Chapter – 66
I Heard I Confessed to the Top Student
As soon as Luo Shuxin came in, Jiang Jian eagerly started massaging his shoulders and pounding his legs, wearing a fawning expression. Normally when Jiang Jian slipped away, it was Luo Shuxin’s ears that were left behind to suffer in his place.
Luo Shuxin: “Old Fei didn’t say anything this time.”
Jiang Jian: “?”
Jiang Jian: “Has he finally realized I’m hopeless trash that can’t be molded?”
Luo Shuxin: “……”
Why did that sound almost… relieved?
Facing Luo Shuxin’s scrutinizing gaze, Jiang Jian said, “It’s a good thing he figured out rotten wood can’t be carved. My ears finally won’t suffer anymore — shouldn’t I be relieved?”
Jiang Jian knew Fei Zhiguo meant well, but the man’s soft-spoken lectures were lethal. One session was enough to keep Jiang Jian awake for three nights.
Besides, Jiang Jian was very self-directed. Right and wrong had his own measuring stick; almost no external factor could change his standards.
Which also meant that even after listening to Old Fei nag until his heart felt pierced full of holes, he still wouldn’t truly act according to Old Fei’s expectations.
Listening was pointless — their moral rulers were different.
The pride of youth naturally clashed with the mindset of someone nearing fifty. The former would never get used to the latter’s cautious hesitation. When something felt unfair, venting immediately — that was what youth was.
Thinking three steps ahead and five steps further was something only people who had stumbled through half a lifetime could learn.
Luo Shuxin didn’t really have issues with Jiang Jian’s behavior. Jiang Jian wasn’t someone who went around picking fights — his rule was simply: if you don’t mess with me, I won’t mess with you.
But when it came to Jiang Jian needing to be more careful in the future, Luo Shuxin stood on the same side as Old Fei. Living under someone else’s roof while carrying a stack of disciplinary records yet still jumping around recklessly — sooner or later he’d take a huge fall.
Originally Luo Shuxin wanted to say something, but seeing Jiang Jian’s attitude, he let it go. Anyway, they were together every day — he’d just keep an eye on him.
Jiang Jian had already missed a week of classes, then got chased around by Old Fei for a while afterward. Time felt like it flew — whoosh — and suddenly it was sports day.
Class One was determined this time to challenge Class Eight in a field they weren’t good at. Just their preparation for the opening ceremony formation showed it — they debated slogans for days and even came up with six different performance plans for the stage in front of the podium.
At Jiangshui No.1 High, sports-meet class scores were composed of three parts:
First: the opening ceremony formation performance — school leaders scored the neatness of the formation, loudness of the slogans, and the performance before the podium.
Second: the sports events themselves — points from team competitions and individual awards, plus bonus points depending on how actively the class submitted speech manuscripts during the meet.
Third: discipline — for example, whether they littered in the class gathering area or interfered with the field during athlete check-in.
These three parts were combined proportionally to produce each class’s total score, and awards were given accordingly.
Jiang Jian was tall and nominally the class monitor, so he was responsible for carrying the class placard at the very front.
Some genius student remembered Jiang Jian was a frequent visitor to the discipline director’s office — teachers didn’t have a good impression of him. The podium teachers might deduct points on instinct just seeing his face.
Jiang Jian happily tried to step down and give the honor away, but failed. After much discussion, the class committee decided he would still carry the sign — but had to wear a Pikachu mascot suit.
The opening ceremony lasted an entire morning. Inside the Pikachu suit, Jiang Jian was almost cooked alive. The first thing he did after it ended was rip off the headpiece.
Like a freshly steamed curly-haired puppy — sweat covered his forehead and neck, dripping nonstop.
He was so overheated he had no strength, leaning against Luo Shuxin while gasping.
Luo Shuxin supported him, a bit worried he might actually get heatstroke.
Shao Xing twisted open a water bottle and handed it to Jiang Jian while cursing the idiot who came up with the terrible idea — and mid-curse, that idiot walked over.
The guy hadn’t meant harm, just hadn’t thought it through, and now felt guilty.
“I’ll carry your stool back to the classroom. Go find some shade and rest — don’t get heatstroke.”
Jiang Jian pointed at Luo Shuxin. “Take his stool too. He has to carry me to the infirmary.”
The guy didn’t suspect anything and took Luo Shuxin’s stool as well.
Jiang Jian then hung off Luo Shuxin and went to rest in the shade — that was all he wanted. But when Luo Shuxin insisted on taking him to the infirmary, he absolutely refused.
During this, Li Zhao saw them and came over to ask what happened. He helped Luo Shuxin anyway, and together they forcibly delivered this half-dead puppy to the school doctor.
Today Li Zhao wore a black-and-white tracksuit matching Dai Zifei’s couple outfit — except Dai Zifei wore a sporty skirt.
After dropping Jiang Jian off, Li Zhao messaged Dai Zifei, and she soon arrived.
She thought Jiang Jian had heatstroke and immediately showed concern. After learning he was fine, she started mocking him.
Other classes had people in mascot suits too — even girls — and none got heatstroke. But Jiang Jian managed to send himself straight to the infirmary.
Jiang Jian: “……”
He swore to heaven he only wanted to slack off a bit — make the jerk who suggested the costume carry the stools while he rested in the shade. Who knew Li Zhao happened to pass by and instantly teamed up with Luo Shuxin to pin him here.
Dai Zifei bought several boxes of Huoxiang Zhengqi oral liquid and handed them to Jiang Jian, telling him to bring them back to class later in case of emergencies.
After buying the medicine she didn’t leave, instead finding a seat and editing a short video on her phone — you could hear her switching background music and sound effects.
Li Zhao stood behind her offering suggestions.
With two teachers present, Jiang Jian didn’t feel comfortable pulling out his phone to play, so he could only sit there idly.
The school doctor went to get medicine for him and Dai Zifei, but received a phone call shortly after entering and still hadn’t finished, so the medicine hadn’t been brought out yet.
Bored out of his mind, Jiang Jian reached his paw toward Luo Shuxin’s pocket again — rummaging around inside.
