Chapter 1280: Chapter 850: Weakness Attacked (Part 2)

On the video, the girl asked suspiciously, "Is your camera broken? You were wiping it for ages just now."

"Kinda."

Da Chao chatted for a bit and hung up. He’d just let out a long breath when he saw his two roommates staring at him.

"You guys... why are you looking at me like that?"

"Tsk, guarding your food that hard?" Brother Bao Song pushed up his glasses. "The moment Jiang Nian walked in, you went straight for the camera."

Yang Jingfan didn’t get any of this and asked curiously,

"Guarding food?"

"If that’s the case shouldn’t he grab some clothes to block the screen? Why’d he cover the camera the moment Jiang Nian came in?"

"Ask him."

Hearing that, Da Chao also felt a bit helpless. "It really wasn’t like that. Sigh, it’s a long story, I’ll keep it short."

"That senior of mine asked me out a couple days ago. She spent forever being nervous and then asked if Jiang Nian has a girlfriend."

Yang Jingfan froze and couldn’t help saying,

"You didn’t actually tell her, right?"

"No, man, I’m not that tasteless." Da Chao said, "I just said I didn’t know, turned her down anyway."

Brother Bao Song said, "That’s got nothing to do with Jiang Nian. Your senior’s not even half as pretty as his hometown girl."

"Yeah, I know." Da Chao pressed his palms together. "I’m just scared now, cut your bro some slack."

Yang Jingfan: "....."

....

On the other side.

Jiang Nian had already arrived. It was an old five‑story building, no elevator, the place was on the third floor.

He’d snagged it as a bargain rental. Not cheap, but clean. Three bedrooms, one living room, plus a balcony, and decent lighting.

The flowers on the balcony were what kept the two girls there.

Those flowers actually weren’t planted by the previous tenant at all. Jiang Nian had paid someone to transplant them.

He really liked tossing out little white lies.

Knock knock knock.

He tapped on the door. In a moment, footsteps sounded in response. After a two‑second pause, a voice came from behind the door.

"Who is it?"

It was Song Xiyun, her voice crisp and light.

"Me."

"Oh, oh." Xiao Song hurried over to open the door, took one look at him. "We’re not tall enough, we’ll have to trouble you."

"No big deal."

Jiang Nian squeezed inside. In the living room, Qianqian was sprawled on the couch, scrolling on her phone and giggling like an idiot.

There was fruit on the table, already cut up. She looked every bit like some pampered heiress who’d forgotten all about home.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Scrolling the campus confession forum." Qianqian rolled over, showing off her flexibility. "Have you seen it?"

"Seen what?"

"A god‑tier post, ahahaha." Qianqian yanked him over and shoved the phone at him.

Jiang Nian: "..."

His face was barely a finger’s width away from Qianqian’s, and he immediately lost focus.

No matter how funny the post is, it can’t compete with horny.

"I’m nearsighted, can’t see clearly." Jiang Nian shook his head. "Let’s change the ceiling light first."

To Qianqian, this kind of failing to appreciate greatness deserved punishment. She rolled her eyes furiously and huffed,

"Perfuctory! I’m showing you and you don’t even look!"

Jiang Nian didn’t look back, thinking, if I really look, then what? What’s so great about the confession board, better just change the light.

He dragged over a table, fully focused.

When he glanced down, Song Xiyun was holding the table steady. She was looking up at him, her little face directly facing... a certain area.

Out in the living room, Qianqian’s rolling‑on‑the‑floor laughter drifted in. He couldn’t hold it anymore and forced himself to calm down.

"You can go out, no need to stand here."

"But..." Song Xiyun looked worried and cast a glance at the wobbly table.

"It’s fine." Jiang Nian took a deep breath. "It looks unsafe, and in fact, it is unsafe."

Damn, reflexively cracked a joke.

Couldn’t have picked a worse time.

Song Xiyun didn’t get it. She was just about to say something when she suddenly froze, then her face flushed red.

"I... I’ll go out first."

"Sigh." Jiang Nian sighed as he changed the bulb. "Told you to go earlier, you’re just messing with my work."

After a bit, he finished changing the bulb.

He hopped down with a thump.

Jiang Nian went to the door and pressed the switch. The ceiling light flicked on in response; he’d fixed it under pressure.

As for what pressure?

Don’t ask.

Jiang Nian had just walked out of the living room, ready to say it was done, when he saw the two girls had retreated to the balcony, faces flushed, looking at him.

"Huh???"

"What’s with... you two?"

"Nothing, the balcony’s just cooler." Qianqian fanned herself. "You... feeling okay?"

As she spoke, her Doraemon notification chimed.

Jiang Nian: "...."

He was a bit speechless. He pulled out his phone and glanced at it. "I already said it was a misunderstanding. I’m heading back."

"Hey, how are you going back now?" Qianqian called after him, then instantly regretted saying it.

She watched Jiang Nian nervously, afraid he’d actually stay.

Three people, that’d be super awkward.

Song Xiyun was even guiltier; she didn’t dare say a word. She could only look away, her heart banging like a drum.

"Walk back." Jiang Nian lowered his eyes, his mind crystal clear. "I’m off, bye."

With that, he really left.

The door shut with a bang.

The two girls looked at each other, at a loss for words. Unlike the earlier tension, a faint... feeling welled up in their hearts.

"Is he... okay?" Song Xiyun said hesitantly.

"Don’t know." Qianqian shook her head and flopped back onto the couch. "He’s already gone."

"Mm."

After a while, Qianqian suddenly said,

"How about we..."

"What?"

"You ask him when he’s moving in?" Qianqian sat up. "He’s gonna move in sooner or later anyway."

Song Xiyun thought for a bit, then nodded.

"Okay."

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. The two girls jumped, emotions all tangled together.

He came back?

Then in a bit, in a bit... what are they supposed to do.

But the next second, an unfamiliar voice came from outside the door. "Delivery’s at your door!!"

"Huh?"

"You ordered delivery?"

"No." Song Xiyun shook her head. After a moment she cautiously opened the door and found a bag of fruit.

She took a look at the slip. It was ordered by Jiang Nian.

....

After Jiang Nian left, he felt ridiculously uncomfortable. He thought, you can’t catch a wolf if you’re not willing to sacrifice the child, but this time just wasn’t right.

If he pushed too hard...

Anyway, he’d retreat to advance. Next time he’d unleash his Water Magic and take it all back with interest.

He went back to campus and stood by the lake to calm down.

He was just about to head to the dorm when he ran into Xu Shuang on the way. So he walked over and greeted her briefly.

"Picking up that many packages?"

"Mm." Xu Shuang looked at him. "Just bought some stuff. It’s really inconvenient living in the dorm."

What surprised Jiang Nian was that Boss Xu actually lived in the dorm.

"You don’t stay off‑campus?"

"Sometimes."

"Oh, oh, let me carry some for you then." Jiang Nian was happy to help—especially people with bigger chests.

Not guys though.

The other day he saw a few dudes with massive pecs on the road. Their chests were literally popping, total gym freaks.

"Thanks." Xu Shuang handed him some packages and brushed her hair back. "You been busy lately?"

"It’s okay." Jiang Nian answered honestly. "Double Eleven’s coming up. If I get time I have to fly to Yuhang once."

"Is Yuhang fun?"

"It’s alright, pretty normal." Jiang Nian’s mind was elsewhere. "Lingyin Temple, Xi Shi and stuff."

"Xi Shi?"

"Oh, my bad." He came back to his senses. "West Lake. I heard a bunch of people order West Lake vinegar fish there."

"Have you had it?"

"Nope."

"Is Lingyin Temple effective?" Xu Shuang asked again.

"No idea, depends on what you’re praying for." Jiang Nian said. "Some people pray for money, kids, that kind of thing."

"What about for marriage?"

"For that you might as well ask a Taoist priest." Jiang Nian didn’t think much of it, just treating it as small talk. "Where is she?"

"Lying in the dorm. I gave her the day off." Xu Shuang said. "When’s the next time you’re flying to Yuhang?"

Jiang Nian: "???"

"You’re actually going?"

"Yeah."

Hearing that, Jiang Nian felt all kinds of weird. On one side were reason and morals, on the other side were big boobs and money.

Fuck, this is painful.

"This..."

"Just show me around when you have time." Xu Shuang said. "I’ll cover the round‑trip flights."

"Business class."

Jiang Nian couldn’t hold it anymore. His biggest weakness was money. Second was lust. Now both were coming at him at once.

"Ahem, that’s not what I meant."

"I stayed in Zhen Nan all summer." Xu Shuang stopped walking. "Didn’t leave even once in three months."