Chapter – 64
The girl noticed Jiang Jian’s gaze, feeling inexplicably awkward for a moment, but she still spoke up on her own.
“Hello, I’m President Jiang’s secretary.”
Jiang Jian: “……”
Jiang Jian didn’t respond to her “hello,” not even offering a smile—he acted just like a rebellious teenager.
Jiang Zhiyuan had driven Jiang Jian home. For a moment, Jiang Jian wanted to ask: When you suddenly insisted I transfer schools, was it really because you believed it was the best choice for me… or simply because it made things more convenient for you?
But knowing Jiang Zhiyuan’s personality all too well, he didn’t ask. If he did, Jiang Zhiyuan would definitely show a façade of concern, say he had neglected Jiang Jian and would coax him like coaxing a child.
Asking would be pointless—he would never get a sincere answer.
Funny enough, speaking of coaxing children, Luo Shuxin was the same way. He even bought candy for Jiang Jian. But Jiang Jian had no complaints about Luo Shuxin at all.
Jiang Zhiyuan was way more skilled at this than Luo Shuxin, but Jiang Jian simply couldn’t swallow it anymore.
After dropping Jiang Jian off at home, Jiang Zhiyuan hurried off to deal with his million-per-minute business. He had no intention of staying. He only sat for a short while, performed two minutes of “deep father-son affection,” and then prepared to leave.
Jiang Jian went upstairs on his own. From the rooftop terrace, he watched Jiang Zhiyuan walk out the door and get into the car.
His vision was sharp, and he clearly saw Jiang Zhiyuan at the end of the alley, leaning down to kiss the “secretary” waiting for him before getting into the car.
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After Jiang Jian sent Luo Shuxin a message, he vanished for the entire day.
This was unusual. Normally, Jiang Jian was a chatterbox—he alone could fill an entire chat screen.
Luo Shuxin kept glancing at his phone intentionally or unintentionally, just like an internet-addicted teen—solving a few problems, then checking his screen again.
At first, he only checked their chat. Later, he even glanced at someone’s Moments for updates.
But nothing.
Not a single thing.
The person in question was as quiet as a chicken, as if evaporated from the world.
That evening, Luo Shuxin learned something unexpected from Xia Yiming—apparently the two guys who had shoved Shao Xing and provoked Jiang Jian yesterday were almost beaten up today.
Xia Yiming was passing the story to Shao Xing, and Luo Shuxin happened to overhear.
The members of their “Earth Peace Guardians” group had all been pissed when they heard about Jiang Jian and Shao Xing’s situation. It was clearly Class 8 who acted unreasonable and crashed into people first. So why did the teacher end up punishing both sides equally?
At first, the incident was just brewing in the WeChat group. Everyone was venting—cursing Class 8 for being trash, then cursing Mr. Fei for being blind and unjust.
Since Jiang Jian wasn’t on WeChat today, Xia Yiming and Shao Xing tried calming everyone down in the group chat, but with little success.
The real explosion happened when Yin Ying heard that Du Lian had also been among those playing basketball yesterday and got dragged into the fight, resulting in both parents being called in. And supposedly, Du Lian had a bruise on his calf from someone kicking him.
Yin Ying already had a delinquent, tough-girl temperament. She was furious enough knowing her buddies were bullied—but her male god too? How could she tolerate that?
So she immediately gathered a group and charged straight to the boys’ restroom to block the sports student from Class 8 and the guy who had messed with Jiang Jian.
Xia Yiming—being the Chinese class rep—told the story like he was reciting a novel:
“Yin had a cigarette in her mouth, left hand grabbing that bastard’s collar, and her right hand was about to slap him. But at that critical moment, we heard a shout from the restroom entrance—”
Shao Xing chimed in at the right moment, “Stop right there!!”
Xia Yiming raised an eyebrow. “Why are you stealing my line?”
“That line was way too cliché. You could at least say ‘Spare him!’ or something.” Shao Xing frowned, then asked, “Who stopped her? Her brother?”
Xia Yiming stepped down from the chair in front of Shao Xing, walked two steps, and patted the shoulder of a boy wearing black-rimmed glasses.
“This guy here—the hero of the people, the brave warrior who saves the innocent: Du Lian, our noble Duke Du.”
Du Lian pushed up his glasses and brushed Xia Yiming’s hand off his shoulder—almost saying, “Men and women shouldn’t touch casually.”
Du Lian had sensed something was off while chatting with Yin Ying, so he decisively went out to find her—just in time to stop a disaster.
Good thing he arrived when he did. Otherwise, Mr. Fei’s office would’ve been packed again today.
Xia Yiming patted his shoulder again. She really wanted to ask whether Du Lian had anything to say about finding himself a violent, battle-ready girlfriend who fought on his behalf.
Her “saving the innocent” comment carried a double meaning—also implying Du Lian had finally tamed the little menace named Yin Ying.
But since their relationship wasn’t fully public yet, she held back and changed the subject.
“Speaking of which, the school sports meet is coming soon. With our feud with Class 8 being this deep, we’re not gonna embarrass ourselves at the meet, right?”
When Yin Ying had been storytelling earlier, people were only half-listening, but as soon as this was mentioned, many heads lifted.
If she hadn’t said it, most people wouldn’t have realized it yet.
Class 1’s battlefield had always been academics. When it came to studying, the class of top students never feared anyone.
But the sports meet was different. First, many of them weren’t athletic. Second, many simply didn’t care—sports meet results didn’t affect the college entrance exam.
But this year was different.
Although nobody said it out loud, everyone had the same thought:
We can lose to anyone—but NOT to Class 8.
So when the sports meet application forms were handed out, Class 1’s enthusiasm skyrocketed. Whether individual or team events, the sign-up list was overflowing.
When the classmate collecting the forms checked them, she froze for a moment, almost wondering if there were special rewards this year that she hadn’t been informed about.
But that was all later.
Right now, Luo Shuxin was still holding his phone, waiting for a certain someone to come bother him with nonsense. He waited the whole day, but nothing. Not even a Moment update.
Jiang Jian normally changed his profile picture every two or three days—switching from cats and dogs, to One Punch Man, to Marvel heroes.
This morning, Jiang Jian’s icon was still Patrick Star.
By evening, it had become completely black.
