Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance

Jiang Nian's head was pounding.

On the fifth floor, he only knew a bouncing, thoughtful Pleasant Goat.

Getting angry for a girl might be understandable; it's human nature. But the problem is, she's... just a goat.

I mean, a fictional girl, and they still argue about this?

Back to the fourth floor.

Li Qingrong looked at him, "What's wrong?"

The Holy Emperor usually governs from afar but occasionally appears in person. His eyes swept over the departing Yang Qiming and Sun Zhicheng, with the usual calm expression.

"Nothing much, maybe... they're just messing around," Jiang Nian thought about tomorrow's championship game, feeling a bit uneasy inside.

"Since things have come to this, let's eat first."

"Okay."

Jiang Nian didn't take the class president to the cafeteria but turned a corner. He went outside the West Gate and found a clean little restaurant to eat.

"Class president, try this."

In Zhennan Fang, two things are quite good. One is the triple delight noodles with pig liver, pig lung, and chicken intestines. One bite is delicious, but more than one is cloying.

The other is eating Zhennan stir-fry, experiencing Guinan life.

"Alright." Li Qingrong glanced at the time, estimating that they would miss the evening study session, "Is our class playing the championship game tomorrow?"

"Yes," Jiang Nian replied.

After saying that, he took another couple of bites of rice, feeling uneasy. When he looked up, he saw Li Qingrong's deep gaze, looking down at him.

No emotion, her eyes were like a calm lake.

"Do you need me to buy anything for you?" Li Qingrong clearly had no change in expression, but it felt a bit intimidating.

Whoa.

The class president sure holds grudges, usually not showing it on her face. Keeping tabs in her heart, she applies pressure out of the blue.

"No need, no need," Jiang Nian smiled awkwardly and quickly ate his food, mumbling, "It would be great if you could support us on the scene."

Li Qingrong glanced at him, "Okay."

If there's a calamity in his destiny, he hopes it's a romantic encounter, not playing his last game in the championship.

Retirement is manageable, but exiting the biosphere is too much.

.....

Back in the classroom, evening self-study had already started.

Jiang Nian specifically asked Cai Xiaoqing if anyone had come by to take attendance. After getting a negative response, he knew he had gambled correctly again.

The fake life gamble, your gun has no bullets.

The genuine life gamble, the student union doesn't take attendance.

"Heh, didn't catch me." He sat down and met two curious gazes from his classmates, "What's up?"

"Where did you go with the class president?" Li Hua pointed at him, his face full of jealousy, "Damn, skipping even the evening study session."

"Office downstairs, where else." Jiang Nian casually lied, "With your grades, you don't deserve to know."

"Red stone!" Li Hua immediately lost interest, as if it was just a small issue, "Jiang Nian, don't underestimate youngsters."

Jiang Nian sneered, dismissively.

"An eight-point guy."

He turned and met Zhang Ningzhi's empty gaze.

"Did you go eat with the class president?"

"Isn't it normal to eat after solving problems?" Jiang Nian retorted, "Next time I'll treat you, for a whole week."

"Forget about Yao Beibei, she can find her own food."

At this, Zhang Ningzhi puffed up in anger.

"Hmph."

She originally wanted to say that if the class president wasn't around, she could answer questions herself. But then she thought about it, there really wasn't much time this afternoon.

If she helped Jiang Nian with problems in the afternoon, Yao Beibei would be lured away by other women.

"Then how about I treat you for two weeks?" Jiang Nian carefreely joked, adding fuel to the air as he looked for his test papers.

If he actually treats her for two weeks, Jiang Nian would be the one who gains.

"No way."

"Well, for your sake, I'll include Yao Beibei too. I'm used to eating alone, but occasionally I want some company."

Hearing this, Zhang Ningzhi turned to look at him.

"When?"

"The afternoon after tomorrow, since you go home for lunch." Jiang Nian conveniently scheduled a meal, dispelling Zhizhi's doubts.

So straightforward, there's nothing suspicious about it.

Perhaps he and the class president really just discussed the problems. Seeing it was late, they ate together as well.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ningzhi seemed a bit nervous.

"Then... what about the class president?"

"Huh? Of course, she's going to eat by herself."

It's safe to say sitting at the last row has its perks. With the class president absent, Jiang Nian's words are more assured.

"Ah, you..."

Zhang Ningzhi just thought that the class president, missing dinner because she helped him with questions, ended up eating alone.

And paired with Jiang Nian's nonchalant tone just now.

She suddenly felt a rush of anger!

"You're so heartless! How could you do this... Such a jerk, the class president shouldn't help you with questions!"

Jiang Nian lowered his head, swallowing his grievances.

"I really am heartless, such a bastard."

"No bad words!" Zhang Ningzhi glared at him, taking the chance to chide him, "If I hear it again, you're done for!"

"Fine." Jiang Nian swallowed his grievances again.

Not letting a high school boy curse is more painful than death. But given the situation, he could only endure.

Eventually, Zhang Ningzhi would forget about this.

Next to him, Li Hua heard this and burst into laughter. Using a Zhen Zidan pointing meme, he thought, "So you too, huh?"

He patted Jiang Nian and said two words.

"Guinan."

Jiang Nian pointed his hand at him, ready to curse.

"You ba..."

"Cough, cough, foul language." Li Hua said shamelessly, starting to twist and turn, "What do you want to call me? Is it a motherfucker?"

Jiang Nian hesitated, "Hua, you're such a jerk."

"Oh, come and curse at me." Li Hua grinned, scratched his face, "Don't pity me, getting cursed is so satisfying."

"Are you an M? So perverted!"

"No, I'm not an M." Li Hua pinched his fingers in an orchid gesture, disgustingly over the top, "I just like being passive."

Jiang Nian remained silent for a second, starting from zero frames per second.

"Baby, you always say you like being passive because you've never been firmly chosen by anyone?"

Upon hearing this, Li Hua's expression froze instantly.

"What the...?"

He was stunned, feeling as if a knife had accurately pierced his heart, and the sky turned grayish-white.

He looked at Jiang Nian, eyes wide open.

"Damn it Jiang Nian, can a person actually say that?"

Jiang Nian looked indifferent, shrugged his shoulders.

"I do have a bit of a tough way of speaking, I'll start my homework now. You better behave, it's almost New Year, time to slaughter pigs."

Li Hua: "Your mom!"

Ma Guojun was chuckling in the aisle, watching the whole dog-eat-dog fight, unable to resist clapping in appreciation.

"Two idiots."

The evening self-study passed peacefully, nearing the end of the last period.

Liu Yang sneaked to the back row from his seat, expressing concerns to Jiang Nian and Li Hua, the core members of the team.

"The match is tomorrow, what about those two fighting?"

Jiang Nian nodded, "What to do about it?"

Li Hua: "?"

Liu Yang: "?"

"Chi Shi, you're the captain, you're asking us what to do?" Li Hua lowered his voice, and secretly glanced over at Sun Zhicheng.

"Come up with an idea, you bastard!"

"Yeah, what if those two cause a scene on the field?" Liu Yang said, "I think, how about rotation?"

"Yang Qiming can't play defense, not as good as Sun Zhicheng." Li Hua directly rejected, "Even rotation will cause tension."

After saying that, the two turned together to look at Jiang Nian.

"Deadbeat, say something."

Jiang Nian pondered, touching his chin, glanced at Li Hua. Then looked over at Liu Yang, finally looking at the unfinished question.

"Infinity over infinity, use derivation again?"

"Chi Shi!"

"Stop messing with that stupid problem, think of a solution!" Liu Yang was exhausted, "Tomorrow's opponent is exceptionally strong!"

Due to the lengthy soccer match, there were not many people in the class paying attention to the championship game.

However, that was exactly what Jiang Nian wanted.

"It's simple, let those two be substitutes. Trick Tao Ran to join, tell him there's a Kemonomimi figure as a prize."

This left them both stunned.

Li Hua and Liu Yang exchanged glances, wondering which window to discuss opening. How come Jiang Nian, damn it, kicked the roof open?

"Does the student union play soccer?"

"A person's potential is limitless, his physical condition is decent." Jiang Nian pointed, "First believe, then doubt."

At this, they were both flabbergasted.

"Really?"

Currently, Class Three played two matches, directly entered the championship game.

If Tao Ran was pulled in temporarily and they lost, it wasn't much of an issue. Second place had basically no rewards, just divided points.

If they won, splitting prizes wouldn't be fair to others.

But Tao Ran was the class rep, it couldn't be all businesslike. This would make the few bros seem petty, but... ultimately unfair.

"Otherwise, why don't one of you go and kneel to the two of them?" Jiang Nian suggested, "Beg them not to fight, play seriously."

"Forget it, let's just bring Tao Ran in." Li Hua was the first to shake his head, "If we lose, so be it. If we win, the class rep deserves great credit."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yang also agreed.

"Yeah, with the class rep on the field, it's better than placing hopes on them."

There's an old saying, don't fear god-like opponents, fear pig-like teammates. If your teammates are idiots, then you're really doomed.

Tao Ran can't play, at least he won't sulk.

Not many at Zhenan Middle School can play soccer, defenders just need to kick the ball away. Being a bit rough is fine, better if the opponent's players are switched out.

One kick, red card sent off.

The opponent staggers, clutching their leg off the field. Strong force creates miracles, a stick fears age, fist fears strength, chaotic punches beat the experienced master.

Zhang Ningzhi saw them huddled together whispering, then dispersing after a while.

"Cheering for you tomorrow!"

"Alright then." Jiang Nian nodded, casually pinched her leg, "That's enough, tomorrow's energy boost completed."

Zhang Ningzhi: "!"

....

Is it possible that the championship match is held in a private environment?

Teens, how about protecting privacy, okay?

Definitely not feasible.

On the way from school.

Jiang Nian turned his head, watching two chattering little girls under the streetlights. His eyebrows first wrinkled, then relaxed.

Got the idea.

"Hmph, what kind of look was that?" Xu Qianqian said with disdain, "Just not talking to you, what's up?"

"Not looking at you, looking at her." Jiang Nian snorted.

Song Xiyun felt a bit embarrassed, that stolen emotion quietly resurfacing within her.

"My aunt had passed, so my mom went back to help."

Jiang Nian sized up Xiao Song, nodded.

"Oh, oh."

The timely shower Song Jiang arrived.