Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance-Chapter 775 - 600: The Start of School

Chapter 775: Chapter 600: The Start of School
Jiang Nian’s eyelids twitched slightly, thinking that it was about enough.
byd Lv Xuan.
"Shopping alone?" He turned his head to the side, mouthed the word "get lost," and added, "You must be meeting someone, right?"
"I did arrange to meet someone." Lv Xuan covered her mouth with a laugh, one that sounded oddly sinister, "I’m leaving immediately, okay?"
Li Qingrong nodded and even waved her hand.
"Bye-bye."
"Bye-bye, bye-bye." Lv Xuan left cheerfully, like a dead dog rolling on the ground happily after getting a bone.
At least, that’s how it seemed from Jiang Nian’s perspective, like the cartoon character Joyful Lamb.
"Let’s go." He let out a sigh of relief.
"Mm." Li Qingrong nodded and after walking a while, suddenly said, "She’s a good person."
"Huh?" Jiang Nian was taken aback.
The Holy Emperor wasn’t exactly known for having laser-sharp discernment between loyalty and deceit.
"Uh, I guess she’s okay." He said softly, "But a while ago, I saw her riding an old lady across the street."
Li Qingrong glanced at him, not bothering to respond.
By this time, the sky was completely dark. The area around the plaza was getting more and more lively, with a bustling street filled with food stalls.
"Do you want to eat those grilled skewers?"
"What?"
"Duck intestines."
"No." Li Qingrong refused.
"Grilled cold noodles, they look alright." All along the way, Jiang Nian was almost always looking at food, "Whoa, grilled pig’s trotters."
"Are you very hungry?" Li Qingrong turned to ask.
"Not really."
"Then I’ll help you buy it." She stood beside the stall, ordered a grilled pig’s trotter, and then quietly waited.
There were indeed many people coming to see the lanterns, but Jiang Nian hadn’t run into any of the people from Class Three so far. However, he did see at least three old classmates.
Faces he recognized, but couldn’t recall their names.
After a few years of not seeing them, the old classmates had matured into adult figures. Some had gained weight, and some were thinning on top.
But without exception, they all cast a surprised look at Jiang Nian.
"Damn!"
"Is that Jiang Nian?"
"Who’s the person beside him, isn’t that... why is she buying him a grilled pig’s trotter, this is so unrealistic."
Li Qingrong was known, but not that well-known.
In the small-town high schools, students were mostly introverted. Except for the busybodies, they basically only knew the girls from their own and neighboring classes.
But still, some people knew her.
"Brother Xiao Fan, the plaza is just ahead." The tall Cao Yang and the Dog Head Military Advisor Zeng Yunde were flanking Zhang Xiaofan.
"Mm, alright." Zhang Xiaofan held his head high, looking defiant, "Let’s buy some food later."
"I’ll treat!"
"Brother Xiao Fan is so generous, with the grace of a dragon and the demeanor of a phoenix." Zeng Yunde didn’t care much and immediately started buttering him up.
Cao Yang gave a thumbs-up, "Indeed."
Zhang Xiaofan just smiled, thinking to himself that this was the right way to build rapport. Back in middle school, he really admired one of the big shots.
Whenever they went out, they’d be surrounded by a bunch of followers.
Later, he found out that those followers of the big shots would often go hungry for days and were all as skinny as bamboo poles.
He also heard that they eventually got beat up, and their prestige shattered to pieces.
"Bro, isn’t that who?"
"Hm?" Zhang Xiaofan followed the voice and saw Jiang Nian standing there, next to a girl with a clear and chilly demeanor.
"Whoa, am I seeing things?"
"Bro, who’s that?"
"Li Qingrong."
Cao Yang didn’t know Li Qingrong, but just took one glance over there and instinctively looked away.
She was so immaculate.
Whether it was her clothes or her tall stature. Her skin was white as snow, standing out in stark contrast at the little stall.
Her ponytail cascaded down, like flowing ink in the night.
"Damn, my eyes must be playing tricks on me." Zhang Xiaofan couldn’t help but say, "Why would Li Qingrong like this guy?"
"Bro, don’t feel disheartened." Cao Yang comforted, "If you like her, we can find a way to snatch her for you."
Actually, he was just talking big. As long as they made a gesture or two, that was good enough for Brother Xiao Fan. Real confrontation was out of the question.
He recalled that night when they met the great-grandmother.
Just as he finished speaking, Cao Yang received a hit from Zhang Xiaofan.
"Snatch!"
"Snatch your sister!" Zhang Xiaofan said angrily, "You’re really trying to get me killed, do you know she... never mind."
"Let’s go, let’s go."
Zeng Yunde knew some inside information and wisely chose to play dead. Before leaving, he took one last look at that little stall.
Li Qingrong took out a red bill and handed it to the grilled pig’s trotter stall owner, her lips moved slightly.
She must have been saying thank you.
As for Jiang Nian, he stood beside her, taking the grilled pig’s trotter and blowing on it. This scene was entirely witnessed by Zeng Yunde.
Truly surreal.
"Qingqing, want to take a bite?" Jiang Nian waved the pig’s trotter in front of her, "You should be open to trying new things."
"No." Li Qingrong dodged.
"Then I’ll enjoy it by myself, there’s more food ahead." Jiang Nian exclaimed, "Spicy chicken feet!"
Li Qingrong: "..."
A serving of chicken feet actually costs twenty bucks, which Jiang Nian couldn’t afford. Glancing at Li Qingrong, she handed over the money.
"Thanks, Qingqing."
"Mm."
"Do you want to eat?"
"No."
"You’re so heartless, you don’t eat anything." Jiang Nian said, "Our tastes are completely different."
"That’s called having different tastes."
"Whatever, just try it." Jiang Nian picked out a spicy chicken foot, "It’s really tasty, I promise."
Li Qingrong’s face turned slightly red as she reluctantly ate a chicken foot.
"Tasty?"
"Mm."
Hearing this, Jiang Nian picked out another chicken foot. Unfortunately, this time, no matter what Li Qingrong said, she wouldn’t eat it, and he couldn’t help but let out a sigh.
"You really don’t appreciate good food."
Li Qingrong glanced at him and spoke up.
"We have the same taste."
"What?"
"I just ate." She said.
"Oh, yeah, that’s true." Jiang Nian paused for a moment, then realized, "Qingqing, are your hands cold?"
Li Qingrong: "Cold."
Jiang Nian looked at the spicy chicken feet in his hand, then glanced at the class monitor, reaching out to hold her hand as he was about to set down the chicken feet.
But, the chicken feet were innocent.