6kv Chapter 305 - 269: Baby, This is the Last Row, Impossible to Be Caught
Chapter 305 - 269: Baby, This is the Last Row, Impossible to Be Caught
Chapter 305: Chapter 269: Baby, This is the Last Row, Impossible to Be CaughtNot only Lao Liu, Jiang Nian and the others were also stunned.
Being members of Group Six, they were well aware if Zeng You had been playing with his phone.
But Zeng You’s move was a bit too slick. What’s with the Class Three Zhuge Liang?
"I knew you wanted to play this trick, so I’ve been waiting for it."
Lao Liu had a dark face but didn’t do a body
"When they hand out phones on Sunday, I just take back the one that was confiscated and submit a model phone instead."
"Do you get it? Applause!"
Huang Caicai was instantly amazed, repeatedly praising.
"Bro, you’re really smart."
Zhou Yuting was about to die of annoyance with these two dolts, so she put on her sponge earplugs, focusing wholeheartedly on her exercises.
Not long after, the two class representatives, Minister of Rites Tao Ran, came in from outside the classroom holding the Chinese weekly test papers, making the weekly test announcement.
"Tidying up your desks, sit according to your student number."
To be honest, Jiang Nian had already fallen in love with the feeling of being cooped up in the back row of the classroom. Damn, there’s no one to care about what you whisper about in the back row.
Is there any justice here?
Sin City in Class Three, the vacuum zone in the back row of the classroom is liberating.
Given it’s a meaningless weekly test, it’s bound to change places.
Thinking he could sit next to the class leader again, Jiang Nian couldn’t help but hum lightly.
This week was absolutely blissful.
.....
"It’s skyrocketing, Brother Dong." Sun Zhicheng muttered in the classroom.
Absentmindedly working on his Chinese weekly test paper, he couldn’t help but recall the scene from the afternoon when Lin Dong taught him how to flirt and tease.
Now all that filled his mind were techniques, and he had already worshipped Lin Dong like a deity.
Completely risky-thinking.
Master, master, I want to learn this!
He instantly recalled the time dominated by certain websites, an hour or two of complete amnesia. But compared to Lin Dong’s technique, it’s nothing.
Brother Dong is practically a superhero, the true emperor of online chats in a meaningful sense.
In the milk tea shop, Sun Zhicheng watched Lin Dong break the ice with a newly added girl, while also flirting with a girl he was already familiar with.
That scene was no doubt a huge impact on young Ah Cheng’s worldview.
It was simply a wild ambition, pre-processing his progress bar.
Back then Sun Zhicheng secretly vowed that he would sooner or later become Brother Dong, and surpass Brother Dong.
His goal was to become the emperor of online chats, rushing towards the highest throne.
With these thoughts, he excitedly sent a message to a newly added girl.
[Are you there?]
And then nothing happened, because the other side didn’t reply. Sun Zhicheng stewed over it from the afternoon till the evening, stuck at the starting line.
He hadn’t even set out, but he felt deeply dissatisfied.
Unconsciously, he already forgotten all the disatisfaction in reality, immersed himself completely, wishing desperately to sneak out of the classroom to continue chatting online.
Suddenly, he thought of Chen Yunyun, realizing he hasn’t paid attention to her for a day or two.
Thinking so, Sun Zhicheng turned to look. It took him a while to spot Chen Yunyun’s back, initially wanting to break the illusion, but nearly getting trapped in it again.
"No, no, I’m no longer the old Sun Zhicheng!"
"A man should rely on his own hands to..."
Yao Beibei was already in a bad mood from having her phone confiscated, and now seated next to Sun Zhicheng during the weekly test, she was annoyed by his mumbling.
"Stop muttering."
Sun Zhicheng was still trying hard to convince himself and was a bit embarrassed by this, smartly retorting.
"Can’t I even recite ancient poems?"
Yao Beibei gave a cold chuckle, turned her head and glared at Sun Zhicheng.
"Which ancient poems mention... those torturous days, so can you tell me what’s different about her?"
Sun Zhicheng deflated, yet remained stubbornly silent.
"None of your business."
Yao Beibei made a dismissive sound, resuming her writing.
"Stop being crazy."
Sun Zhicheng felt choked, thinking that he was too weak today; looking back later, things would be different!
His eyes drifted, suddenly spotting Jiang Nian sitting with the class leader for the weekly test.
He thought to himself, all people are the same, nothing special. Jiang Nian might also have someone he can’t get, perhaps even worse off than him.
....
Jiang Nian, holding back his breath, endured until the reading comprehension story section. After reading the whole text, he felt like half the test was done.
After finishing, he couldn’t help feeling a bit melancholic.
The feeling from a Chinese exam is... happiness is fleeting, while grief is extraordinarily enduring.
He glanced at the class leader, discovering she was writing at a slower pace than him. This unconsciously filled him with a sense of achievement, so he leaned over to see her answers.
Naturally, he maintained a tilted posture.
Honestly, a bit silly.
The classroom was brightly lit, Li Qingrong’s side face beneath the light was smooth and gentle, her features refined, with her lashes faintly showing pure eyes beneath.
Stare -----
Li Qingrong tried to remain composed, but soon found it hard to hold back.
The last analysis question remained, with only the last sentence unwritten. With him staring, her thoughts froze and then scattered, she simply couldn’t write it.
In the end, she turned to look at Jiang Nian.
"Hmm?"
Facing Li Qingrong’s slightly questioning look, Jiang Nian turned his head. He flipped over the paper and began modifying his ancient poetry appreciation answer.
Li Qingrong: "..."
Why not just say you want to copy?
Jiang Nian continued writing, and order was finally restored.
But even though Li Qingrong read the first reading comprehension application document twice, she still couldn’t remember the content, always feeling something was missing inside.
Just now, Jiang Nian’s leaning presence seemed to have stamped a mark on her heart.
Gulp, gulp.
A small note rolled onto Jiang Nian’s test paper, he stared at the note, stunned for a moment.
Ah?
The note was from the class leader, so it must be something serious.
Realizing this, he stopped working on the test paper entirely. Frankly, the importance of this weekly Chinese test paper meant little.
Opening the note, it read: Have the formalities been completed?
Hmm... Jiang Nian turned to look at the class leader, hesitated for a moment. After fiddling with the note for half a minute, he pushed it back.
Li Qingrong received it, opened it with a calm expression.
[It’s done. Overslept in the afternoon, forgot to tell you.]
After reading it, the slightly resentful feeling in her heart silently dissipated.
"Good."
Half an hour before the exam ended,
Jiang Nian had finished writing the entire composition and put his pen down. Feeling really bored, he occasionally looked at the class leader, then at Li Hua not too far away.
After thinking for a moment, he tore a corner of the test paper, balled it up, and landed a perfect shot on Li Hua’s head.
"Who!" Li Hua felt the paper, irritated, and turned his head only to find everyone watching him, "Who threw paper at my head?"
But no one admitted it.
Li Qingrong was still writing her composition, casting a gentle glance at Jiang Nian.
Figuring it was about time, Tao Ran went on stage, coughed lightly, and said,
"Well... pass your Chinese answer sheets from the back to the front."
The test papers circulated forward like falling snowflakes, as seats restored to their usual arrangement.
Jiang Nian pulled out his phone to brush up on Subject One simulations, planning to finish in two or three days, and take Subject One this week when he had free time, the sooner the better.
He recalled his cousin saying, the longer you postpone the driver’s license, the less you feel like taking it.
Since there are VIP services, don’t test one’s patience, don’t expect them to remember you, a VIP, in two or three years, the earlier you get it, the more peace of mind you’ll have.
Zhang Ningzhi saw him hiding behind a pile of books playing on his phone, and asked worriedly.
"Aren’t you afraid of getting caught?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian looked around and glanced at Zhang Ningzhi.
"Babe, this is the back row."
Getting caught? What a joke.
What he didn’t say was, I’ve got connections.