Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance

Jiang Nian said, "I can say I treat him as my own."

Huang Fang: "..."

After speaking, Jiang Nian patted Huang Fang on the shoulder again. But he didn't say more, he believed Emperor Fangfang knew well enough.

"Sigh, Nian, how come it suddenly started raining?" Li Hua shook his head, carrying a bag as he entered the room, looking dejected.

Because the guys prayed for rain.

"Uh... I'm not an expert, maybe it's a sudden change in the weather." Jiang Nian said perfunctorily, "I don't really understand, after all, I've said I'm not an expert."

"Chi Shi, stop babbling here!" Li Hua pointed at him, "You're the only one in the whole team who's freaking happy."

"Am I?" Jiang Nian feigned surprise.

"We can't practice, other classes can't either." Ma Guojun put down his bag and turned to comfort, "It's as if everyone practiced."

"Hey, are you still practicing that soccer?!" The antagonist Yao Beibei entered, mocking, "No matter how much you practice, isn't it just the same?"

Jiang Nian rubbed his chin, puzzled.

"Are you guys acting in an Indian movie? How come you started singing?"

"Morning, Fangfang." Zhang Ningzhi, carrying a bag, walked into the bustling classroom, energetically greeting Huang Fang.

"Morning..." Huang Fang's expression was calm.

Jiang Nian propped one hand on the desk, resting his face on it, watching Zhang Ningzhi approach. The corners of his mouth slightly turned up, waiting for her to greet him.

However, Zhang Ningzhi skipped over him.

She placed her bag on the chair with a bang, glanced at him, then unscrewed her thermos and poured a cup of hot water.

She muttered, "The water seems cold."

Jiang Nian couldn't hold back instantly, he couldn't not realize she was intentionally picking a fight. He directly grabbed her hand and gave it a strong squeeze.

"If you don't want to drink, I'll drink it."

"No, I didn't say I wouldn't drink." Zhang Ningzhi clutched the cup, refusing to let go, eventually giving up because she couldn't outplay him.

"Here." She took a pack of small bread and a box of lemon tea out of her bag, "Brought from home, want some?"

"Yes!" Jiang Nian extended his claws.

Today's haul increased by one.

Morning self-study.

Lin Dong was in a state of shock throughout the morning; he heard a rumor. Yu Zhiyi, was going to become his colleague.

Among the six ministers of the current regime, he occupied one position.

He was the most powerful math class representative, far stronger than the representatives of Chinese, English, and other main subjects.

However, the biology class representative was a hot commodity.

After all, the biology teacher Zhong Qing was pretty and young, and when she walked across the classroom aisle during a lecture, she exuded a cool fragrance.

Had he not already devoted himself to math, it would have been hard to take up the role of biology class representative.

Otherwise, as soon as he heard that the former biology class representative stepped down, he guaranteed he'd be the first to rush to the science office to recommend himself.

This time, he had just heard the rumors and discovered the class representative was already decided.

Yu Zhiyi!

What the heck, that cunning, big-chested woman!

How well she concealed it!

At the same time, he realized Class 3's waters were deeper than expected. A reshuffle of the six ministerial positions had occurred so quietly.

Something felt wrong, very wrong.

Sun Zhicheng was in a good mood lately, simply because after letting go, he felt much more relaxed and had the strength to start anew.

This time, he awakened early.

Smiling early wasn't as good as smiling last; Chen Yunyun had always been there. And he never strayed far, and ultimately he would win.

At the same time, he noticed that Chen Yunyun's interactions with Jiang Nian were not frequent. They weren't heating up and were even cooling down.

This invigorated him even more, seeing the dawn of hope.

Sun Zhicheng turned his head, seeing Lin Dong furrowing his brows and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Brother Dong, what's up with you?"

"Have you heard?" Lin Dong started with a classic phrase, "Qian Wenyu that idiot, he's not the biology class representative anymore."

"Huh?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhicheng's mind couldn't help but come alive.

The position of biology class representative was a hot commodity, after all, literally speaking. Not to mention, the biology teacher was quite desirable herself.

If he could secure the class representative position, it would add an official layer and increase interaction possibilities with Chen Yunyun.

Moreover, it would bring prestige.

Two class representatives from one group is quite a distinction!

But before he could continue fantasizing, Lin Dong's next words hit him like a ton of bricks.

"The new biology class representative is Yu Zhiyi, directly appointed."

"Huh?"

Sun Zhicheng uttered two "huhs" consecutively, and thereafter was silent. He didn't have as many emotions as Lin Dong, just finding it rather acceptable.

Yu Zhiyi was fine, at least Jiang Nian wasn't becoming the biology class representative.

If he really were to take up the role.

Sun Zhicheng reckoned he might faint out of anger.

....

After morning self-study.

Jiang Nian glanced back at the class president, who was sleeping on the desk, feeling quite puzzled about whether yesterday was a dream or reality.

Half-awake and half-asleep, even he started to feel unsure about himself.

Li Qingrong slept deeply, clearly very tired. It wasn't until the first class began that she gradually got up.

Her eyes squinted with drowsiness, simply staying that way.

Thursday morning, two consecutive Chinese classes, coincidentally taught by the homeroom teacher Lao Liu.

"Ah, class is starting!"

Lao Liu entered the classroom with vigorous energy.

Cai Xiaoqing called for the class to stand, and the students stood up unenthusiastically, each appearing drowsy, which was normal.

In the cold and rain of the early morning.

The classroom had a damp smell mixed with the stench of sweat and shoes. With the windows and doors tightly shut, the students got accustomed to it.

Lao Liu, a big fellow with chronic rhinitis.

Wasn't much bothered by it either, entering the classroom without changing his expression, occasionally remembering to ask the students by the window to open it for ventilation.

For instance, this time, he glanced around below.

Seeing Jiang Nian, Li Hua, and others standing with their eyes closed, he ignored them. But when his gaze fell on Li Qingrong, seeing her sleepy.

Lao Liu almost wanted to stop the class and let Li Qingrong rest. But then thought maybe the classroom was too stuffy, so he said.

"Uh, students by the window, open the window. You can easily catch a cold and become sleepy when it's stuffy in winter, open it for twenty minutes to ventilate."

With the window open, Li Qingrong became sleepier.

Halfway through the first class, she unconsciously plopped down on the desk.

This scene caught Lao Liu off guard, yet he didn't dare slow down his lecture, turning an ordinary early morning class into an open class.

Ding dong! Students.....

The class bell rang once, Lao Liu, exhausted. A perfectly ordinary early class became a grand affair.

Li Qingrong woke up, her head tilted back, realizing the class was over.

She groggily glanced at Jiang Nian in front, seeing him arguing with Zhang Ningzhi over something, not reacting much.

Last night, she indeed dreamt.

In the dream, it was continuously raining, but she still slept soundly. Because someone held an umbrella for her, shielding her from the rain all the while.

"No way, you ate an extra piece." Jiang Nian reached out to grab the bread, "That piece was mine, it had my name on it."

"You!" Zhang Ningzhi was furious.

"Steam bun?"

"I brought it; I get to decide!" Zhang Ningzhi pinched him, and with an "ah woo," she stuffed the last piece of bread into her mouth.

Her cheeks immediately puffed up, her skin smooth as satin.

Jiang Nian wasn't really in the mood to eat, just teasing Zhizhi. So seeing this, he immediately put on a feigned look of regret.

"You're good."

"Humph." Zhang Ningzhi was somewhat proud.

Immediately pinched on the thigh by Jiang Nian, she stopped humming.

With the rain, there was no need for running exercises.

During the long break, a few dopey kids led by Li Hua hurried to the corridor corner to play soccer.

Jiang Nian didn't join, quietly sitting in his seat solving problems.

After all, with a bet in place, he didn't have the cheat codes of a top student, at most some minor cheats that hardly directly improved his studies.

The old method was still best: diligence could compensate for lack of ability.

He thought about it and decided to start with chemistry, pondering if he could extract some points from it, which was better than delving into physics.

Biology, chemistry.

These two science courses were like siblings in science as a kind of humanities, both testing basic knowledge.

"Ionic reactions..." Jiang Nian chewed on his pen, murmuring, hearing a noise behind him, turned to see.

Only to see Li Qingrong slowly waking up from the desk, just meeting Jiang Nian's eyes.

Then, gently looking away.