Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance-Chapter 771 - 597: The Prime Minister Is Sick (2)

Chapter 771: Chapter 597: The Prime Minister Is Sick (2)
First, ask about dietary restrictions and estimate appetite size. Arrange 2-5 skewers of meat per person and 2-3 pieces of seafood each.
If there are special dishes, serve the special dishes.
Don’t worry about the rest, leave it to others to handle.
Huang Fang sat there like a quail, watching them order food. She silently took a sip of tea, not daring to speak.
She secretly glanced at the biology teacher, Qingbao, who was without makeup, her skin fair, her smile slightly gentle.
It was somewhat different from the stern teacher she remembered from class.
Even so, give Huang Fang a hundred times the courage, she wouldn’t dare to be so close with a class teacher in private.
Actually, Qingbao wasn’t quite accustomed to it either.
She maintained a serious demeanor in class to establish authority among the students, facilitating teaching management.
This was the first time she had invited students to a barbecue.
If Jiang Nian hadn’t suggested it and she were to ponder over it, she would most likely not choose a barbecue stall, for fear it would upset the students’ stomachs.
But as soon as Jiang Nian suggested it, she inexplicably agreed.
Because Qingbao had a feeling that even if someone did get an upset stomach, Jiang Nian could handle it well.
"The barbecue is here!"
"Start eating, start eating!!"
"Who ordered the beef skewers?"
"Mine."
"Damn, you shameless person, you’re eating my chicken wings."
The few people Jiang Nian brought were familiar and had shared some experiences, gradually chatting about various topics.
They talked about studies, family, funny things that happened during New Year, occasionally shouting out loud when excited.
Ding ding ding, the sound of glasses of soda clinking together rang out.
Yu Zhiyi drank a bit of alcohol, her face mildly flushed, her speech a tad slurred, later resorting to silence.
In the end, Jiang Nian drove them all back.
The night wind blew as the vehicle passed over the Nanjiang Bridge.
Qingbao sat in the passenger seat, elbow on the window, chin in hand, staring out at the myriad lights of the bridge, lost in thought.
Vroom vroom, the vehicle emitted a faint sound while in motion.
In the back seat, both Li Hua and Yu Zhiyi were drunk, each leaning to one side, except for the sober Huang Fang sitting in the middle.
She looked at the windshield ahead, the car lights cutting through the night, a thought involuntarily popping into her head.
Perhaps, she would remember this moment forever.
Actually, this was the reason Jiang Nian brought them along. They say in life’s three iron bonds: carrying through challenges together...
The essence of deepening relationships is friends doing something special together.
Half an hour later, Jiang Nian first sent Qingbao back. He got out with Huang Fang to avoid any suspicion.
Afterwards, he conveniently dropped Li Hua home.
Li Hua, not much of a drinker, insisted on boasting, downing two bottles only to end up dead drunk.
"Hua, wake up!"
Jiang Nian shook him, "I’m your dad, I’m your dad."
"Chi... Chi Shi!"
"Good, he’s not completely out of it," Jiang Nian said while propping Li Hua up and bringing him home, leaving Huang Fang wide-eyed.
After seven or eight minutes, he jogged back to the car.
"Damn, hope Ma Guojun doesn’t find out." He quickly slid back into the car, "I blamed it on him."
Huang Fang: "..."
She figured it out— add all three of their credibility together, and they couldn’t borrow a shared bicycle.
Click, Jiang Nian fastened his seatbelt and started the car.
"Alright, taking you back to the dormitory."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Zhiyi, who had been dead drunk like a dog, suddenly climbed up from the back seat.
"I want to sit... beside you."
Jiang Nian: "???"
You can’t reason with women, especially drunk women; he decided not to argue with Yu Zhiyi.
"Fangfang, hold her down."
"Ah?" Huang Fang was dumbfounded.
Fortunately, after a moment, Yu Zhiyi was quiet again. Huang Fang saw her asleep once more and finally sighed in relief.
The car approached the North District, slowly driving into the alley.
Without closing the door, Jiang Nian and Huang Fang supported Yu Zhiyi together through the North Gate, attracting quite a few onlookers along the way.
Jiang Nian regretted not putting on the hat from the passenger seat.
Someone might ask, what about Fangfang?
It’s just that people from Group Six make wise choices at times like this, putting themselves first.
If you’re too conscientious, you’ll be expelled from the group.
Below the dormitory building, Huang Fang worried that her strength was too small to get Yu Zhiyi upstairs.
Even though she looked slim, she wasn’t light at all.
However, Huang Fang saw Jiang Nian talk to the dormitory supervisor for a while, and before long, the supervisor smiled and let them through.
Jiang Nian approached and said solemnly,
"Let’s go."
Huang Fang was muddled, curiously asking,
"What did you say?"
Jiang Nian, while carrying Yu Zhiyi’s arm, suppressed a smile and said,
"I said I’m the class monitor of Class Four, a girl in the class had a breakup and drank too much, I and a discipline committee member are helping her upstairs."
Huang Fang: "Huh?"
I’ve become the discipline committee member of Class Four?
When Yu Zhiyi was still dead drunk in bed, Huang Fang turned on the dormitory light, took out a test paper, and prepared for an all-night study session.
But Jiang Nian, from the dormitory doorway, beckoned to her.
"Fangfang, come out for a bit."
In the past, she would have asked why Jiang Nian hadn’t gone downstairs yet, wondering if he planned to sleep in the girls’ dormitory.
Now, she only felt... uneasy.
"Don’t ask me to do anything against my conscience, I’ve stopped doing that. Even if you threaten me, it’s no use."
"No, just take the call." Jiang Nian pointed to the phone, "Zhizhi called and wouldn’t believe I was picking up the teacher."
Upon hearing this, Huang Fang was left speechless.
"Alright."
"Hello, Zhizhi," Huang Fang answered the call, "This afternoon, I went with Jiang Nian, and the team leader too."
"Yes, yes."
"Okay, I thought he was lying to me." Zhang Ningzhi’s voice was sweet, "Bye, goodnight."
After hanging up, Jiang Nian took back the phone.
Thinking it’s not surveillance, it’s like surveillance. Luckily, she was just a good desk mate; otherwise, she might have been always watching him.
Freedom...
Huang Fang had a complicated look, "Zhizhi trusts me the most, even more than the team leader, so don’t make me lie again."
"How can that be called lying?" Jiang Nian said, "Picked up the teacher, had barbecue, and that’s it, right?"
Huang Fang: "If you’re not guilty, why make me answer?"
"Fangfang, you’re talking too much."
.....
Jiang Nian returned home and went straight to the bathroom for a shower. After washing away the smell of the barbecue, he knocked on the door across from him.
"Knock knock knock."
After a while, Song Xiyun opened the door. Her face was covered with a white mask, startling Jiang Nian.
"Damn."
"What’s wrong?" she asked.
It was quite late, almost midnight, and generally, Jiang Nian wouldn’t usually come over at this time.
"Nothing, just help me pass a message to Xu Qianqian." He took out his phone, unlocked it, and showed it to her.
"I got 666 in my final score."
After saying that, seeing Song Xiyun’s puzzled look, Jiang Nian hummed a tune, leisurely heading back home.
"So strange..."
She muttered and, after realizing Jiang Nian’s final score of 666, was stunned.
"So close to mine."
Returning to the living room, Xu Qianqian, wearing thick pajamas, lounged on the sofa with a face mask on, turning to see her alone.
"Who was it?"
"It was him."
"Oh, oh, what did he say?" Xu Qianqian lounging comfortably, "So late, definitely up to no good."
Song Xiyun thought for a moment and spoke,
"He said..."
"He said he got 666 in his final exams and showed me his score screenshot, asking me to tell you."
Upon hearing this, Xu Qianqian immediately sat up.
"What?"
She abruptly sat up from the couch, stunned for quite a while.
"Did he really score that high?"
"What’s the matter?"
"Nothing... nothing." Xu Qianqian forced a smile, pacing around the living room with her face mask.
Song Xiyun: "Hmm?"
As Xu Qianqian paced more nervously, she simply returned to her room and began pounding on a stuffed bear on the bed.
"Two punches for you! Two punches for you!"
"No way?"
She thought it over, deciding to pretend to be sick for a few days.
Yes, a brilliant plan.