Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance-Chapter 992 - 708: A Movie I Couldn’t Focus On at All

"No, I just... just..." Qianqian struggled a little, her voice growing weaker.

"Just what?"

Qianqian stubbornly said, "I ate too much, need to digest."

"Then why are you running?"

"Because... it helps me digest faster."

"Sit down."

"Okay." Qianqian obediently followed.

Seeing the situation was not looking good, Song Xiyun became even more obedient, sitting on a small plastic chair and playing a mobile game.

Originally wanting to farm, it seems there's no hope for that now.

Who told him to score 682?

Jiang Nian finished the night snack in the plastic bowl in a few mouthfuls and then got up to call the two girls to go home.

Along the way, he did not mention the bet, just casually chatted.

"You didn't make it to the top ten?"

"Yeah." Song Xiyun nodded and made a gesture, "I was a little short on the score."

That's enough, don't insult Han.

Oh, damn!

"That's a pity, there were sticker photos," Jiang Nian said, "For the top fifty, you can only be below me."

Song Xiyun didn't mind, being at the bottom was fine too. It's just that the photo is smaller, the motto is smaller.

"It's okay, isn't it awkward to be watched from above?"

"Not awkward at all." Jiang Nian grinned, "I'm not the only one, isn't Qianqian also up there?"

Hearing this, Qianqian rolled her eyes at him.

"This grade group is crazy, making such big photos. Who dares to pass by them in the future? It's too embarrassing."

"Embarrassing? It's cute." Jiang Nian grinned.

Qianqian instinctively showed a look of disgust towards Jiang Nian, exclaiming, "So gross!"

"This is just the beginning, there's something even more disgusting." Jiang Nian changed the topic, "Let's talk about the bet."

Qianqian's face turned red first, then she had a flash of inspiration.

"Blah blah blah, I'm a fool. I don't understand what you're talking about, I'm going home now."

With that, she quickly walked ahead with her backpack.

Jiang Nian: "....."

He couldn't refute it, she is indeed a fool. Can she escape the first day of the lunar month and the fifteenth?

However, he really didn't have time tonight.

No rush, he'll collect the debt slowly.

Song Xiyun walked down the street, suddenly feeling a chill down her back. She turned her head and met Jiang Nian's gaze.

"Wh... what is it?"

"Nothing much." Jiang Nian glanced at the distant Qianqian, speaking with a tone of desolation, "You're not going to renege, are you?"

Actually, Song Xiyun just wanted to escape as well. But since Qianqian had already fled, she had no backing.

She vaguely felt that if she escaped, the outcome wouldn't be good.

"No... no."

"That's good." Jiang Nian finished speaking and walked ahead on his own, "Let's go, let's go, heading home."

"Okay."

.....

At eleven o'clock at night, Jiang Nian went out on time. He glanced at the door opposite, then carried his keys downstairs to ride his bike.

On the road, he saw two high school boys arguing with each other.

"It's so late, why aren't you home?" He was wearing a short-sleeve shirt, speeding through the night wind, and couldn't help but comment.

As he passed by, he vaguely heard something about first come, first served.

"Tut tut, love drives people wild." Jiang Nian marveled at the joys of youth, then twisted the throttle.

Arriving at the riverside, the night wind was bleak.

Jiang Nian was quite familiar with the area, having come here over a dozen times. Some were with Tingzi...

A couple of times were with Chen Yunyun and them. Then with the class president, and the most recent was with Zhizhi and them.

Watching the same movie three times is already tiresome, let alone visiting the same place ten times?

Fortunately, each time it was with different people.

He walked a few steps, just entering, immediately spotting a tall figure at the end of the path.

"You came?"

Li Qingrong wore a purple and color-block windbreaker, highlighting her fair skin, creating a classic look. It was quite charming.

She turned her head and glanced at Jiang Nian.

"Mm."

"Let's walk for a bit, it's inconvenient to talk here." Jiang Nian walked alongside Li Qingrong, pulling her along.

Li Qingrong didn't resist, agreeing directly.

"Alright."

Jiang Nian thought to himself, you're too easy to lead. Aren't you afraid I'll pull you to a deserted place and squeeze your cheeks hard?

She probably isn't afraid, after all, she's the Holy Emperor.

Old Liu... This school leader has only one potential Qinghua seedling, and last year, there wasn't even a single Qingbei candidate.

During the assembly, the leader was directly deflated.

Jiang Nian stopped by the riverside, turned to Li Qingrong and said, "I'll give you something, close your eyes first."

"Mm." Li Qingrong indeed closed her eyes.

Jiang Nian was smiling a second ago, but very ungracefully pulled out a firework fountain from his pants the next.

He first placed it on the ground, then took out a small doll. Retrieving a small gift, he finally clicked to ignite the fireworks.

A fizzing sound.

Li Qingrong instinctively opened her eyes, everything around was dim. A plume of fireworks hung in the air, slowly rising from the ground.

The cold flame resembled a tree of fireworks, gradually illuminating the surroundings.

Jiang Nian handed her a small doll along with a delicate ring, looking quite expensive.

"This is for you."

The universal formula, a bit of atmosphere. Buy a bouquet of flowers, or fireworks, a doll or cake, add a gift.

The doll was bought on the spot; with a little choosing, you can find one. As for the ring, it was because there was nothing else to give.

Because the class president is really wealthy, already having everything. So, it could only be some lovely junk.

Fortunately, the effect was really good.

After all, today isn't any special occasion, Li Qingrong didn't expect Jiang Nian would pull off such a stunt.

People are not grass, how can they not feel.

"Thank you." Li Qingrong's expression was natural, she put the ring on her finger, and shook it in front of Jiang Nian.

"Does it look good?"

Her fingers were slender and fair, with distinct knuckles. To say it doesn't look good would be a lie; there's no flaw to be found.

Jiang Nian nodded sincerely.