So, the leadership position basically won’t change for a few years. After going upstairs. Jiang Nian handed the warm packs he was carrying to the class monitor and Zhang Ningzhi, and also gave a few to Chen Yunyun and her friends. He kept a few for himself to prepare for Li Hua’s unexpected needs. The entire classroom was filled with the rustling sound, occasionally accompanied by coughing and sniffling. In half a day, the temperature had dropped sharply. "Damn it, this ghostly weather." Li Hua couldn’t stand it, wishing he could shove his hands into his pants, "Give me one." Hearing this, Jiang Nian pulled out a warm pack from under his desk. "Here, it’s the last one." He looked around, and Zhang Ningzhi already had two stuck on her stomach. The class monitor had one too and looked normal. As for the others, after asking around, only Li Hua needed one. Fangfang had gloves, and to make writing more convenient, she had cut the tips of the first three fingers into half-finger style. One could only say, truly a people’s artist. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍 "Leader, how can you be so frail as a guy?" "Chi Shi!" Li Hua stared at Huang Fang, triggered immediately, "I’m not frail, I’m just wearing less." "Isn’t Jiang Nian also wearing less?" Zeng You grinned. Hearing this, Li Hua glanced at Jiang Nian. "How many layers are you wearing?" "Three layers," Jiang Nian said truthfully. "Who are you fooling?" Li Hua pulled open Jiang Nian’s collar, and sure enough, there was an underlayer, a sweater, and a thin jacket. "Are you kidding me? Aren’t you cold?" "Chi Shi Chi Shi!!" Li Hua suddenly had an idea, pointing at Jiang Nian, "I know it, you’re pretending, right?" "Stop pretending, just say it if you’re cold." "Hah." Jiang Nian took off his coat and handed it to Li Hua, "Babe, if you’re frail, just wear it." "You’re the one who’s frail!" The two argued back and forth over who was frail. Zhang Ningzhi, not far off, rolled her eyes, thinking they were so childish. After the argument stopped, Jiang Nian continued with his exercises. Suddenly, he was tapped on the shoulder. "Hmm?" He turned around subconsciously to look at the back seat and met the gaze of the class monitor, "What’s up?" Li Qingrong had no expression on her face, she simply pointed to the school uniform stashed in his drawer. Jiang Nian was stunned for a few seconds, finally processing the incoming information. He then grabbed the clothes and handed them over. "Oh, oh, here you go." "Thanks." Li Qingrong wasn’t wearing her school uniform today, but her coat was also thin, so she put it on directly. The uniform looked a bit too big on her. The clothes still retained some warmth. Zhang Ningzhi noticed this and glanced over but quietly withdrew to focus on her exercises until the end of the class. She seemed a bit downcast, and after class, she laid her head down to sleep. "What’s wrong?" Jiang Nian was about to go relieve himself, but patted her before leaving, "Are you feeling unwell?" Zhang Ningzhi turned her head, resting on the desk to look at him. Originally she had many things to say, but what came out was: "Oh, okay, if you feel unwell, let me know early." Jiang Nian didn’t worry too much, and left the classroom. After evening self-study. Lin Dong was feeling a bit hungry, empty-handed as usual. After going downstairs, he bumped into Yang Qiming, so they decided to head out together. "Let’s get some late-night snacks later." "Instant noodles, don’t have to wait." Lin Dong rubbed his hands, letting out a breath of white air, "I have hot water in my dorm." "I’ll get some stir-fried noodles, joining me, Brother Dong?" Yang Qiming asked, "If you come, it’s on me." There’s a serving of egg fried noodles at the North Gate dormitory, just five yuan. He didn’t have much else, just money. Treating a few servings of noodles was just pocket change to him. "No." Lin Dong declined, just as he saw Jiang Nian walking ahead, and stepped forward to pat him. "Brother Nian, walking so fast?" "Hmm?" Jiang Nian turned back upon seeing Lin Dong and the others, explaining, "It’s too cold, rushing back home." Lin Dong was about to say something but then sniffed the air. "How come your clothes smell nice?" Hearing this, Jiang Nian also paused. He lowered his head to sniff and it was all the class monitor’s scent, making his eyelids twitch. "Oh, oh, lent it to the class monitor." Whew, thankfully Lin Dong reminded him. "Wait, you lent your school uniform to the class monitor?" Yang Qiming was somewhat defenseless, "Playing couple outfits, huh?" "The weather turned cold, it’s normal, right?" Huang Caicai said, "Brother Yang, didn’t you lend me a jacket as well?" "How is that the same?" Yang Qiming and Lin Dong replied in unison. "Ah, you guys overthink." Jiang Nian waved them off, "Bye, I’m heading home first." In fact, he hadn’t walked far. Jiang Nian immediately took off his school uniform and crazily sniffed his sweater like a freak. "Whoa, that was close." He walked along the school pathway for a bit, stuffed the school uniform into his bag, and then headed for the school gate. Under the dim streetlights, two beautiful girls were already waiting there. Xu Qianqian stomped her feet and puffed warm air, "So cold, why are you so slow today?" "Just an accident." Jiang Nian quickly caught up in a few steps, waving awkwardly, "Let’s go back home early." Unlike yesterday, the three of them almost ran all the way home. The cold wind was biting, chilling to the bone. "The temperature suddenly dropped today, I should have returned to get clothes in the afternoon." Song Xiyun hugged her arms in the corridor. "Too much hassle." Xu Qianqian went upstairs first but turned back to laugh, "Thanks for the warm packs." "You can drop the ’warm’ part, it still works." "Hmph, don’t dream of taking advantage of me." Xu Qianqian waved her fist, "Or I’ll beat you up!" Jiang Nian rubbed his stomach, not too hard. "Farmer and the Snake." "You’re the snake!" Xu Qianqian stuck out her tongue, running quickly upstairs, "Heading home, heading home!" The three went together to Xu Qianqian’s home, and Jiang Nian stayed for a while. The excuse was, it’s near the year-end and not safe. If someone broke in and hid, they couldn’t handle it. The two little girls were indeed scared, so they tacitly agreed to this behavior. Jiang Nian laid on the sofa, watching Song Xiyun who was tidying up her things and waiting her turn to shower, and asked. "You mentioned that your hometown sets off fireworks for New Year?" "Yeah." Song Xiyun nodded, turning to look at him, "Everyone in town is basically in the street or under the bridge." Song Xiyun’s hometown was on the southern border of Zhen Nan, a relatively remote small town. The population wasn’t large, and facilities were lacking. "Then if we’re free for New Year, I’ll take you to visit your hometown." Jiang Nian had a driver’s license, so getting a car and stepping on the gas got him there easily. "Sure." Song Xiyun didn’t think much. Right now, New Year’s was still far off, and during New Year’s the roads are pretty crowded. Jiang Nian wanting to go was pretty unlikely. But, there was no need to say these things that would ruin the mood. This is called "Emotional Intelligence." Something along the lines of. She knew that in the end, they wouldn’t go, but as long as someone suggested taking the trip, she would still be happy. She would definitely stop it, but she would also feel like they had already gone. After Xu Qianqian finished showering, Jiang Nian checked around the living room, found nothing unusual, and left. Jiang Nian woke up and felt chilly right away. Although for him, wearing more or less was fine, he still chose a jacket to blend in. The alley was a bit slippery, with frosty dead grass. Walking a bit further, the asphalt road was much better. The path was something he got fixed just to prevent Xu Qianqian from spraining her ankle, using a bit of money power to do it. "What buns do you want?" The boss saw that it was Jiang Nian, and there seemed to be no hope in his eyes, not expecting much. "Vegetable buns, meat buns..." Jiang Nian pondered. At this, the boss’s eyes brightened slightly. "Got tired of them, don’t want any." "Two beef buns, two preserved vegetable buns." Jiang Nian pointed to the fried dough stick, "This one’s too oily." "But, I’ll have a radish bun." The boss smiled, but with Jiang Nian being the only early customer, he had no choice but to reluctantly earn this little money. "Welcome to not come again."