Shen Nian flexed his arm, but his loose jacket hid any noticeable change.
Xia Yanchun reached out and pinched it, but no matter how hard she tried, her fingers couldn't make a dent, and they even turned red from the effort.
It really is quite hard...
Three months, give or take. Can someone develop abs and such solid muscles in just three months?
Xia Yanchun didn't know, she just thought it was exaggerated. She really felt like she'd be turned into a cream puff by one punch from Shen Nian.
"Okay, you win, you're amazing."
She changed the subject. "Do all you guys get ADHD around girls? They were just over there doing imaginary dribbling, it was so ridiculous."
"They wanted to get to know you, trying to get your attention by making you look their way."
"Ugh, so many guys are like that. If I were the one being secretly admired, and saw a guy slap his friend just to get noticed, I'd just think he's sick in the head."
"Don't generalize like that. That's probably a minority. I don't do that, anyway. I've never hit Chen Dong while standing next to you."
Shen Nian said with a grin.
Xia Yanchun pursed her lips, quickened her pace for a couple of steps, her face secretly flushing a little.
Can you even call that a secret crush? You're not even pretending anymore.
"Who asked you?" she mumbled.
"Want some?" Shen Nian pulled two shaomai from his pocket and held them up to her lips.
Xia Yanchun opened her mouth, then cleverly glanced left and right. After confirming no one she knew was around, she quickly took a bite of the shaomai.
Southern shaomai are mostly glutinous rice, savory and fragrant, and still warm. A bit of grease stained Xia Yanchun's lips, and she stuck her tongue out to lick it off.
Shen Nian popped the rest into his mouth and swallowed it in one bite.
In the classroom, Shen Nian drank half a bottle of cold water, feeling a chill in his stomach.
Drinking cold water in winter? The colder you drink, the tougher you are.
"Damn, the business prodigy is here." Chen Dong started hooting as soon as he saw Shen Nian.
"You idiot."
"Haven't you checked the confession wall? You're on the honor roll, and you got posted on the confession wall."
"What? It didn't even make it to the forum?" Shen Nian's expression was like a disappointed yellow-face emoji.
The confession wall should be for serious confessions, not for posting all sorts of random stuff, geez.
Shen Nian scratched his cheek. "What did they say about me?"
"You should find some time and look for yourself, hahaha, seriously, I laughed so hard last night my dick nearly fell off."
"111 Really? Did it break?"
"Damn you."
During the long break, Shen Nian, burning with curiosity, stealthily blocked his phone with a book and took a look. With his +3 agility, he wasn't afraid of getting caught by the teacher.
And even if he did get caught, so what?
Shen Nian really wasn't afraid of much. Call it arrogance if you want, he'd accept that. But school couldn't offer him much help anymore. The school might not lack potential candidates for Tsinghua or Peking University, but he certainly wasn't lacking in schools that would want him either.
He specifically looked up the confession wall, scrolling a couple of times before finding the post related to him.
The attached picture was just a photo of the honor roll. The caption read: 【This legend has me laughing like a madwoman, wall please keep me anonymous!】
There were quite a few comments below.
【Doesn't anyone check the honor roll? Is this 'life motto' appropriate?】
【Boldly taking a picture with your phone and posting it, OP, you're not exactly simple either.】
【Is it really five bucks a day? I have a little two-digit app here, the numbers add up to ten, need help advertising it.】
【Dude above, you have issues?!】
【Follow Yongchu Dafei, thank you meow.】
【I already sent him five bucks. Let me tell you something that happened today. Today in the cafeteria, I saw two guys. They ate, then went to buy drinks, and then went back to the dorm.】
【666, why didn't you mention such a big deal earlier?】
【Doesn't anyone care about his mental state?】
"..."
A bunch of lunatics.
It made Shen Nian's brain freeze. Is this still No.2 High School? Are these even human?
No.2 High is one of the top high schools in the province. Looks like this generation is pretty much done for.
Normal people like himself were already a rare species. Next up is the era of the great fakers!
The likes and comments were pretty high. It was an afternoon post, with the most comments at night.
Shen Nian pretty much understood. The task 【Widely Renowned】 was probably completed this way.
News spreads from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred. Now everyone knew him.
Good news travels a thousand miles.
Shen Nian dragged Chen Dong out to take a leak. He patted Chen Dong with his hand. "Hey bro, any progress lately with your childhood friend?"
"Motherfucker, if you want to wipe your hands on me, just do it. Why the hell bring up a topic?"
"..." Shen Nian wiped both hands on him.
He heard it clearly. Chen Dong said if he wanted to wipe, just wipe.
"Wait, you actually did it?!" Chen Dong was ready to spit blood.
"You're not happy when I actually do it."
"Can't you just shake it off?"
"Sorry about that, bro. I didn't see anyone there for a second, thought someone had hung their clothes up. Turns out you were wearing it. My bad. I'll grab you a couple of duck feet when we get back."
"What's there to say? We're brothers, right? I could've just taken my shirt off for you to wipe your hands on."
Shen Nian really did get Chen Dong two duck feet.
The two of them stood in the hallway gnawing on them, the smell of pickled peppers filling the air.
"So, how are things with your childhood friend? Are you together or not?"
"Nah." Chen Dong was silent for a moment. "She had an accident a while back, hasn't been to school for months. If the college entrance exam doesn't go well, she might have to repeat the year."
"What happened? That serious."
"Heh, got into a car accident while out having fun. Luckily, it was just her legs. Takes a long time to recover from injuries to tendons and bones. She can only stand for a little while now. I went to see her at the hospital every day before."
Shen Nian sighed, feeling a bit helpless.
For injuries to tendons and bones, his "Miraculous Hands Bring Back Spring" skill might be worth a try. But the trigger condition for Miraculous Hands Bring Back Spring is very strict; it requires physical contact.
Even if he were willing to try and treat her, she might not agree. Who would let a stranger of the opposite sex get handsy?
"Being able to recover is lucky enough." Shen Nian offered a casual word of comfort. Since she could get better, it wasn't something he needed to consider. Modern medicine is advanced enough.
"That's true. Actually, there's nothing much between her and me. Just a normal relationship."
"Didn't you send me a picture of you two holding hands before?"
"Ahem, ahem... Is that so strange? I told you it was ambiguous... Hey, how about you and the class monitor?" Chen Dong deliberately lowered his voice.
"What do you mean how? Everything's normal. She's nothing special. It's freezing, let's go back to the classroom and nap a bit."
Shen Nian hastily ended the topic and made his escape.
There's really nothing between him and Xia Yanchun, right? Excluding having hugged, held hands, embraced, slept together... aren't they just normal classmates?
Oh, gotta add kissed to that list.
Just a normal classmate relationship.
Yan Xi reminds you: Due to Tomato's request for over 3 million daily visits causing excessive server pressure, it is now recommended that you use sources from other big shots.

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