Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance-Chapter 956 - 690: How Can You Even Say That?

Lan Lan got up and said sternly.

"Hurry back, maybe you can solve two more problems."

"Huh?" Jiang Nian looked confused, "Teacher, this is the first mock exam, the one closest to the college entrance exam."

Seriously.

If you could go back and continue solving after submitting the paper, you'd have to be life-and-death friends with the invigilator, right?

Hearing this, Lan Lan waved her hand and said.

"I was just saying it casually. Have you finished writing?"

"Yeah, came to do some work." Jiang Nian wasn't sure if he'd need to take leave in the evening, Xu Shuang hadn't said anything.

If he had to leave after the exam, at least he should help Lan Lan with some work. Otherwise, taking that Little White Poplar bonus would feel a bit hot.

Lan Lan was touched by his words.

"You're so considerate."

Jiang Nian was confused by her words. Did this woman misunderstand something? Eight hundred, seriously, needed some thought.

After all, it only took another eight hundred to conquer Shu City.

"Oh."

Actually, this little makeshift place didn't have much to do. Just tidying up a bit, getting ready to go back to school.

He returned a few idle tables, and by the time he went back and forth, the bell had rung.

Exam over.

Jiang Nian stood beside Lan Lan and looked up. The corridors on each floor started to fill with heads of people.

"This viewpoint is quite strange."

"Haha, not everyone dares to submit their paper early." Lan Lan didn't know why but sounded a bit sour.

He noticed and turned to ask.

"Teacher, how many points did you score in the college entrance exam?"

"What do you mean!" Lan Lan suddenly got flustered, "Don't you know that college entrance exam scores are private?"

She mumbled that as long as one gets into college, that's enough. Anyway, she said her education was higher than his, mumbling softly.

Respecting teachers and valuing teachings, saying local people lack manners or whatever.

Jiang Nian was confused by all this and straightforwardly asked, "Teacher, are you a survivor of the college entrance exam by any chance?"

Especially recruited, or admitted through recommendation.

Tsk, with Lan Lan's appearance... honestly. She indeed didn't look like a psychology teacher, more like an art teacher.

"Nonsense!" Lan Lan retorted, "I got admitted fair and square. If any rumors spread..."

She gave Jiang Nian a glance and made a throat-slashing gesture.

"You're dead meat!"

"Huh?"

Fifteen minutes later, Zhou Haifei came running over, greeted Lan Lan first, and called her teacher.

Then glanced at Jiang Nian, showing surprise.

"You... so fast?"

Slander.

Blatant slander.

"He submitted his paper early, he's been here for a while." Lan Lan explained, "Don't follow his example."

Zhou Haifei smiled awkwardly, how could she imitate submitting the paper early?

"Got it, teacher."

"When can we leave here roughly?" Jiang Nian looked around, no one seemed to have fainted post-exam.

Besides, even if someone did, it was the doctors under the neighboring tent's job to handle it.

"Let's wait a bit more, be patient." Lan Lan looked at the crowd, casually asking, "Have a dream university in mind?"

"The teacher's alma mater."

"Get lost!"

Lan Lan couldn't hold back anymore, casting a sideways glance at the bewildered Zhou Haifei.

"Cough, cough, maybe you won't get in."

"That's a shame then."

"You..." Her toes curled, wanting to kick Jiang Nian to death, "Yeah, it's quite a shame, haha."

Jiang Nian was about to speak but was interrupted by a surprised voice.

"You're here?"

Yu Zhiyi came over, carrying an exam bag. She wore a fitted inner shirt, outside which was a gray knitted cardigan.

The whole look revolved around looking round.

"From a distance I thought I might be wrong." Ding Qiulan leaned out, true to her name, tall and slim.

The two girls weren't exactly familiar but ran into each other often. Anyway, girls generally get along well superficially.

A little chatter and some hand-holding, and they could get along quite well.

"Yeah, why are you out so early?" Yu Zhiyi glanced at Lan Lan, feeling a bit apprehensive.

However, Lan Lan was busy, looking down at her phone.

Zhou Haifei, on the other hand, kept her head down, organizing equipment, so Yu Zhiyi directly ignored her.

Jiang Nian didn't want to go into details with Yu Zhiyi and casually threw out a reason, "Don't ask, didn't use the stairs to come down."

"Huh?"

"Stop 'huh-ing', it sounds so dirty." Jiang Nian urged, "We're about to gather, hurry up and leave."

Lewd!

Yu Zhiyi gritted her teeth, wanting to kick Jiang Nian to death. If it were anyone else, she'd have flipped by now.

However, she decided to forgive Jiang Nian one last time. After all, the track meeting issue was still unresolved.

"Aren't you going?"

Jiang Nian shook his head, "I still have some work here, won't go, I've already informed Cai Xiang."

"Alright then." Yu Zhiyi left with Ding Qiulan. Yet she couldn't help but think how well Cai Xiaoqing got along with Jiang Nian.

If it were someone else, it wouldn't have been so easy.

After all, everyone was just a student. Not like they were top scholars, catching up on messages required energy too.

You message all the time? Do I have to help?

There would be times of annoyance.

Suddenly, Yu Zhiyi felt a pat on her arm, pulling her back to reality, looking at Ding Qiulan next to her.

"What's up?"

"Nothing, you seemed distracted just now." Ding Qiulan asked, "What were you thinking?"

Yu Zhiyi choked up, "Not... not really, haha... was thinking, um, what to do on tomorrow's holiday."

"Sleep and rest." Ding Qiulan said.

...

"Such a pity."

Lan Lan sat in her chair, shaking her head, "Another poor soul, how many girls have you tangled with?"

Jiang Nian pretended not to hear, as long as no names were mentioned it wasn't about him.

"Hmm?" Lan Lan turned her head to look at someone, she didn't need to work, "Jiang Nian, why aren't you speaking?"

Honest people naturally don't talk much.

"Teacher, there's too much work." Jiang Nian fake smiled, his hands kept busy packing things to take back to school.