Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance

Hearing this, Jiang Nian stopped his pen and looked at her.

"Alright."

After a moment of thought, he asked back.

"How many hours do you sleep?"

Chen Yunyun hesitated, "Six and a half... I think."

"You want me to sleep more so you can secretly work harder." Jiang Nian pondered, "I get it, are you afraid I'll surpass you?"

Chen Yunyun: "You..."

"Actually, it's not that I don't want to sleep early." Jiang Nian looked at her, saying sincerely, "I really want to improve my grades, I even dream about it."

"Improving grades is important, but you should also take care of your health," Chen Yunyun said. "The college entrance exam is a long battle; if your health fails, nothing else matters."

"Oh, now that you mention it, I'm starting to feel... Why is the classroom spinning?" Jiang Nian was just waiting for her to say that.

"Huh?" Chen Yunyun was worried and reached out to feel his forehead. "What's wrong? Are you feeling dizzy?"

At noon, the person taken away by the ambulance was dizzy and had a nosebleed. He went to the sink to clean up and ended up collapsing.

"Help press my head," Jiang Nian said weakly.

"Okay."

So, at the back of the empty classroom.

Jiang Nian received a head massage service from a beautiful girl, resting on Chen Yunyun's lap, feeling the pressure on his head.

"Ah~"

The back row had an overwhelming sense of pleasure.

Chen Yunyun's legs were soft, and she had a fragrant scent. But since he was getting a treatment, he couldn't laugh.

Holding back the laughter...

Just as Jiang Nian was managing his facial expressions with all his might, a small face suddenly peeked into his field of vision, blinking at him.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Go away, little kid." Jiang Nian reached out to shoo them, but then remembered his persona, "Ah, I'm so dizzy."

He wasn't a pervert.

It was all Chen Yunyun's fault for wearing soft foundation leggings today. Her thighs were soft too, with a faint fragrance.

A bit intoxicating, hard to extricate from.

"He's dizzy," Chen Yunyun feigned calmness, her face slowly turning red. "At noon, someone was dizzy and then..."

"Oh, I know," Wang Yuhe became interested, "and then got taken away, how pitiful."

"Yeah, something like that." Chen Yunyun didn't know how to explain, silently thinking she would stop in another minute.

Wang Yuhe squatted down, staring intently at Jiang Nian.

"Are you going to have a nosebleed?"

"Hard to say," Jiang Nian thought inwardly, unable to resist shooing her away, "Hurry up and leave, or you'll get splashed with blood."

Hearing this, Wang Yuhe stayed put instead.

"I've never seen someone have a nosebleed before, what does it look like?"

"Then I'll tell you now, bring your face closer." Jiang Nian instructed, beginning to gather saliva, "A little closer."

"Ew! I'm not coming closer," Wang Yuhe realized his idea, "You want to spit, gross person!"

"Did I spit?"

"You just wanted to, I heard it."

"Did I spit?"

"You wish!"

"Did I spit?"

Wang Yuhe couldn't outtalk him and looked eagerly at Chen Yunyun.

"What does a massage feel like?"

"Then I'll give you one later, how about that?" Jiang Nian suggested, "I'm strong, I could massage a cow to death."

"Bragger!"

Chen Yunyun was no longer embarrassed, just a bit of a headache. As soon as these two met, within three sentences they'd start arguing.

After pressing for a while, she also realized that this person was just tricking her into service.

So, Chen Yunyun stopped her hands.

"Feeling better?"

"I think... still a bit dizzy." Jiang Nian, the frail beauty, "The classroom isn't spinning anymore, but why are there two Wang Yuhe's?"

Hearing this, Wang Yuhe was shocked.

Then, she turned to Chen Yunyun, her expression serious.

"Yunyun, he's fooling you."

Chen Yunyun: "....."

Was this obvious fact just realized now?

However, it wasn't annoying to be deceived. He might be faking dizziness, but being so diligent all day, he must be exhausted.

"Wang Yuhe, speak with evidence."

"Hmph, you are!"

"I'll sue you..."

Chen Yunyun reached out and covered Jiang Nian's eyes, the softness and warmth of her palm silencing his argument.

She didn't know why she did this, just thought of the used heated eye masks, thinking this must feel comfortable.

"Alright, get up."

"Oh."

Jiang Nian sat up, no longer in the mood to argue with Wang Yuhe. How amusing, a mere elementary student could be pinned down with one hand.

Wang Yuhe glared at him like a bull.

"I'm stronger than you!"

"Haha, I don't usually laugh." Jiang Nian got up, ready to go to the restroom before his lunch break, "You're quite humorous."

As soon as he stepped out, he bumped into Yang Qiming.

"Hmm? Back already?"

"Yes, just got back." Yang Qiming was holding a paper bag, nodded, "Do you still need to practice ball in the afternoon?"

"No need, we'll just practice in PE class tomorrow." Jiang Nian waved him off kindly. He wasn't strict with Yang Qiming.

After all, he was a substitute, still needed his effort tomorrow.

Yang Qiming turned around, watching Jiang Nian leave. His hand instinctively reached for his phone, swallowing a gulp.

Unlocked, opening the first picture in the album.

Unexpectedly, it was a photo of Chen Yunyun pressing Jiang Nian's head. Due to the presence of Wang Yuhe, the composition didn't look ambiguous.

He thought for a bit and covered Jiang Nian's entire body with a mosaic.

This would work.

With this in mind, Yang Qiming opened Sun Zhicheng's QQ. He clicked on the option to add a friend and then typed in the verification message.

"Does Chen Yunyun press your head too?"

Click, send.

At the thought of Sun Zhicheng's expression when he saw the verification message, Yang Qiming was instantly filled with a strong sense of pleasure.

Awesome!! The iron fist strikes hard!

He still remembered the vicious remarks Sun Zhicheng had said about him. Today, he must pay a debt of blood!

And he would step on that dog's shattered heart and walk towards happiness.

Ha, clown.

On the other side, Sun Zhicheng was in his room getting ready for a nap.

Staring at the ceiling, he couldn't help but smile at the thought of the letter he had gotten a girl from the third floor to customize for Yang Qiming.

The clown took the bait hard, must be expecting a confession!

Be grateful, for I am your matchmaker!

He thought of Yang Qiming's expression after being brutally rejected, and he became instantly delighted, eager to see a bloody mess in the afternoon!

Buzz!

The phone rang.

With a smile on his face, he casually picked up the phone by his bed. His smile instantly froze, and his fingers clenched tight.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Sun Zhicheng sat up from the bed, staring intently at the screen, his eyes almost bulging out, his breathing heavy.

His heart felt like it was being gripped tightly, an indescribable ache.

He hadn't felt like this in a long, long time. He thought he was mature enough, that his emotions wouldn't be swayed by others.

"Heh."

Sun Zhicheng fell back into the bed, covering his eyes with his hand. He calmed down and thought to himself about how he shouldn't trust him so easily.

"The joke is quite funny."

The other party didn't reply back, just said one thing.

"Wait."

The afternoon passed quickly, and after school.

Jiang Nian carried a bunch of problems he'd saved up all day, slowly heading to the class leader's seat where Li Qingrong was waiting.

"Wanna have dinner together this afternoon?"

Li Qingrong thought it was just a meal in the cafeteria, hesitated for a second but still agreed.

"Sure."

The cafeteria food was actually okay, but sometimes the afternoon meals were really half-hearted. Classic overcooked seaweed and carrot stir-fried pork.

And if you wait too long to eat until evening self-study, it's not that it's hard to swallow, but at least you need a bit of a scientific background to handle it.

"Let's see the problems." She tilted her head.

Just then, Nie Qiqi walked over and said sourly.

"Class leader, I have a question too."

"You do have a problem, get it checked at the hospital sooner." Jiang Nian pushed her away with one hand, "Wipe your mouth."

"Hmph, stinky man!" Nie Qiqi rolled away, seeing the class leader there, "I'll be back!"

Idiot, Jiang Nian complained in his mind.

Meanwhile, he thought to himself, this class is really too wild. Almost no peaceful day, still thankful he came to this class.

Elder Jiang arrived, and the clear sky appeared.

This class three, group eleven, all carried on his shoulders. He was undoubtedly the loyal champion of class three.

After explaining a few problems.

Li Qingrong leisurely drank warm water from her thermos, her long lashes casting a shadow. In her eyes, Jiang Nian transformed into a 16:9 aspect ratio.

The blood-red sunset shone through the window, casting a glow on his lean face. Faintly, a subtle outline could be seen.

The world was remarkably quiet; only the heartbeat could be heard.

"This problem..." Jiang Nian suddenly spoke, pushing the test paper forward, "Can it be solved in another way?"

As he spoke, he focused intently, lowering his head to write the steps.

His head was bowed very low, as he leaned quite close.

"After the second derivative..." he said halfway, realized there was no response, lifted his head, and saw Li Qingrong's cheeks were illuminated red by the sunset.

"Hmm?"

"Hmm." Li Qingrong snapped out of it, instinctively avoiding his gaze and picking up the test paper, "Let me see..."

Suddenly, someone rushed into the classroom saying.

"It's not good, people in our class are fighting."

Upon hearing this, the remaining dozen or so people in the dim classroom all looked up.

"Who?"

"Yang Qiming and Sun Zhicheng, they're on the fifth floor... seemed to be fighting over a girl."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian was filled with a big question mark.

"Huh?"

The first thought that came to his mind was Cai Xiaoqing, people from their class going to fight on the humanities class floor. Old Liu would definitely question her first.

After all, the Holy Emperor sat in court, Cai Xiang and himself ruling the class jointly, the whole court following suit.

"I'll talk about the problems later, I need to check this first." Jiang Nian stood up from his seat and turned to Li Qingrong, "Wait for me to come back, let's go eat then."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingrong nodded.

"Okay."

On the fifth floor, when Jiang Nian arrived at the scene, the two football team members, defender Sun Zhicheng and substitute Yang Qiming, had already stopped fighting.

The two of them stood frozen in place, glaring fiercely at each other.

"You're such an idiot!"

"Idiot!"

Quite a few people were watching, Jiang Nian felt a bit numb. He didn't step forward, instead, catching a girl nearby to have her lead the two away.

Sure enough, the two calmed down.

They both glanced at Jiang Nian, then followed the girl downstairs.

"This isn't over!"