Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance-Chapter 808 616: Bad Woman Fishing

"Are you going to give a speech?" Zhang Ningzhi's eyes were sparkling with admiration. "So amazing."
The emotional value from the young lady of Nanjiang Bay is genuinely plentiful and sincere.
"I guess." Jiang Nian replied casually, too many people were watching, so it wasn't easy to pinch Zhizhi, he's been a bit accustomed to it lately.
One day without pinching, his hands start itching (Litang accent).
"Holy crap, how is it Jiang Nian again?"
"Beast! Total beast!"
"No way, is he really the principal's illegitimate child? Damn, he shows up too often."
The class couldn't hold it anymore, what kind of treatment is this?
If you say, Jiang Nian being the Motivational Star was well-deserved. Getting the Provincial Outstanding Student award was understandable too.
Then today, he also won the highest end-of-term first prize.
A total score of 666, it makes sense.
But at the Hundred-Day Pledge Conference, the whole senior year had only one speaking slot. Yet this guy took the slot again.
Admittedly, there is a sense of class honor.
But bro's flying too high, went from a nobody. In one leap, he directly became the Crown Prince.
"Chi Shi, really want to replace this byd!" Li Hua was gnashing his teeth, you really let him drive a Land Rover.
Ma Guojun chuckled, "Xuanwu Gate duel, whoever wins is the Crown Prince."
Huang Fang glanced back at Jiang Nian, thinking if he becomes the boss, he might not drag me into the water anymore.
Maybe, the day of salvation... is today.
Zeng You, well-read and deep in thought for a moment.
"Awesome."
Li Qingrong, on the other hand, had little reaction, just resting her head on her hand, glancing faintly at Jiang Nian.
"Cough cough."
Old Liu made a downward gesture, and when Class Three settled down, he began the lesson slowly.
"Alright, take out your big review book, turn to…"
Rustling, the sound of pages flipping filled the classroom. The pale yellow afternoon sunlight slanting into the corridor gradually drifted away.
After three classes, Zeng You stretched lazily.
"So boring."
Li Hua was memorizing vocabulary, and upon hearing this, immediately threw aside the vocabulary book and joined in with a face trying to suppress laughter, starting to chat.
"What were you reading this afternoon?"
"Ghost Stories from Western Hunan."
Li Hua rubbed his chin, "Hmm… alright."
Wu Jungu chimed in, "You read these every day, aren't you scared at night?"
Zeng You shrugged nonchalantly, "Scared of what? I live in a dorm, not alone."
Jiang Nian, who was originally doing exercises, suddenly looked up and said.
"What if your roommate is a ghost?"
Zeng You: "????"
"Damn!"
He thought carefully about that scenario, and suddenly felt tingles down his spine. Neither sleeping nor running away seemed right.
"Don't talk, you're too beastly."
After a brief study session.
Jiang Nian was about to head over to work on the blackboard newspaper when he saw Wang Yuhe coming over, and reflexively jumped in place.
"Not coming, don't mess around."
Wang Yuhe glanced at him, blabbing nonsensically.
"No, not touching you."
Jiang Nian slowly nodded and pointed at her.
"You better be."
"It was Yunyun who asked me to come over, she wanted me to ask you." Wang Yuhe said, "Are you eating at the dorm canteen this afternoon?"
Eating at the dorm canteen is shorthand in conversation.
"I..." Jiang Nian almost instinctively recalled the stir-fried greens and taro at the canteen's first-floor window, truly a delicacy.
Occasionally, they'd even give a moon cake at the window.
"Forget it, I've got things to do later." Jiang Nian gestured behind him, "You guys go, I need to work on the blackboard newspaper."
"Oh oh, then I'll tell Yunyun." Wang Yuhe finished speaking and was about to dash off, "I'm off!"
"Hmm?" Jiang Nian looked up.
He was still puzzled about when the usually hurried elementary schooler had become so dilly-dallying when he got punched in the back.
"Ouch!"
.....
After school, Dong Que lingered at her seat for a while. When most people had left, she leisurely got up.
She was a bit nervous, almost walking in an odd rhythm.
Turning her head, she saw Jiang Nian coming over, rubbing his back. She looked puzzled and asked, "What happened to you?"
"Nothing, got hit by a car." Jiang Nian waved it off, "How are we doing this? Are you starting with drawing or what?"
The blackboard newspaper consists of three parts: area planning, calligraphy, and illustration.
Jiang Nian was in charge of calligraphy, Dong Que was in charge of planning and illustrating. Drawing some borders and landscapes.
"Let's do it together." Dong Que nervously suggested, "I'll start from the side, your writing area is in the middle."
Her gaze wandered to the side.
"So... I'll draw the lines for you, and you can just write directly, this way... it won't delay your meal."
"Okay." Jiang Nian nodded.
He was indeed a bit hungry, by this time nearly everyone in class had gone to eat, only a handful were still working hard.
Emperor Fangfang was certainly one of them.
Dong Que had already started erasing the blackboard, with only one cloth available. Jiang Nian watched from the side, not offering to help either.
As the Literature Commissioner, she had plenty of skills.
Besides, standing and watching Dong Que's white arms moving like windshield wipers was quite pleasant to the eye.
After watching for a while, he felt a bit bored.
So, he turned back to the sixth group, stood by Huang Fang's desk, shamelessly teasing her to talk.
"Stop writing, Fangfang."
"You've already violated Class Three's Justice Act, the unforgivable crime of over-achieving, I hereby strip you of your..."
"Go away." Huang Fang said emotionlessly, giving him the side-eye, "Don't bother me with my homework, or I'll explode."
Jiang Nian immediately became serious, fanning Huang Fang with a notebook.
"Calm down, I'll go right away."
Dong Que had already finished erasing the left side of the blackboard, her movements swift, and when switching sides, glanced that way once.
Seeing Huang Fang having a good relationship with someone, she couldn't help but feel a bit envious.
After a while, she wiped an arc on the board with the cloth. Then hopped a bit, adding two jumps with a thick vertical line.