The Double Agent Shen Nian

Finding exam papers might be a challenge for students who don’t want to spend money, but for teachers, it’s as easy as eating or drinking.

Which teacher’s USB drive isn’t packed with resources?

Ten or twenty years ago, as long as a test paper was suitable, some teachers would stuff it into their USB drives. For convenience, they might even pay for VIP memberships on teaching websites to download PowerPoints and lesson plans—after all, this is their livelihood.

Before the closing ceremony, Shen Nian asked Yan Yuzhu for help. By the time the safety class meeting after the ceremony rolled around, Yan Yuzhu had already dug up all the exam papers and even kindly printed them out using the office printer.

Loyal Teacher Yan Yuzhu was truly the right choice—when you need something done, she’s the one who gets it done.

The three core subjects each had two papers, and the science comprehensive exam also had two. Ten sets of papers added up to eighty sheets—a thick stack that Yan Yuzhu handed over, visually intimidating.

Add in the rest of the books and papers, and the backpack looked like it was about to burst.

Shen Nian’s doing.

The last safety education class was just the usual pre-holiday reminders—don’t swim unsupervised, don’t break the law, and so on. Then, a quick photo at the end for formalities, followed by waiting for the bell and making a swift escape.

Su Kexi sat on the podium, propping her chin in her hand, watching the students buried in their phones while her mind wandered off to Haidilao hotpot.

Craving Haidilao.

Ah, class is over!

"Class, make sure to stay safe during the break—dismissed!"

Tonight, she’d be having Haidilao with Yan Yuzhu~

Su Kexi left, and the class scattered in an instant, everyone grinning—especially Ma Mingfan.

Damn, after staying in the dorm for so long, finally…

"You gonna start stealing canned food when you get back?"

Ma Mingfan turned his head to see Shen Nian’s handsome face, which somehow resembled a meme of a dragon holding back laughter. He tensed up for a second before forcing calm.

"What are you talking about? I don’t understand. Don’t say anything—I’m just gonna go home and enjoy some congee."

"Chen Dong, don’t reply if he messages you tonight."

Chen Dong chuckled darkly, "OK."

"I’ll treat you guys to cola. Mixue Bingcheng has a new drink—want some? Haha, no ulterior motive, just treating my bros." Ma Mingfan was sweating bullets. Bros, don’t expose me—I’ll never delete my "sage mode" files again.

"Shen Nian, I’m heading out." Xia Yanchun stood up, backpack slung over her shoulder. Why were the boys’ conversations so hard to follow? It wasn’t even Chinese anymore.

"Coming, coming." Shen Nian hoisted his backpack, flipped his chair upright, and glanced back at his two "sons." "Don’t miss your old man—see you in seven days."

With that, he bolted out of the classroom. If he ran fast enough, the profanities hurled at him wouldn’t reach his "queen mother."

National Day was originally just three days, but after the policy to reduce academic pressure came down, schools—especially top high schools like No. 1 and No. 2—became much more cautious. One misstep, and the authorities would crack down hard.

That’s why some schools in Ci’nan still had Olympiad math classes, while No. 1 and No. 2 High Schools didn’t.

Add in the overlap with Mid-Autumn Festival and two weekend days, and even without the policy, it’d still add up to seven days.

The bad news? The Mid-Autumn holiday was gone—no stacking.

But seven days? Awesome!

Eighty monthly exam papers? Awesome!

Let’s go!

Why’s the energy so hype?

Xia Yanchun shot Shen Nian a sidelong glance. What’s this guy so excited about?

"By the way, what were you guys talking about earlier?"

"Eh, kids shouldn’t meddle in grown-up conversations."

"If you won’t say, it must be something bad. Boys are always like this."

"666, born to love." Shen Nian didn’t want to elaborate—this really wasn’t a topic for girls. So he changed the subject.

"Are we going back tomorrow or the day after?"

"Day after. Gonna sleep in for a day first."

"Good idea. Leave your door unlocked tonight—I’m stealing your peanut snacks."

"Get lost. I’ll set up two mousetraps for you."

"What did mice ever do to you?"

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At the neighborhood gate, a cat named Jiba was sprawled out near the security booth, its fluffy belly rising and falling like it had just eaten its fill.

Noticing someone approaching, Jiba lifted its head—oh, Shen Nian.

Wait, who the—?

The moment it saw Shen Nian, Jiba went into full panic mode, darting into the bushes and peeking out with just its head, looking shifty.

"Damn, why’d it wake up on its own…" Shen Nian muttered, disappointed. That wasn’t good.

"What?" Xia Yanchun tilted her head. What kind of mystical conversation was this?

"Nothing, just talking about this cat."

"What’s wrong with it? Seems pretty well-behaved."

"Well-behaved? It won’t even reply when I talk to it. Zero manners."

Xia Yanchun looked from Shen Nian to the cat, a giant question mark forming over her head.

Was this really a conversation between a human and a cat?

Watching the cat’s expression, she could almost see its confusion—like it was about to start speaking human out of sheer frustration.

Poor thing. Must’ve caught Shen Nian’s attention. Better luck in the next life.

At home, Shen Nian strutted around, chest puffed out, deliberately parading in front of Shen Yue.

This was the energy of a student who usually scraped by with passing grades suddenly scoring full marks.

"What are you flaunting? If you block my view one more time, I’m throwing you out, believe me."

Shen Yue’s forehead vein was throbbing. After a long day at work, all she wanted was to relax on the couch and watch TV—only for her annoying little brother to come home, not even bringing food for his lovely sister, and then standing in front of the screen.

It was like the exhaustion of a man returning from work, only to be asked by his wife, "Would you still love me if I turned into a caterpillar?" Meanwhile, his son was yelling about some game, declaring himself "Keqing’s dog," and his daughter was muttering about "bio-dads" and "original families." That kind of helplessness.

"What, how did you know I scored 626?" Shen Nian scratched his head, feigning modesty. He hadn’t planned on bragging, but since Shen Yue asked, he’d reluctantly admit it.

Shen Yue had been about to say, "Who asked?" But the moment she heard "626," the words died in her throat.

"Seriously? Let me check the parents’ group chat."

"You infiltrated our class parents’ group?"

Shen Yue flicked her hair, smirking. "I joined during the last parent-teacher meeting. So don’t mess up—Mom might not check, but I’ll be watching."

"Don’t assume I’ll mess up. I’m the most well-behaved."

"Yeah, right."

Shen Yue scrolled through the parents’ chat, found the gradesheet, and tapped in. There was Shen Nian’s name—tenth place.

It really was 626.

Close enough.

To Shen Yue, the score wasn’t that impressive—she’d graduated from a 985 university, after all.

But still, her little brother wasn’t so "hopeless" anymore. A little praise was in order. Crushing someone’s spirit was for idiots.

She spread her arms, voice soft. "Not bad, little bro. Come here, let your sister pat your head."

"Too old for head pats. Disgusting. Take a punch instead."

Shen Nian straightened up, dead serious. What was this, some sibling romance novel? He might enjoy those stories, but in real life, he’d rather throw hands with his sister. All she ever thought about was cooking.

"You're not cute at all anymore," Shen Yue pouted, flopping back onto the sofa and carelessly crossing her fair legs. She muttered under her breath, "No wonder Xia Yanchun barely comes to hang out with you these days. You’ve gotten annoying as you’ve grown up."

"What’s all that mumbling? Hand me your phone."

"Why?"

"No reason."

......

At Hai Di Lao hotpot, Su Kexi and Yan Yuzhu sat side by side, happily savoring tender slices of meat.

Yan Yuzhu loved taking photos—every dish that arrived at the table had to be snapped and posted on Xiaohongshu to document her life. It was her way of staying relaxed.

Buzz.

Su Kexi’s phone vibrated. A glance revealed a notification: someone had added a new member to the parents' WeChat group.

Wait a minute—

‘Shen Nian’s Sister’ invited ‘Shen Nian’s Distant Cousin’ to join the group chat...?

And with an anime profile picture, no less. Seriously? Not even trying to hide it.

Su Kexi and Shen Nian were already WeChat friends. She tapped into the profile of ‘Shen Nian’s Distant Cousin’—sure enough, they were connected. Who exactly had infiltrated the parents' group? So hard to guess.

Double agent, huh?

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