Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance-Chapter 790 607: Good Deeds and Kind Acts

"Huh?"
Jiang Nian was slightly stunned, not expecting that from before New Year's Eve until now, in the blink of an eye, Li Lanying was already preparing to leave Zhen Nan.
But then again, the Lantern Festival was already over.
Wouldn't the class monitor... be living alone again?
He asked, "When?"
"Tomorrow afternoon." Li Qingrong lowered her eyes and added, "I want to see her off, but I can't drive."
Hearing this, Jiang Nian suddenly realized.
"I'll do it."
She said, "But we have class."
"I'll take leave, I'll talk to Old Liu." Jiang Nian said, "He has a class in the afternoon, no big deal."
"Okay, okay." Li Qingrong nodded.
Seeing this, Jiang Nian hurriedly went to relieve himself. After coming out, he bumped into Yu Zhiyi at the sink.
"Hey." She waved, "What a coincidence."
The water from the faucet gushed like a column.
Jiang Nian bent over to wash his hands and casually said, "Yeah, you're here to relieve yourself too?"
Yu Zhiyi: "... Can't you be more civilized?"
"You have so many demands." Jiang Nian instantly put on a dead fish eye look, "Are you a fairy or something, you don't pee?"
"You're such a jerk!" Yu Zhiyi was almost bursting with anger.
Suddenly, a figure walked past the two of them. The girl passing by greeted Jiang Nian.
"Hi."
"Oh." Jiang Nian nodded.
After the girl passed, Yu Zhiyi frowned and said.
"The class committee member from the next class?"
"Yeah, Liu Yang's girlfriend." Jiang Nian leaned against the railing, nodding, "I wonder if Old Liu knows."
Yu Zhiyi wasn't interested in this and suspiciously turned her head and asked.
"Are you guys close?"
"Not really."
"Oh, I see." Yu Zhiyi wanted to say something but held back, "Hey, if you..."
The bell for self-study rang.
"Got to go." Jiang Nian turned and headed to the classroom without any hesitation, "I still have some papers to finish."
Yu Zhiyi gritted her teeth, "Your personality is the worst!!"
Third period night self-study.
Sun Zhicheng was a bit tired wearing glasses, but ten minutes ago, Chen Yunyun turned around once, and he dispelled the thought.
His heart had long gone cold.
He let his imagination run wild for a while, looked up at the front row, and found that everyone was busy doing their homework.
Sun Zhicheng: "...."
He turned around, just in time to see Lin Dong secretly chatting on QQ. After thinking for a moment, he patted Lin Dong's shoulder and asked.
"Brother Dong, do I look like an educated scoundrel?"
"What?"
Lin Dong thought he misheard, took another look at Sun Zhicheng wearing glasses, and couldn't help but ponder for a moment.
"Scoundrel?"
"An educated scoundrel?"
"Uh... kind of." Lin Dong didn't quite understand why Ah Cheng always asked weird questions.
Sun Zhicheng's confidence surged, deciding not to take off his glasses tonight.
Just then, Wang Yuhe turned around. She glanced at Sun Zhicheng, not quite understanding, and told Chen Yunyun.
"Yunyun, are you going to get glasses too?"
"Yeah."
"Sun Zhicheng's glasses look pretty nice."
"Hmm?" Chen Yunyun turned around. She had mild myopia and had been considering getting glasses since New Year's.
After all, the second semester of senior year is the most critical period. Not only is the learning intensity high, but myopia can also worsen easily.
Sun Zhicheng kept a straight face, but his heart was in turmoil.
On the first day of school, he agonized over his outfit for the whole afternoon. Despite his countless efforts, no one noticed.
He was almost ready to give up.
Luckily, Chen Yunyun noticed him. All the effort was worth it.
Sun Zhicheng's lips trembled, and his eyes were filled with deep affection. Trying to act relaxed, he said, "Do you want me to help recommend a pair?"
The few seconds of waiting were extremely torturous.
With a blink, he slowly closed his eyes, his expression tense, ready for the final judgment.
Just three words to agree.
Chen Yunyun's mouth opened slightly, and she said.
"They don't look good."
....
After night self-study was over.
Jiang Nian glanced at his phone. Song Xiyun had a cough and was sick. Xu Qianqian asked for sick leave and went home together after getting an injection.
"Sick?"
He was slightly surprised. Last time he took Song Xiyun to the hospital for a checkup, there was clearly nothing serious.
"Is it okay?"
He sent a WeChat message, and Xu Qianqian replied in an instant.
"Just a minor cold."
"Alright."
Seeing this, Jiang Nian was relieved. After all, the lesson learned from past experience made him more cautious.
Among the three, Song Xiyun was the one with the weaker constitution.
Honestly, exercise really needs to be done. With a health that weak, it's bound to rain heavily during the two days of the college entrance exams.
Studying so hard, only to be dragged down by health, would be regrettable.
He carried his bag and headed home alone. Just as he exited the school gate, in the street filled with students, he saw a familiar face.
To be precise, a familiar silhouette.
"What are you looking for?"
"Ah?" He Minjun was startled. She turned her head and saw Jiang Nian, "You scared me to death."
Jiang Nian: "???"
"I left my keys in the room and was looking for the locksmith's number." He Minjun said, taking out her phone.
On it was a photo with the words: Find locksmith xxx... registered with the police station.
"Oh, why don't you contact the landlord?" Jiang Nian suggested, "Or, are you... living alone?"
She replied, "Originally not, but the person I was sharing with took a break from school and went to Guangdong to work."
"Working?" Jiang Nian was dumbfounded.
"Yeah, she's planning on taking a single exam and going to a junior college." He Minjun said, "She's already checked the scores needed and the registration fee."
Wow, is it that realistic?
Jiang Nian was shocked.
"Okay then, call the landlord. He should have a spare key; locksmiths start at sixty yuan."
He Minjun shook her head, "I don't want to contact the landlord."
"Then keep looking, I know a locksmith's number." Jiang Nian took the phone and typed it in.
"Thanks."
"Yeah, you really should thank me." Jiang Nian said while typing, "He's cheaper."
"How much?"
"Fifty, and if you haggle, it'll be 45 for a call-out." He finished, handed the phone back to He Minjun, and turned to leave.