Chapter 689: Changing one’s life is a bit expensive
Night self-study is over.
When Jiang Nian went downstairs, he happened to meet Yu Zhiyi. She was about to go back to the dormitory and was overjoyed to see Jiang Nian.
"Hey."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, you know?" Yu Zhiyi trotted over, "How many mistakes do you think I made on the multiple-choice math questions?"
Jiang Nian lowered his gaze and said casually.
“I don’t know.”
It’s raining and the temperature is low. Yu Zhiyi hid all the rough waves in his loose coat.
"Only one mistake! I am awesome!"
When she said this, she was jumping up and down. The joy almost overflowed, and there was also a hint of eagerness to try.
It seems that I am looking forward to something.
"Mathematics was easier this time, and I finished it."
Yu Zhiyi's happiness was instantly diluted, "Well, it would be great if the college entrance examination was this easy."
Jiang Niandao, "I think too much, the college entrance examination is about ranking."
"You...are the best at ruining the atmosphere." Yu Zhiyi rolled her eyes at him, "You wouldn't be so right..."
There were more and more people around, and she had no time to chat. So he was about to turn around and waved his hand.
“I’m going back to the dormitory.”
“Yes.
Yu Zhiyi is ready to leave. Feeling that something was missing again. He glanced back at Jiang Nian and suddenly turned back.
"What?" Jiang Nian turned around.
He only saw Yu Zhiyi facing him, using both hands. I made a heart sign on my left chest and then pressed it down.
My heart felt full through my coat.
"Bye." After Yu Zhiyi finished this action, even if the two of them were very close, she moved very quickly.
No one else saw this scene, but her face still turned red. Pat your cheeks to wake yourself up.
Then, it was yo-yo.
Jiang Nian was dumbfounded, he was so strong because of his strong foundation. He's wearing a coat, so he can express his feelings through Nako.
I am tired of being an artist.
He walked out of the school gate and walked quickly towards home. Xu Qianqian and the others went back early.
Class 4 just started self-study half an hour in advance. In fact, no one would envy it at all.
Waste Lao Liu!
After arriving home, Jiang Nian went to the opposite door first. Xu Qianqian opened the door, wearing a pink dry hair towel on her head.
"How did you do in the exam?"
"Not too good, I'm going to go to the factory." Jiang Nian said modestly, while walking to the living room, "What about you?"
"Life is hopeless, I'm ready to get married."
It's a bit too much.
What you know is a mock test, but those who don’t know, you think it is a test of the Jiama Empire’s Utan City Fighting Strength?
You also have the strength to fight, third level?
"You're too fake." Jiang Nian sighed, "I think it's pointless to be deceitful."
"Too hypocritical!"
Upon hearing this, Xu Qianqian was playing with her mobile phone on the sofa with her legs crossed. He raised his eyelids and glanced at him.
“Blow dry my hair and I’ll tell you.”
"That's okay."
"Huh?" Xu Qianqian was stunned. Originally, she just said casually, "Do you really want to help me dry my hair?"
"No?" Jiang Nian turned around and asked.
"That's not true." Xu Qianqian was the laziest and would not move as long as he could. "Then I'll give you a chance to serve."
Jiang Nian: "Haha."
The whirring sound of the hair dryer sounded, and Xu Qianqian narrowed her eyes in comfort. This person is quite good at it.
After a while, I felt something was wrong again.
"Why do you always blow your wind?"
She looked down and saw that her nightgown was blown open at the chest. His face changed involuntarily, and he said angrily.
"The surname is Jiang!!!"
"Huh?"
"Still pretending!" Xu Qianqian was almost mad to death. She threw Jiang Nian down and hit him with a hammer.
Click, the bathroom door suddenly opened.
Song Xiyun had just finished taking a shower, her cheeks were flushed red. Looking at the sofa, the two people were getting up and down.
"???"
She was stunned for a moment, as if Lin Daiyu accidentally entered the White Tiger Hall and the river crabs reached the high ground.
Push the crystal, don’t hit me.
"Xiyun, you came just in time..." Xu Qianqian was about to find someone to criticize this humble man.
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jiang Nian.
"Have you finished washing?"
"Ah... yes." Song Xiyun looked guilty and left in a hurry, "I'll go back first Room."
Xu Qianqian: "???"
She gradually came to her senses and couldn't help but feel embarrassed and angry at Jiang Nian.
"What did you say?"
"Can't you penetrate me?" Jiang Nian stopped, "I didn't say anything, I just asked her."
"You!!!"
Xu Qianqian didn't want to keep arguing with him, so she let go of him. I originally wanted to leave, but then I thought about it, wouldn’t it be a loss?
So, she sat back on the sofa.
"Keep blowing."
Jiang Nian looked at her pressing her chest with one hand, turning on the hair dryer and asked, "Does it hurt there?"
"It doesn't hurt."
"Then you keep pressing it?"
"If I don't press it, someone will be in pain."
Hearing this, Jiang Nian Silk changed the topic. "I estimated that the minimum math this time is 130."
"Huh?" Xu Qianqian hesitated for a while, her expression a little tangled, "Then you keep working hard."
Keep working hard?
It’s weird, it feels like people are trying to conquer themselves.
She doesn’t really want Jiang Nian to win, because she will have to pay the price for oral sex, but she doesn’t want Jiang Nian to lose either.
Because it’s a lose-lose situation.
Xu Qianqian was so confused that her hair dried in a short time. She was no longer in the mood to fight with Jiang Nian and went back to her room.
Jiang Nian glanced at the time and was about to go home.
Song Xiyun probably wouldn’t dare come out to dry her hair if she didn’t leave. If you put it off for too long, she'll get cold easily.
Sure enough, the moment the door closed.
The living room was quiet for a few seconds, and then Song Xiyun's door opened a crack, and she looked around to make sure no one was there.
She then came out quietly and began to seize the time to blow dry her hair.
The next day.
Jiang Nian still got up early and knocked on the opposite door. At the end of the corridor, cool rain fell outside the window.
It started to rain again in the middle of the night. The weather was really unbearable.
The person who opened the door this time was Song Xiyun with an unnatural look on his face.
"Morning."
"Morning...morning." Song Xiyun's eyes were wandering, not daring to look at him, "Qianqian is washing up."
She stepped aside and made way for her, "You come in first."
A moment later, Song Xiyun, who lowered his head, did not notice any movement. Looking up, Jiang Nian was still standing at the door.
The other party seems to be sizing himself up?
Song Xiyun was a little uncomfortable, lowered his eyes slightly, and asked in a low voice, "What...what's wrong?"
At this time, the sky was still dark. The light at the door was dim, Jiang Nian said nothing, and stretched out his hand towards her face.
Song Xiyun was startled, and his whole body was frozen like the Seven Fairies.
However, when Jiang Nian's hand was still two fingers away from her face, he suddenly stopped again.
He pointed at the corner of Song Xiyun’s mouth and reminded him.
“The toothpaste foam was not wiped clean.”
Song Xiyun’s heart trembled, as if someone had grabbed her. Then he released it suddenly, secreting sour juice continuously.
“Huh?”
She wiped it hurriedly, as if running away.
Downstairs.
The three of them stood in a row on the steps, looking up at the rain clouds in the sky. Raindrops fell, and moss grew in the ditches.
"It's raining."
"Yes."
"It's you big-headed devil!" Xu Qianqian hammered him and said angrily, "You shouldn't say it at this time!"
"It's inconvenient for three people to ride a bicycle. Why don't you take the bus?"
Jiang Nian hesitated, "I don't have any opinion."
"Okay." Xu Qianqian took a deep breath, turned to look at him and said, "Then do as I say. "Say."
"Oh." Jiang Nian nodded and said honestly, "It's not convenient for three people to ride a bicycle. You take the bus."
"It's you who takes the bus!" Xu Qianqian grabbed his clothes and shook Jiang Nian back and forth like a piece of cloth.
"I...I'll go." Song Xiyun suggested.
The two looked at her and were quiet for a second.
"Let him go."
"I won't go."
Hearing this, Xu Qianqian clenched her fists again.
"The one with the surname Jiang!"
The wind and rain roared past, completely blocked by the large raincoat. Xu Qianqian hugged Jiang Nian's waist and gritted her teeth.
"Slow down! I'll beat you to death if you fall!"
Song Xiyun lowered his head, listening to the sound of raindrops falling on the poncho, and focused on the receding road.
You can smell the faint smell of plastic raincoats and the smell of rain.
“Morning.”
Jiang Nian took a step back and saw that Zhao Yiqiu looked normal. Then he nodded and replied early.
He thought about it and added one sentence.
“I brought an umbrella.”
Corridor of the old building, outside the examination room.
Zhao Yiqiu turned to look at him, not quite understanding but still answered seriously.
"Yes, I brought it too."
"Very good." Jiang Nian felt relieved and waited for the invigilator to come over, "By the way, how was your comprehensive science score?"
"I won't copy it for you," she said.
"I didn't want to copy it." Jiang Nian was ashamed, wondering why this person was so stubborn, "I'm just asking about my grades."
Zhao Yiqiu frowned, "Two hundred and one."
Hearing this, Jiang Nian was stunned for a while. Only then did I realize that I met a normal person, and I immediately felt comfortable.
"What about you?"
"It's almost the same as you." Jiang Nian is not lying, the difference is about forty points.
Physics is not good, biochemistry is taking off.
But I have exams coming soon, so I want to think about these things. It's a little too naive, after all, he is a Taoist priest.
It’s not a shortcoming if you can’t do the questions well.
As expected, people still need to have a certain skill. With a character like Zhao Yiqiu and his status as a Taoist priest, it immediately changes.
From being stubborn to being frank.
After a while, the invigilator came. After entering the classroom and clearing the place, we immediately started arranging the scan.
“There’s a queue.” Zhao Yiqiu reminded.
"Oh, Master Dao, you go first." Jiang Nian gave up a position, and then lined up behind her very conscientiously.
“What did you call me?”
“Brother Zhao.”
Hearing this, Zhao Yiqiu lowered his head and glanced at his chest.
"I used to watch martial arts movies, and I struggled with them for a while. But the breathability of the fabric was not good, and I almost got prickly heat."
"In general, modern things are better."
Jiang Nian: "???"
What are you talking about?
Why is this brain circuit so long? Brother Zhao is not Brother Zhao.
"Really?" Jiang Nian chuckled, and after a few perfunctory words, he stopped talking nonsense, "Let's wait in line."
The two of them entered the examination room and sat down one by one.
Zhao Yiqiu touched her pocket. She didn’t bring anything like an exam bag, so she took out an admission ticket.
Gel pen, mechanical pencil.
Touch again, it’s empty.
She was stunned, then turned around and asked sincerely.
“Do you have any extra erasers?”
Jiang Nian was also stunned and wanted to get it for her. But I was afraid of the other party, so I mentioned kowtow and thank you again.
This person... seems to be a little unimpressed with returning a gift.
"Yes, yes, but..."
"Do you want to pay me?" Zhao Yiqiu became entangled, "If you apply it wrongly, can you wipe it off with saliva?"
"After all, graphite..."
"No, no, nothing. No need." Jiang Nian broke off half a piece of eraser and gave it to her, "You can just use it."
"But just don't kowtow."
Hearing this, Zhao Yiqiu looked puzzled.
"Why do you kowtow?"
"Uh, before you."
"That's because..." Zhao Yiqiu was about to explain, but was stopped by the invigilator at the door.
"Don't whisper!"
Zhao Yiqiu's expression changed and he turned back.
“The exam didn’t start again.”
Seeing this, Jiang Nian couldn’t help but feel a little happy. Zhao Yiqiu seemed not afraid of anything, but he was actually afraid of the teacher.
Two and a half hours later.
Ring, ring, ring! !
The proctor’s eyes were sharp and he scanned the whole room, "The exam is over, all candidates stand up and stop answering!"
"Get out!"
"That boy! Stop writing immediately!"
Hearing this, Jiang Nian turned to look at the boy on his left. The man was sweating profusely and seemed to be still filling out the answer sheet.
Zhao Yiqiu and Jiang Nian left the examination room together. They looked back at the classroom and saw that the boy had been stopped by the invigilator.
"I am anxious and greedy, I use my strength but not my heart."
Jiang Nian became interested and asked curiously, "Is there any solution?"
"Yes." Zhao Yiqiu nodded and said, "Please fill out the answer sheet early."
Hearing this, Jiang Nian suddenly lost interest and looked up at Tiandao, "Throw aside the nonsense, this is quite useful."
In the examination room, the invigilator was still collecting test papers, and the corridor was bustling with people. Still idle, Jiang Nian asked her again.
"Do Taoist priests also go to school?"
Zhao Yiqiu said: "When I was born, I encountered a disaster of life and death. Fortunately, my master took action -"
Jiang Nian was speechless.
Seeing that Jiang Nian did not answer, she turned around and said, "Actually, it is an abandoned baby. I think saying it this way may make it more humorous, but it is a bit hell.
Now, Jiang Nian no longer doubts Zhao Yiqiu's abstract ability. No matter how hard he racks his brains, it is not as good as a casual blow from a talented player.
After all, in her opinion, this is not abstract but humorous.
Zhao Yiqiu no longer needed Jiang Nian to answer the phone, and thought to himself, "Master picked me up on a snowy day and helped me survive the calamity of death. But he calculated that I would still have one more calamity when I was eighteen, so he has been helping me change my life for the past eighteen years."
Hearing this, Jiang Nian no longer dared to believe it, and asked tentatively.
"What calamity?"
Zhao Yiqiu said seriously: "A life of poverty."
Jiang Nian was skeptical, "I heard that people who work in this business have five disadvantages and three shortcomings in their lives. If you just can't keep the money, should it be okay?"
He thought for a moment and realized that he relied on the system to change his destiny when he was promoted to high school. It would be quite reasonable for Zhao Yiqiu and her master to rely on some metaphysical means to change their fate.
So, I couldn’t help but lower my voice and asked curiously.
"Is it troublesome to change it?"
"A bit expensive."
"Expensive?" Jiang Nian was confused.
"Yes." Zhao Yiqiu nodded, "The score is not enough, the re-reading fee is 900 per semester and 1,800 per year."
Jiang Nian: "No"
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