Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance

Strike when the snake hits seven inches.

Yu Zhiyi, as the second-generation representative of the biology class, is somewhat of a colleague with Jiang Nian and knows this shameless person all too well.

This guy is completely out of it.

With a buzz, Jiang Nian replied instantly.

"We'll talk about it later."

Seeing this, she couldn't help rolling her eyes. What does "later" mean? It's nothing more than a bargaining chip for getting more, pure Seren.

"Alright then."

Yu Zhiyi thought to herself that she couldn't be led around by the nose, dealing with people like this requires retreating by advancing.

"Hehe."

The end of evening self-study is approaching.

Jiang Nian finished the exam paper and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. Without waiting for Li Hua to speak, he directly snapped out a driving license.

"Li, have you seen my math paper?"

Li Hua glanced at the black driving license pressed on the exam paper, and instantly couldn't hold it in, such a show-off!

Damn, this dog!

Seeing Li Hua unable to speak for a while, Jiang Nian laughed triumphantly. Little Li Hua, what are you boasting about? You're all just juniors.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Give your assessment."

Li Hua couldn't take it, covered his ears.

"Alright, you're the man, okay!"

Jiang Nian was satisfied, his face showing a honeyed smile as he patted Li Hua's shoulder.

"Go fry me a couple of dishes."

Zhang Ningzhi secretly glanced at Jiang Nian and couldn't help but purse her lips.

"Such behavior."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Nian didn't even turn his head to look at her. His hand reached out under the table, quickly pinching her leg.

The consequence of secretly speaking ill of people behind their backs!

A fierce punishment!

Zhang Ningzhi gave him a glare and angrily turned away. She originally didn't want to deal with him, yet heard them talking about cars.

Zhizhi couldn't help but purse her lips and listened intently for a while.

"Getting a BMW to drive, what do you think?" Li Hua once again revived, boys always have an obsession with cars.

A BMW?

Zhang Ningzhi thought about it, didn't feel much.

"What kind of man drives a BMW, of course, you should drive a BYD." Jiang Nian countered, "Are you born in a situation where you look down on BYD?"

"No, what's the point of driving that thing?" Li Hua was confused, "You damn park it there, and look like a ride-hailing driver."

Honestly, buying a BYD and not running a single ride deserves this (thumbs up), running just one ride also deserves this (thumbs up).

Starting last year, there was a national ride-hailing explosion. If he wasn't temporarily not short on money, Jiang Nian really wanted to buy one and run a few rides.

"You don't understand, there are too many benefits to dating while driving a BYD."

"?"

"When you send your girlfriend home late at night and park the car downstairs at her house, her dad will have to stand on the roadside to hand you a cigarette."

Li Hua's smile disappeared and he pointed at him.

"Damn it, this is the benefit, huh?"

"Don't worry so much, just say if it's convenient or not?" Jiang Nian pointed back at him, "Whatever horse you drive, it might not even get you handed a cigarette."

Li Hua: "... Chi Shi."

Zhang Ningzhi heard these words and pursed her lips further, thinking this guy is really too bad, already having thought of a routine in advance.

But the next second, she lowered her eyes and got lost in thought.

Her own parents indeed don't seem to be that open-minded... Jiang Nian's approach, in fact, isn't without merit.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but be a little angry again.

....

After school.

Since Song Xiyun joined the going-home small group, the meeting point was changed, and Jiang Nian met up with the two beautiful girls downstairs.

The crowd downstairs was bustling.

"Let's go, why are you two so slow?" Although Jiang Nian was the one to arrive later, he never wasted energy, habitually flipping the situation.

"You're the slow one!" Qianqian was miffed, giving him a glance, "Jiang Nian, do you have any shame?"

"No."

"You!"

Song Xiyun started to feel awkward again, but after walking together for a while and talking a bit, she slowly relaxed.

She thought to herself, she would be walking this route often in the future.

Song Xiyun didn't know much about Zhao Qiuxue's move north. She vaguely knew it was to earn money and that she was selling clothes.

The three naturally chatted about this topic along the way.

"Can you earn money selling that now?"

"Probably, it's more troublesome without traffic in the beginning." Jiang Nian didn't elaborate, changing the subject, "Hey, are you guys up for a late-night snack?"

Song Xiyun shook her head, not having much appetite.

Qianqian didn't feel like it either, eager to get home for a shower and sleep.

"No, let's go home."

After going upstairs, Jiang Nian didn't enter his own home, but went to the opposite door first. He helped with some chores and tidied up some odds and ends.

Although Song Xiyun was sure she would stay, time was tight in senior year. Her room wasn't tidied up yet, so she was still sharing with Qianqian.

Today she only brought some clothes to change, planning to move in over the weekend.

Jiang Nian purely brushed a presence, found a reason to linger for a while, so the next three-person night talk wouldn't seem abrupt.

After a while.

"I'm going to take a shower first." Qianqian got up from the sofa and said.

It was very late already, if the shower was delayed, the remaining sleep time after the two girls finished would not be much.

Jiang Nian also picked up his bag and said his goodbyes, since Song Xiyun was there, lingering until late at night without a reason wouldn't be suitable.

He wasn't in a hurry to complete tasks, not wanting to appear too eager.

Being closer might also mean getting farther.

"Alright, then I'm heading back too."

Song Xiyun inclined and sent Jiang Nian to the door, her face delicate and soft, her small figure appeared slim and fragile.

"Bye-bye."

"Hm." Jiang Nian stared at the "future ex-girlfriend" for a moment and nodded, "Close the door, good night."

With a click, the door closed and was locked from the inside.

Song Xiyun returned to the sofa, gazing at the familiar yet unfamiliar living room. She curled her fingers and stared at the wall in a daze.

As if a fog, some vague things floated in her heart.

Weird.

She shook her head, dispelling those unclear things from her mind, and took out the change of clothes from her bag.

Late at night.

After washing up, Jiang Nian stayed up as usual working on questions, his head feeling a bit bloated. He leaned back in his chair, thinking about the day-after-tomorrow New Year's Day party.

We could store some alcohol at Qianqian's place, light alcohol won't get us drunk.

If it's for a night chat, drinking this can prolong the time and also make the atmosphere a bit more harmonious.

As he was thinking this, his phone buzzed.

Li Qingrong: "My place is a bit messy."

Jiang Nian was getting a bit sleepy from working on problems but snapped awake after seeing this message, almost couldn't hold it in.

"Huh?"

"Are you free this weekend?" Li Qingrong got straight to the point, "Help me tidy up, I can't finish it by myself..."

Jiang Nian thought for a moment; he needed to help Xiao Song move luggage this weekend.

"No, I've got plans."

Li Qingrong was typing on the other side, taking a few seconds.

"Okay."

Jiang Nian stared at the phone screen and after considering, typed out a line.

"Let's do Saturday, I'll leave early from the New Year's Eve party."

It's not about stringing along; it's just impractical to go back and forth. Song Xiyun's place is on the north side of town, and traveling back and forth takes quite a while.

Simpler to find another time that's more convenient.

Li Qingrong replied with a smile, "Okay."

The next day.

After washing up, Jiang Nian left home and saw two pairs of women's shoes on the shoe rack across the door. His eyelid twitched involuntarily, feeling a bit surreal.

He stared at them for a few seconds, then headed downstairs, not thinking deeply about it. Worries are born from overthinking, think too much and they become obsessions.

After buying breakfast, he entered the school gate.

Suddenly bumping into Zhou Haifei, she was standing in the area between the road and the small pavilion. Amidst the faint mist, she was reciting her lessons.

Jiang Nian remembered, the last time he encountered her she was also reciting lessons.

Has it become a routine?

This is quite common in senior year, making a plan for a short-term goal and sticking to it for a while.

"Morning."

"Morning." Zhou Haifei nodded.

"What are you reciting?" Jiang Nian, carrying his bag, went forward to take a look, "English words... are you not good at English?"

"A bit..." Zhou Haifei nodded, a bit embarrassed, "Recently regressed a little, so I started getting up early to recite words."

Jiang Nian didn't ask further about that.

"Oh."

Zhou Haifei also mentioned selling apples and thanked him. She indeed earned a little through that part-time job.

He waved it off, not intending to take credit. Just as he was about to chat casually a bit more, he heard Zhou Haifei anxiously ask.

"Did you tell anyone about me giving you apples?"

"Tell who?"

"I don't know, just...," Zhou Haifei said seriously, "better safe than sorry, I don't want any trouble."

Clap, clap, clap, Jiang Nian couldn't help but applaud her.

"You really... have maxed out your risk-avoidance awareness."

Zhou Haifei didn't refute, with no one behind her to rely on, she only had herself, being careful is normal.

There's no room for recklessness; the college entrance exam is the only lifeline.

"Maybe so."

"Alright, I didn't say a word." Jiang Nian waved, taking a couple of steps backward, "By the way, when are you going to treat me to a meal?"

"But you have to let me know in advance, I..." Zhou Haifei didn't finish, watching as he walked away, feeling a bit deflated.

She's very afraid of getting into trouble, of unexpected disasters.

But because of Jiang Nian, for the first time, she made money so easily, breaking her perception of earning money.

Finding the right person, earning money doesn't seem that hard.

At noon.

Jiang Nian skipped running drills, wandering into the comprehensive office.

Qingbao arrived early, looking at him with surprise.

"Huh?"

"Teacher, your desk is really messy." Jiang Nian sat down carelessly, "Has anyone ever said it looks nothing like a female teacher's desk?"

"Have they?" Qingbao examined her desk and pondered, "Shouldn't a desk look as neat as its owner?"

Jiang Nian almost spit out his tea, looked up at Qingbao.

"No way, teacher, are you this narcissistic?"

Upon hearing this, Qingbao looked at him, puzzled.

"Huh?"

"Other teachers said that."

"But you can't believe everything, they were just saying it casually." Jiang Nian was convinced, rolled up his sleeves and said.

"This is not harmonious at all. Teacher, step aside."

Seeing this, Qingbao didn't refuse. She came early to prepare for next week's lessons, and there weren't many teachers in the office.

Since she wasn't busy, she simply moved to the next teacher's desk.

"Oh, oh."

In the following ten minutes, Qingbao occasionally looked at the second-round textbook, and occasionally turned her head to watch Jiang Nian skillfully tidy up.

She originally thought Jiang Nian was just impulsively tidying up the desk, who knew he actually looked quite professional.

Qingbao barely lifted her head before the desk was clean. The files were organized, and the desk was wiped.

Inborn cleaning genius.

No, maybe it's called something-master.

"It's really clean, you're so good at tidying?" Qingbao seemed surprised, as if discovering a new function in her student.

Uh-oh, a prelude to being turned into a workhorse.

So, in the workplace, never be eager to show off. The capable do more, so do more and you'll get more burdens.

But then again, Qingbao's burdens he loves to take on. After all, Qingbao won't let him be at a disadvantage, the more he takes on, the more he earns.

This is the importance of a good boss.

"Mainly because I like doing some housework." Jiang Nian said seriously, "How's this organization?"

Qingbao pondered for a while, took out her phone, and said.

"It's worth a tip."

Jiang Nian was startled, then snapped back to reality.

"How much?"

"I don't know the standard rate, but give the highest one." Qingbao stood up, pulled out a set of test papers, "Here you go, a tip."

Jiang Nian: "Wait, teacher, you...?"

Seeing class was about to start, he didn't stay long.

Darn, got played.

Qingbao seems proper and naive, but has a big scheming heart.

While going upstairs, Jiang Nian glanced down at the brand new set of 16+ biology test papers in his hand, and couldn't hold it in anymore.

Damn, how can someone be so conniving!