Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance-Chapter 393 - 342: The Class President Is Indeed Soft

In the exam room, Jiang Nian finished writing the last word of the essay.

Looking at the 800-word limit, he forcibly added another sentence. Just as xxx said, people are sunward trees.

The antennae reach for the blazing sun, and the roots must delve into the dark underground.

He concluded with a flourish, not knowing what on earth he wrote. But looking at it, it was already far beyond 800 words.

Nice!

Essays don’t need checking, even in high school. If it’s wrong, it’s wrong. Could you get another paper to rewrite?

Jiang Nian looked up at the time, seventeen minutes left until the exam ended.

This time, he didn’t just put down the pen to rest. Instead, he flipped the test paper over to continue checking the ancient poetry appreciation and classical Chinese translation sections.

Big exams require a serious attitude.

But only these two sections could be checked, disregarding the big classical Chinese section, nothing else could be reviewed.

The exam ended, and everyone packed up and left directly.

Some went to classrooms, some went home, some returned to dorms, or opted to leave through the West Gate to grab a meal.

Jiang Nian bumped into Tao Ran, the heavyweight Minister of Rites. They exchanged greetings and walked downstairs together.

"Exams are friggin’ exhausting!" he complained.

Hearing this, Tao Ran replied earnestly.

"I quite like exams, you know. In a person’s lifetime, only knowledge is truly loyal, and exams reinforce knowledge memory."

For a moment, Jiang Nian was speechless.

"Maybe when you’re in love...."

"No, I’m not interested in fake Kemonomimi." Tao Ran waved his hand, "Don’t bother advising me, I hate hearing it."

Not a bro, you...

Jiang Nian thought to himself, trying to persuade him was impossible. The mention of fake Kemonomimi would immediately strip away all methods.

After parting with Tao Ran, Jiang Nian had a quick lunch in the cafeteria nearby the teaching building.

When heading upstairs, the corridor was tranquil and empty.

He was used to being alone, either thinking things over while walking or letting his mind go blank for a rest.

When he reached the classroom door, he suddenly found someone sitting behind his seat.

The sunlight outside shone into the classroom, casting sparse patterns on the mottled walls and the brand-new desks, creating intertwined shadows.

Li Qingrong sat with a straight back, looking down at a test paper. Her hair shimmered with golden light, her cool face as radiant as the bright white moon.

Several others were sitting in the back row, heads down studying. Their scores were probably around five thirty or five forty, very serious about the joint exams.

The big exams in senior year are nearly countable on one hand. Last semester, one could manage joint exams; next spring, it’ll be the first and second simulations.

Those in the back row also looked up. They glanced at Jiang Nian, then at the class monitor sitting on the platform below.

An envious look shone in their eyes, with one nearly hitting six hundred, and another almost reaching seven hundred. Then they bowed their heads again to continue studying.

Jiang Nian actually felt quite pressured, like a junior disciple newly entering the Immortal Sect.

The friends around him were all way ahead in strength, yet they were sure he would achieve greater heights, and the elders also had high hopes for him.

All retreats were sealed, advancing was tough, and retreating was impossible, with the entire Immortal Sect watching him.

Let’s first break six hundred today, then aim for surpassing six hundred and thirty tomorrow.

Probably later, no one would even believe it. Initially, he just aimed for a somewhat decent first-tier or low-tier 211.

Once, he thought Ash from Pokémon was overly dramatic, but now he realized the weight of expectations isn’t just a figure of speech.

With so many expectations on his shoulders, it’s hard to step down and lose face.

Whoa, Jiang Nian pulled out the chair in front of his seat.

"Why didn’t you go home?"

Hearing this, Li Qingrong lifted her eyes to glance at someone.

Her expression remained calm, her facial contours sleek, appearing slim with plenty of collagen and visibly youthful skin.

"No one at home, doesn’t make a difference going back or not."

Jiang Nian was somewhat taken aback, instantly recalling the woman driving the red Mercedes, but it wasn’t right to inquire further.

"No one at all?"

Li Qingrong remained silent for a moment, then spoke.

"I have an older sister. She doesn’t wake easily during the day, but knows to run out during an earthquake and to eat when hungry, that’s it."

Jiang Nian felt somewhat awkward, thinking to himself, isn’t that a bit slow?

That day... didn’t seem like it. To be fair, the class monitor’s sister seemed rather cool, driving with big sunglasses.

"Well... that makes it easier, huh."

Family matters involve privacy, so Jiang Nian thought it best not to pry. It wasn’t like he could just say, hey, class monitor, you have a sister?

So instead, he switched topics.

"Qingqing, did you eat lunch?"

Upon hearing this, Li Qingrong hesitated slightly. Her exam room wasn’t in the same building as Jiang Nian’s, and unwilling to ask, she returned to the classroom after the exam.

She knew Jiang Nian usually didn’t go home for lunch, being one of the few day students who napped in the classroom; he’d turn up eventually.

Indeed, he did show up.

Seeing her not quite right expression, Jiang Nian couldn’t help but furrow his brow slightly.

"Studying to the point of skipping meals?"

Li Qingrong didn’t reply, keeping her gaze on the test paper.

Her demeanor blocked Jiang Nian’s words, stripping them of force and means.

Forget it, forget it, surely the Holy Emperor won’t be wrong.

Jiang Nian was quite shy by nature, stumbling upon the class monitor, who was as silent as a log. At times, sympathy and shyness stirred together.

There’s no other way, better take her out for something to eat first.

"Come on, let’s go outside to eat something." Jiang Nian stood up, looking at the class monitor, "There’s still an exam in the afternoon, can’t go on an empty stomach."