"Actually, we’ve already started researching the opponents for the next match." Jiang Nian pondered for a moment, then spoke the classic smack talk. "The main players from Class Four are not good at dribbling or passing. Their footwork is sloppy and reactions slow, not a single one is capable." Imagine two kings never meeting on the chessboard. This is a basic rule essential for chess beginners. Furthermore, the competition isn’t that important. Initially, Jiang Nian valued it because the unknown was the biggest source of fear. But since the first campus football match, he roughly grasped the strength of all the teams; mostly, they’re just okay. At most, four teams are worth watching, including Class Three. Getting to the semifinals is easy with some clever tricks. The real challenge is the final match for the Campus Cup. There’s a special class with half sports students. All you can say is, damn it. Life is already tough enough, why expose it more? If the main players mess up, it could be the least hopeful year for Class Three to win the championship. Both for public and private reasons, he must focus more seriously rather than becoming useless. "Hmm." Li Qingrong seemed somewhat reluctant. "No worries, you’ll get the same insight next time." Jiang Nian comforted, then asked, "Have your parents come back?" "Oh okay then." Jiang Nian nodded. Li Qingrong’s parents exert quite a pressure, but he doesn’t necessarily have to oppose them, given the college entrance exam is soon. Being away from home means you don’t always follow orders; is it just a matter of venting anger? "Want me to bring you some water in the afternoon?" Chen Yunyun turned and asked. Before the lunch break. The girl squinted slightly, the iron railings heated just lightly by the sun as the wind drifted through her long hair, bringing a fresh scent. "What about fresh juice?" Jiang Nian waved his hand, "Honestly, I can’t get used to that stuff, don’t bring it." She pondered for a while; if you buy juice, you’d have to go off campus to get it. Skipping minor sessions, it might be possible to go to the West Gate.... Going right after class shouldn’t be a problem. "Hehe, look you guys." Wang Yuhe eagerly ran over from the corridor, showing off, "My hair is completely dry." Since Jiang Nian took the small room for nine hundred for half a year’s use, the two of them didn’t need to rush back to the dorm to wash their hair anymore. A plug-and-play hairdryer makes things completely convenient. Upon hearing, Chen Yunyun also remembered someone mentioning the possibility of hoarding items. So she turned, curious and asked Jiang Nian. "When are you going to start stocking up?" "It’s....will take some time, what’s up?" Jiang Nian thought that it would depend on the next system task release. After all, if it’s just to earn a thousand bucks, there’s no need to be so exaggeratedly stocked, flipping some cards as a middleman would suffice. If it’s to earn ten thousand, then it’s a different matter. "Nothing....nothing much." Chen Yunyun felt a bit bashful, internally convinced that using storage was just an excuse. The truth is often met with disbelief. "Jiang Nian, does my hair look dry to you?" Wang Yuhe energetically ruffled her hair, "It’s never dried this fast before!" Jiang Nian leaned down, "Let me take a look." He picked up a strand of Wang Yuhe’s hair and looked at it for a while. Pretending he was going to spit on it, Wang Yuhe cried out in alarm. "Wait a minute, you’re crying already?" Jiang Nian frowned, letting go of her hair, "Be stronger; real men don’t cry easily." "Chin up, don’t act like a girl!" Subsequently, he got a solid punch. Jiang Nian continued writing on his test paper, but this time... Chen Yunyun was wearing Bluetooth headphones, sitting at Li Hua’s desk doing her homework. Unable to resist, he turned his head and tapped Chen Yunyun’s headphones with his finger. With a puzzled expression, she took off her headphones and mouthed silently. Jiang Nian nodded, gesturing to her with his palm up, softly saying. Chen Yunyun gave an "Oh" and obediently handed him the headphones. Her index finger inadvertently brushed against Jiang Nian’s palm, causing a tingling sensation in her heart. She watched as Jiang Nian put on the headphones, suddenly losing interest in doing homework. She looked down, fiddling with her phone, carefully arranging her playlist. After fixing it, she glanced at Jiang Nian cautiously, and seeing no expression on his face, she breathed a sigh of relief, yet felt a bit dispirited. This side, the girl was caught between hope and worry. On the other side, Jiang Nian grew increasingly sleepy, his eyelids starting to droop. Without even getting to one-thirty, he ended up sprawling across the desk. With the headphones pressed against him, he slowly closed his eyes. Jiang Nian slowly awoke, blearily opening his eyes. Right before him was Zhang Ningzhi’s face, her gaze curiously on him. Her face bore a calm smile, somewhat mesmerizing. Gulp, his pupils contracted suddenly. Uniting his thoughts, he summoned mini-head dad. Realizing he hadn’t turned into a girl, he finally relaxed. From now on, he truly should concentrate on studying diligently. The indulgence in pleasures was ruining me! "Yeah, I’m awake." Jiang Nian rubbed his face, glancing at her again, "Changed clothes at noon, they look pretty nice." "Yeah." Zhang Ningzhi smiled broadly, adding, "By the way, Beibei will be sleeping over with me the next few days." "Why?" Jiang Nian asked knowingly. "Just a little thing." "Oh okay, protect yourself while sleeping though." Jiang Nian stood up, ready to head outside the classroom. Zhang Ningzhi quickly realized, put on a stern face and said. "Don’t speak about Beibei like that, she hasn’t said anything bad about you lately. You guys argue all the time, can’t you get along peacefully?" Girlfriends are quite a magical thing; before dating, they even influence potential romantic choices. After dating, they might advise breaking up or reconciling. Logically, if you want to pursue a girl, even if you don’t ingratiate her best friend, at the very least you shouldn’t oppose her. However, Jiang Nian didn’t listen at all. Just listen to what women say, it’s easy to make peace with Yao Beibei, but then Zhang Ningzhi might be unhappy. "Alright, alright, depends on my mood," Jiang Nian said casually, "I’ll treat her to dinner another day, kneel down and beg her not to hit me." Zhang Ningzhi immediately puffed up in anger and pinched him. Well, this focus is quite novel. "Do you also want to hit me?" Just then Li Hua and Ma Guojun came in and heard Jiang Nian and Zhang Ningzhi talking about whether to hit or not. "Opening lightning strike, what Ace’s love." "City people are , my classmate’s brother went abroad right after graduating from college, it’s either Mian Dian or Jian Pu Zhai." Jiang Nian was too lazy to listen to these people bragging, so he got up and went outside to take a leak. Regarding the afternoon’s match, he’d put a lot of effort into organizing it. But this wasn’t his limit, just a fortuitous intervention. After leaving the toilet, Jiang Nian went straight downstairs to the office. Friday afternoon, the first class is Chinese. Teacher Liu was leisurely sipping hot tea, and upon seeing Jiang Nian strolling in from the doorway, he set down his teacup and beckoned. "Jiang Nian, come sit, have some tea." Recently, he’s been experiencing the joy of being a homeroom teacher. All victories, the most bullet screens in playstyle. Tongtian Dai, have a seat. Upon hearing this, several teachers in the office turned their heads to look at the student at the door, their gazes shifting from puzzled to scrutinizing. "Jiang... what? The student who improved by two hundred marks?" "Didn’t Class Three also win the pot-hoop competition a few days ago? I heard it was even a double championship, really daring to think and act." "Teacher Liu is really lucky this year, having a centerpiece in the class is one thing. Now winning all sorts of awards, completely overshadowing Class Zero." "The Olympic class levels surpass Class Zero, Teacher Liu’s class is the real Class Zero." The teachers in the office were still quite skilled in conversation, some bantering, some speaking sarcastically, mixed together quite harmoniously. "Teacher, I’m here to talk about this afternoon’s small self-study situation." Jiang Nian didn’t pay attention to what the office teachers were saying and got straight to the point. "Well, it’s just a little match. No need to delay the class’s study time, so don’t mention it anymore." Teacher Liu often pretends, but he’s used to the sarcastic comments in the office. "After all, it concerns class honor..." "But still, studying is important, talk about it when competing for the championship." Teacher Liu suddenly changed his tune and started to grin again. A sentence "Guaranteed win," followed by "Competing for the championship." The two were like comedians, leaving the office teachers stunned. Encountering campus pretentious monsters, exerting maximum effort but still unable to defeat them. The pretentious duo left, and several teachers also walked out with complex expressions, leaving only a few homeroom teachers in the office. "Laughably, in high school, grades take priority, extracurricular activities are just icing on the cake." "Indeed, our class doesn’t really want to win the championship." "Liu Liangsong has always been pretending, this year he got a lucky break. Ran into luck, getting good students." "True, he might get promoted next year. By then, he might already be the head of the Chinese group." "What if he’s the assistant to the school affairs director, isn’t that scarier?" "That’s impossible unless a bunch of C9 seeds emerges from his class. Class Zero couldn’t achieve it, how can Liu achieve it?" Initially, the teachers were half-joking, but until this statement came out, the atmosphere in the office instantly turned silent. Ten minutes until class ends. Teacher Liu stopped his lecture and suddenly scanned the class. "Just want to say, uh, this afternoon, those competing in the match can leave the classroom. Uh, the rest of the class, stay for self-study." As his words fell, reactions varied across the class. "Chi Shi, no audience?" "The opposing class has cheerleaders, our class doesn’t? What’s the point of soccer then, I might as well hang myself." "Indeed." Jiang Nian nodded, neutral in stance, "But on the other hand, the small self-study is only twenty-five minutes." "The match is only halfway played, there will be cheerleaders." Of course, some in the class have lost interest after seeing one match. It’s normal to not want to watch again. Also, not everyone is concerned about collective honor. Like Xie Zhihao, who dropped classes, he feels no belonging to Class Three, thinking of himself still in the Class Zero tier. He still has thoughts of coincidentally meeting Xu Yuanshan this afternoon, using indirect tactics. First getting the little brother-in-law, then winning Xu Shuang’s heart. To this, Xie Zhihao feels quite proud. He believes this is the genuine pursuit, let emotions grow over time and naturally enter the marriage hall. The classroom was noisy, discussions continued. Chen Yunyun lightly sighed, a bit disappointed. If self-study proceeds, she will miss the opening ten minutes. Thɪs chapter is updated by ɴoᴠel Fɪre.nᴇt "Just hope Jiang Nian enters the field slowly, so as not to miss too much." Zhang Ningzhi was even more upset, she won’t even see ten minutes of the match. Laying on the desk, cheeks puffed up, like a bubble-blowing fish. "This afternoon, I need to go home with Beibei to get clothes." "Then go, it’s not necessary to watch the small matches." Jiang Nian pretended to be regretful, internally struggling to hold back his laughter. Saving one’s life single-handedly. The afternoon classes passed in a flash. Jiang Nian put down his test paper and left the classroom under everyone’s gaze. Didn’t dare look back, afraid that one more glance might explode him. Luckily, the class president didn’t follow. Today is the obedient version. In the corridor, there was great resentment in the team, attacking Teacher Liu. Jiang Nian remained silent, trying to diminish his presence. Thinking if they finish attacking Teacher Liu, they probably won’t attack him. Going down to the third floor. He hadn’t looked up yet, when he heard a familiar voice. "Jiang Nian, over here!"