Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance

"Ah, haven't you corrected your test paper at all?"

"What's the point of attending class like this? If you're tired, go home and sleep!"

Yang Qiming was severely scolded by the physics teacher and sent to the back of the classroom to stand and listen, feeling utterly dejected.

Sun Zhicheng was winning big and got the MVP.

On the other side.

Jiang Nian was listening to the lecture when a familiar mechanical synthesized voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

Ding!

[At thirty-eight, your hairline is in a precarious state. How can a middle-aged perfect man allow himself to go bald?]

In class, Jiang Nian held his head and looked at the panel. Even with just a spectator's mindset, he couldn't help but feel a bit tense.

What's up with the hairline, just messing around, huh?

He touched his lush hair and felt indifferent. With such a body, he wouldn't possibly go bald even at forty.

[Generosity is one of the beautiful qualities of a god-like man. Please support someone in need and earn their praise.

Task: Support one person and earn their sincere praise. Reward: Increase of one millimeter at any external place on the body.]

Hmm?

Jiang Nian immediately sat up straight, staring intently at the reward.

One millimeter?

Of course, no need to say where it should be added, right?

Someone might say, hope to add one millimeter to their breast. Well, that just means, kid, you're quite the pervert.

Jiang Nian realized supporting someone in need wasn't difficult; the hard part was earning their sincere praise.

The typical reaction of most people would be... caution.

Thinking it over, he targeted Li Hua and took out a hundred yuan, knocking and handing it to him.

"Hey buddy, I'm deciding to sponsor you a hundred. Eat a bit better this afternoon."

Upon hearing this, Li Hua instantly beamed with joy. Money from a friend, whether a hundred yuan or a thousand, he'd accept it without hesitation.

It's all because of my personal charm!

"Alright, alright, damn!" Li Hua took the hundred, excitedly said, "Nian, you're really a good person!"

With a ding, the task was instantly completed.

Jiang Nian was pleased, knowing that if he were to work in society, finding someone like Li Hua might not be easy.

After all, at that age, people are no longer pure.

Li Hua was different.

The next moment, a lively Li Hua was also called out by the physics teacher. He stood up, secretly grateful he still had a hundred yuan.

Just as he was about to leave, the hundred yuan was swiftly snatched back by Jiang Nian.

"I think it's fine if you don't starve," Jiang Nian said, "No need to eat so well, it's too wasteful."

Li Hua: "Chi Shi Chi Shi!!!"

As long as one is sufficiently optimistic, good fortune will surely come.

At someone else's expense.

Like Jiang Nian, he lost 0 yuan and gained one millimeter.

An afternoon passed by.

Jiang Nian flipped through the problem set given by Song Xiyun, mentally estimating the key and difficult points of the upcoming exam, his brows furrowing slightly.

Six hundred and fifty, can I win?

"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Ningzhi gently nudged him and asked softly, "You've been looking so worried."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian thought for a moment and replied.

"I'm thinking about the provincial joint exam in a few days, if my scores exceed yours, will you be overly distressed?"

Zhang Ningzhi: "...."

Hmph, you ungrateful wolf!

"Impossible, I'll work hard too." She clenched her little fist, "I'm strong and will improve too."

Indeed, Jiang Nian had to admit.

Geniuses aren't scary; the scary ones are geniuses who keep improving. Like Yukimura Ryoma type, genius and hardworking.

Jiang Nian is, Zhizhi is also such a person.

After all, more than three months ago.

The two of them rose together from the parallel class and joined the ranks of the top ten and sixty percent tier of the Olympic competition class 3.

...

After school in the afternoon.

Jiang Nian and Li Qingrong went together to eat outside the school, chatting a bit along the way and catching quite a few eyes.

He couldn't help but exclaim.

"Qingqing, you're too beautiful, always attracting attention. You really should wear a duckbill hat to cover your face."

Hearing this, Li Qingrong turned to glance at him.

"Then what about you?"

"I'm... I'm okay, I'm used to it," Jiang Nian said, "Standing with you, who would dare come up and flirt?"

Li Qingrong nodded and replied.

"I am too."

"What?" Jiang Nian asked.

"With you by my side, no one would come up to flirt," Li Qingrong said, "I... quite like... this."

What does this mean?

Jiang Nian glanced at Li Qingrong, didn't understand but followed up.

"I like it too."

The two found a Chinese fast-food place to eat, like small bowl dishes. Choose what you like, put them on a tray, and pay.

Simple three dishes and one soup, filling without waste.

"Have your parents returned?"

"Yes." Li Qingrong nodded, her chopsticks paused, "They returned this noon and found out I moved out."

"And then?" Jiang Nian also instinctively paused with his chopsticks.

"They're angry but don't dare let me know." Li Qingrong looked up, "I... my sister, she called to tell me."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian thought the class leader was quite influential, considered for a moment, then said.

"That's great."

Indeed, this proves the class leader's parents aren't vicious people. More importantly, the class leader can protect herself.

Even if I'm the mastermind behind renting the house, at least I'm not getting sunk to Nanjiang.

Jiang Nian breathed a sigh of relief, "Then... do your parents know where you're living? Have they... asked you anything?"

Li Qingrong shook her head, thought for a while, and then replied.

"They can't control me, and I don't want to see them. It's always been like this, I don't feel the need to break the status quo."

"Your relationship with your parents..." Jiang Nian knew he shouldn't ask, but since they were already talking about it, it felt inappropriate not to.

Li Qingrong was silent for a moment, "I'll tell you next time."

"Yeah, okay." Jiang Nian had only asked casually and didn't pay much attention, "No problem, we'll talk about it later when we have the chance."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingrong stared at him intently and said earnestly.

"Someday, I will tell you."

Jiang Nian nodded thoughtfully, thinking that he really needed to learn more in advance, which would also make it easier for future visits.

Although it's still early, it's good to be prepared.

"Alright!"

After dinner, he began to worry again.

In a place like Zhen Nan, the high bride price is secondary. Being well-matched in social status is the core, and there's a massive gap between him and Zhizhi.

Not to mention the ethereal Li Qingrong, who seems out of touch with the world.

Under this pressure, Jiang Nian's home is barren. With a bit of money in hand, he has no choice but success.

The future is uncertain and enticing.

Damn it, life is really going backward now.

...

Afternoon.

Yang Qiming, filled with anger, took Huang Cailang out of the school to eat.

Cursing along the way, with seven out of ten words revolving around Sun Zhicheng's mom. You could say he's rather gentlemanly.

The two entered a sparsely populated shop, which seemed to have opened recently.

"Bro, don't be angry." Huang Cailang comforted after sitting down, "There's no point in getting angry, it's not worth it."

"Sigh, I'm just venting." Yang Qiming picked up a glass cup from the table, took a sip, thinking the service was quite good.

Suddenly, a waiter came over.

"Hello, what would you like to order?"

Yang Qiming finally remembered to order. He took the menu, and the moment he saw the prices, he was stunned.

Dammit, what can you order with these prices?

The bro is leaving.

But Yang Qiming is a face-loving person, admitting that he was unwilling to spend money was too uncomfortable.

Fortunately, he had a sudden brainwave and immediately found a solution.

That was to die instantly.

In the end, it was Huang Cailang who saw the price list. Seeing the fried rice priced at 39, he exclaimed in shock.

"Damn, it's so expensive, let's not eat!"

The two slipped out of the shop and saw Jiang Nian and Li Qingrong walking together from a distance, exchanging looks in disbelief.

"Was that just... the class monitor?"

"Yeah... probably."

Yang Qiming's expression turned complex, he bit his teeth and said.

"Damn it, it's really infuriating!"

Night fell.

Tao Ran, sleepy all afternoon, chose to recklessly ride his bike on the way to self-study from home.

Nightfall, as the evening breeze blew.

His consciousness returned, and he stopped at the intersection. Suddenly the existential questions popped up: Who am I, where am I, where am I going?

Tao Ran glanced at the sky, feeling it was so gloomy.

"Probably... school is over?"

Thinking this, he muddled his way back home.

In the classroom.

Cai Xiaoqing listened to Tao Ran's excuse for leave, she couldn't hold back her disbelief; it was the most outrageous reason she'd heard this year.

"You were too tired halfway and decided to ride back home directly?"

Tao Ran's voice was calm over the phone.

"Yeah, that's about it."

"Forget it, just take a sick leave." Cai Xiaoqing was speechless, "I'll handle it later, that's it."

The class was noisily chaotic, without any discipline.

Cai Xiaoqing sighed, got up, and walked out of the classroom. She coincidentally ran into Jiang Nian and decided to take him along.

"Tao Ran was so confused he went home halfway."

Jiang Nian was even more confused, "So why are you looking for me?"

Cai Xiaoqing glanced at him, "To help move test papers."

Over there, she just explained the situation to Old Liu. Returning to the Chinese office, she found several girls crowding around Jiang Nian.

Cai Xiaoqing: "..."

"Have the test papers been counted yet?" She walked up and pulled Jiang Nian out, finding him with two sets of papers counted.

"All done, someone kept chatting with me." Jiang Nian said, "If I weren't disturbed, I'd finish faster."

"Stop boasting, let's go upstairs." Cai Xiaoqing took a set of test papers from his hands and headed to the stairs.

"Hey, when did I boast?"

During evening self-study.

Qianbao, monitoring in class, after circling the room with nothing to do, simply asked Jiang Nian to hand in his test papers for checking.

Coincidentally, Old Liu came in to announce something.

After speaking, his gaze also landed on Jiang Nian, casually criticizing him, immediately resonating with Qianbao.

"He's just like that, likes to do things secretively."

"Mainly, he doesn't have a strong sense of progress." Old Liu defined, "Like a toad, poke it and it jumps."

Occasionally, classmates raised their heads to look at the bench and Qianbao and the class monitor in front of Jiang Nian for evaluation.

Couldn't help but feel some envy because this counts as being seen differently.

More importantly, Jiang Nian didn't actively seek trouble. It was just the bench and Qianbao chatting, and Jiang Nian acted as a bridge.

Too crafty, but indeed quite capable.