Jiang Nian can see the future. Not that split-up-into-five-parts future; that’s just too crazy. He isn’t a jerk because he can’t mess with anyone. Be it the class leader or Zhizhi, he can’t even get past the threshold. You could say that a five-way friendship won’t lead to a bad ending. (√) With a buzz, a video call popped up. It was from Xu Qianqian. Jiang Nian answered the call, only to find the camera pointed at the dark night outside, and Xu Qianqian’s excited voice coming from off-screen. "Huh?" Jiang Nian was stunned, watching the raindrops falling outside for a moment, "Sure is, let me just taste it." "Ugh, are you crazy?" Xu Qianqian’s tone was full of disdain. "Then let me taste you..." Click, the call disconnected. Jiang Nian glanced at the chat interface showing the call ended and thought to himself that Xu was really not to be teased, such a fiery temper. Thinking about it carefully, it made sense that if Xu Qianqian wasn’t like that, there wouldn’t always be lingering ties with her future self. But why not just be honest? Jiang Nian stared at the ceiling, contemplating that his future self would probably be considered a decent person, at least kind-hearted. Back in middle school, he was even so disgusted by certain things that he impulsively clashed with others head-on, until it blew up. Directly or indirectly, he also helped some people. But there are some things where it doesn’t matter if you’re a good person or a bad person; if you don’t have a ticket, you just can’t enter, and once you miss the chance, there’s nothing you can do. God shuts a door on you, but at the same time, He gives you an RPG. He was honest in life, but in the end, he didn’t even get to drink the water from the ditch. Struggling until thirty, he couldn’t catch his breath and hurriedly stepped into marriage. Failing miserably, and soon half of his life was over. If he were the only one down on his luck, he would accept it. However, it wasn’t just him; things were... not great for anyone. With less than half a year left in senior year, he only wanted to seize the "opportunity," to do the right thing at the right time. Buzz, his phone received a new message. He turned over to grab it, feeling a little sleepy. Discovering it was Chen Yunyun asking how the juice tasted this afternoon, he was taken aback. Chen Yunyun sent a message: "(Sneaky laugh) You guess?" "I drank it all since I was thirsty, and now my stomach feels warm." Jiang Nian got up from the bed and went to wash his face with cold water outside. Returning to the room, he pulled out a chair and sat at the desk. Click, he turned on the desk lamp. As usual, he took the test paper out of his bag and placed it on the table, then unlocked his phone to glance at Chen Yunyun’s message. "Just added a little bit of sugar. (Naughty)" Jiang Nian typed a reply, "Didn’t I tell you not to add sugar! (Serious)" Chen Yunyun: "(Rolling eyes) You didn’t drink it at all, did you! I didn’t add anything, freshly squeezed juice." "I was kidding too, drank it all." Jiang Nian casually opened the album, sent over a photo of the empty cup. The road of a master is a yard longer, there’s always a higher hand. After all, as Qingbao’s top disciple, he couldn’t let his master lose face by getting stuck. He had already taken a photo early as a precaution. It’s just convenient, showing the importance of leaving a trace. Chen Yunyun: "..... Fine then." Jiang Nian didn’t spare Chen Yunyun, turned around and sent her two unsolvable chemistry problems, making her do them under the blanket. If you can’t argue back, then lie down and let it settle. After a while, he replied to the class leader’s message. He didn’t mention the afternoon, only talked about some upcoming end-of-term provincial exam news. Li Qingrong: "Heard the provincial exam is starting to put together the paper, picked some teachers to do it." "Mmm, they’re preparing it." Jiang Nian typed in response, "Six hundred and fifty points is really too demanding, can it be lowered a bit?" In truth, he was just habitually testing the waters. The next second, Li Qingrong replied. Today, Teacher Qingqing was surprisingly strict, refusing Jiang Nian’s wicked test. "Not a single point can be reduced." "Alright then." Jiang Nian looked up. Then he chatted a bit with the class leader, took a photo, asked two questions, then took a deep breath and continued burying himself writing the test paper. Jiang Nian opened his eyes and crawled out of bed like a zombie. The cold air instantly enveloped him tightly. "Damn it, why is it so cold in winter!" In an instant, he was fully awake from head to toe. Luckily, he was healthy; otherwise, such a chill in winter could easily shut him down. The living room was dim, and the rustling sound came from the balcony. Jiang Nian knew it was raining, but that didn’t stop him from studying. While washing up in the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror. A bit haggard, but full of spirit. "In books lies a house of gold, in books lies slurp slurp." Jiang Nian walked out the door, noticing Xu Qianqian’s pink sneakers still neatly placed on the shoe rack at her door. Good thing he wasn’t some perverted veteran; otherwise, he’d be taking a sniff by now. Outside the old building, the sky was still dark. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet The rain wasn’t heavy, with raindrops floating down in the air. The raindrops splashed on the cement courtyard, pooling and flowing into the drainage. He opened a black umbrella, stepped forward into the rain. The sky was still dim, and the rain meant the streets would be empty. Jiang Nian walked along, smelling the earthy aroma, buying soy milk to the east, and a rolled pancake across the street. Not in the mood to tease the bun shop owner, he didn’t even look. After entering the school gate, he saw a figure on the rain-blurred basketball court. He initially wanted to avoid her, but he had already started the life-and-death challenge of walking along the drain bricks and holding his breath for a hundred counts. If he didn’t make it, he would die. So, Jiang Nian continued forward, holding his breath under the umbrella. Boys who have played this challenge game would clearly understand the value of this moment’s effort; a count of a hundred is definitely the mark of a real man among men.