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Chapter 356: Chapter 267 Don’t Look for Trouble Without Reason
Friday morning self-study.
In the back row of Class Eight, one of the four seats in a row was empty.
Only three heroes remained.
In the front row, Dan Kaiquan, who was reciting classical Chinese texts, would occasionally look back with a sympathetic smile on his face.
Last night, Brother Nan bombarded his online boyfriend with a hundred messages, repeating countless times "I don’t believe it!"
However, the result he faced was getting blocked and deleted as a friend.
That night, Brother Nan was hurt.
With red eyes, he sat in the sports field all night long.
The sports field connects to the back gate of Fourth Middle School, and a few stray dogs kept Brother Nan company throughout the night.
Dan Kaiquan’s current state of mind was odd, feeling both sympathy and an urge to laugh.
"Brother Nan, really too pitiful."
"Online romance, there’s no good outcome, real-life love is much more reliable."
Dan Kaiquan was a man who relished in the tangible.
He sighed, "Half a month left until the sports meet opens."
"Next up, it’s my turn to perform. I will demonstrate to Brother Nan what it means to be a ’Love Saint.’"
...
After self-study ended.
Hu Jun found Dan Kaiquan in the front row, "Quan, let’s go to the cafeteria to eat, and bring Brother Nan a cup of spicy soup on the way."
Last night Hu Jun went to the sports field to accompany Brother Nan, and Dan Kaiquan followed, but Hu Jun, lacking stamina, left at two in the morning.
Dan Kaiquan, however, incredibly did not return until four.
As for Brother Nan himself, it was after six when he pushed open the dorm room door and fell into a deep sleep on his bed.
Hu Jun and Dan Kaiquan went to the class monitor, Huang Zhongfei, and covered for him, otherwise, if the homeroom teacher checked the class, he would definitely notice someone missing and they could not avoid trouble.
Dan Kaiquan said, "Sure, the fried dough sticks in the cafeteria are pretty tasty."
The Fourth Middle School Cafeteria, having been contracted out to a single owner, had most of its dishes tasting quite average, with only a few exceptions, the fried dough sticks being one of them.
After hearing this, Xue Yuantong secretly swallowed her saliva, having craved the cafeteria’s fried dough sticks for a long time.
Usually, after self-study, many classmates would head to the cafeteria. The place burgeoned with life as students would gather in groups of three or five.
"Jiang Ning, shall we go eat at the cafeteria?" Xue Yuantong asked.
Jiang Ning was curious, "Didn’t you eat breakfast this morning?"
Those students who were day scholars typically ate quite early, often before self-study.
Xue Yuantong pretended to be puzzled, "Eh, did I eat?"
"How could I forget?"
Jiang Ning thought to himself, ’She really has a knack for lying to herself.’
He stayed in his seat, idly flipping through a book, "Eat more if you want, but I won’t be able to carry you on my bike then."
Xue Yuantong volunteered bravely, "No problem, I’ll ride and carry you."
Jiang Ning guessed that if it came to that, neither of them would make it home.
"We’ll go to the cafeteria during the big break in the second period." Jiang Ning said.
The big break lasted almost thirty minutes, plenty of time for eating. Some day scholars who ate early would feel hungry by then, making it an ideal time to have another meal in the cafeteria.
"But we have Tai Chi during the big break," Xue Yuantong lamented.
Jiang Ning replied, "That’s perfect, fewer people in the cafeteria."
Xue Yuantong looked at Jiang Ning, surprised, "Aren’t you practicing Tai Chi?"
Recently, Shan Qingrong had been reiterating the importance of Tai Chi for the demeanor of Fourth Middle School students, insisting they must not slack off.
Unless seriously ill, every student had to attend and learn Tai Chi, with sessions held during the morning break and after school, taking up all the usual physical education time.
The students were complaining bitterly, thoroughly sick of Tai Chi.
Jiang Ning casually remarked, "Do I need to practice?"
Chen Siyu, sitting in the front row, overheard and turned to look at Jiang Ning, recalling the perfection of his Tai Chi moves, which were even more professional than their instructor.
"Indeed, no need to practice." Chen Siyu commented.
Jiang Ning glanced at Chen Siyu; the frequency of the sisters switching clothes this week had decreased.
Xue Yuantong snorted, "What’s there to be proud of, I know it too."
Chen Siyu retorted, "Yours is the least standard, all right!"
Xue Yuantong’s facade was pierced, and she pouted, "I never really practiced seriously before. Just give me a little effort, and I can scare all of you."
She had already decided to go to Jiang Ning’s room every night under some pretext to have him share his expertise.
...
Ultimately, Jiang Ning didn’t take Xue Yuantong for breakfast during the self-study break.
The classroom was fairly full of students; most were gossiping or reading extracurricular books.
With Fourth Middle School’s sports meet and anniversary celebration scheduled for the end of the month, the campus was filled with a festive atmosphere. Trucks often entered the campus with workers carrying flower pots to decorate, and with the monthly exams just over, the students were also slightly restless.
Still, there were students who wouldn’t be easily swayed by external distractions; their only focus was to study hard, get into a good university, and then stand out from the crowd.
Chen Qian, amongst the brighter students of Class Eight, exemplified this hardworking spirit.
Some students were diligent, but only because of their environment, studying without direction or understanding why.
But Chen Qian, he knew what he was striving for, with clear long-term and short-term goals.
"With books, one finds a haven of gold; with books, a beauty’s favor unfolds!" Chen Qian buried himself in his studies.
Each student in Class Eight did their own thing when suddenly someone entered the classroom.
It was a boy dressed in brand-name jackets, brand-name pants, cool sneakers, and a silver watch on his wrist.
His demeanor was confident, as if everything he could desire was within easy reach.
He was Qi Tianheng from Class 10-A2, son of a factory director.
Following Qi Tianheng was a student with a Pot-Lid Head haircut, wearing capri pants and Doudou shoes, whose presence seemed entirely overshadowed by Qi Tianheng, like a loyal follower.
Qi Tianheng looked around the room. By now, several students were looking at him, but Qi Tianheng was unfazed, with a confident and relaxed smile playing on his lips.
Qi Tianheng, stepping in his trendy shoes, entered the classroom and walked past Dan Xiao.
