barking?" "When did the classroom start keeping dogs?" Yao Beibei peeked out from the empty corridor, bustlingly entering the classroom. "You guys!" Li Hua couldn’t hold it anymore, cursing. However, no one cared. Jiang Nian glanced at Yao Beibei, puzzled. "Why are you here so early?" "What do you know, the morning hours are the key to the day." Jiang Nian slowly typed a question mark, pointing at Yao Beibei. "There are kids in the classroom, avoid spicy jokes early in the morning." On normal days, she would retort fiercely, but today she needed Jiang Nian’s help with something. So she pondered and decided to swallow her pride. After a while, when Jiang Nian got up to fetch hot water, Yao Beibei quietly got up too, carrying her thermos, and quietly followed. In the corridor, the sound of one fast and one slow set of footsteps echoed. Clap clap clap, Yao Beibei quickly caught up with someone. "Hey, Jiang Nian wait for me." "About yesterday?" Jiang Nian stopped, turning to look at her. "Yes." Yao Beibei didn’t expect him to ask directly, but when such things happen, there’s simply no reasoning. Her heart was pounding, as she summoned all her courage to raise her head and ask. "Do you think my parents’ conflict will escalate?" Jiang Nian looked at the Yao Beibei in front of him, this move of hers was like randomly inviting a deity, and it happened to be Erlang Xiansheng True Monarch. Perhaps, someone else might understand divorce better than him. But, [verification] refreshed. "Conflict escalation, hmm... I haven’t read much." Jiang Nian asked, "Can I understand it as a divorce?" "Conflict, it’s just conflict!" Yao Beibei corrected, "Actually, it’s not to that extent yet, just recently their fights have been a bit fierce." In fact, it’s not just fierce. It’s reached quite an incredible level, they can argue as long as they see each other. "Just ignore it, middle-aged couples fighting is normal, if they could leave, they would’ve already." Jiang Nian dismissed, "The ones who can’t leave..." "... What will happen?" Yao Beibei asked hopefully. "... will find a way to leave." Listening to his words was like listening to more words. Jiang Nian stood by the water dispenser at the end of the corridor, advising. "My suggestion is... just ignore it, talk after the college entrance exam." Yao Beibei sighed, "But their arguments always happen when I’m home, and they let me be the judge." Hearing this, Jiang Nian made an ’oh’ sound. He reached out to get hot water with the thermos, but only saw the screen light up, showing money deduction yet not a single drop of water. The situation turned awkward, Yao Beibei wanted to advise him to first use the water card. But then they heard a bang, the hot water machine got kicked hard. After a mournful sound, water started flowing. After the small episode, Jiang Nian placed two thermos cups aside. "Believe it or not, your parents never considered divorce. They argue all day, maybe just to get your attention." "How do you know?" Yao Beibei was stunned. Besides telling Jiang Nian about this, she also talked with a few female friends, but the discussion results weren’t optimistic. The conclusions were nothing more than "talk", "mediate", or "find a marriage counselor." Only Jiang Nian said, ignore it. "Let me ask you, why would civil servants divorce?" Jiang Nian stared at her, "In a small place like Zhennan, what comes after divorce?" "Did you consider this? Are your parents the emotional type?"