Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation

Night.

Guo Kunnan carried his backpack, walking step by step forward under the magnificent night sky.

Even though his mission was just to buy beer for his classmates, at that moment, his heart felt like a messenger sent to negotiate between warring nations, bearing a tremendous responsibility.

On the first day of school, the snack street outside the campus was bustling with activity. The stalls were dense, offering Miao Village crispy cakes, grilled cold noodles, spicy hotpot, and fried skewers, with tempting aromas everywhere. Fresh-faced juniors flocked to the stalls like baby birds eagerly waiting to be fed.

The juniors were ignored by Guo Kunnan, but the junior girls stayed in his mind. He wished he could tell them that the oden from that stall wasn't good, to not buy it, but unfortunately, he held back.

Guo Kunnan considered himself like 'Yu the Great who passed by his home thrice without entering,' glancing sideways as he advanced toward a small shop in the distance.

He didn't go to Yucai Supermarket because he always remembered that Cui Yu and the others once said that every penny they spent now would become a bullet Wei Xiu Yuan shot at Dong Jiayi in the future!

Brother Ma and Cui Yu, who had once promised together, had long since broken their promise, but only Guo Kunnan remained the same as always.

He was a true man!

Guo Kunnan stepped into another store, where many customers were present, with quite a few students lining up to buy daily necessities such as basins, towels, and shampoo.

Guo Kunnan boldly embraced a carton of cold beer, holding it in his arms with pride, standing out among the crowd, as his classmates gave him curious looks.

A carton of 12 bottles of beer, plus the glass bottles themselves, weighed more than 20 pounds.

While waiting in line to check out, it wasn't long before Guo Kunnan's arms got tired.

He wanted to place it on the ground to rest for a moment, but fearing for his image due to the eyes of the juniors around him, Guo Kunnan held on with all his might, enduring the fatigue.

It was about to be his turn when Guo Kunnan, exhausted to the point his complexion changed, saw a petite and frail girl approach with a black plastic bag, urgently saying: "Can you let me check out first? Thank you all!"

Before others could react, Guo Kunnan straightened his arm: "I'll let you take my place!"

He picked up the beer and moved to the end of the line with large strides.

The petite girl quickly completed her checkout, and before leaving, she deliberately ran up to Guo Kunnan and smiled at him.

In that instant, it felt as if flowers bloomed.

In the past sixteen years, no girl had ever smiled at Guo Kunnan like that.

All his fatigue vanished, and Guo Kunnan carried the beer again, chest held high.

The girl was petite, with beautifully braided hair. When she ran over earlier, her face was covered in a layer of sweat, making her appear so clean and pure.

Guo Kunnan squeezed out a smile, finally understanding that saying, 'Do good deeds, regardless of the future.'

Everything seemed vibrant and prosperous, until the girl spoke: "Thank you, uncle, you're a good person."

...

The classroom of Class 8, Grade 2 was incredibly noisy.

Chen Qian was doing test problems, Xue Yuantong was sleeping, Liu Chuandao was applying medicated oil, Lu Qiqi was admiring her new manicure, and Zhang Chi was playing with his Huawei P6.

Harmonious and natural.

Later, there would be fried chicken sponsored by Huang Zhongfei, making many students look forward to it with eager anticipation.

In such a situation, a tall figure appeared at the door of the classroom.

The classmates glanced up and were surprised to see it was Gao Heshuai, Mr. Gao.

His eyes, like a bull's, scrutinized the entire classroom without missing any student, causing those he glanced at to feel a chill in their hearts.

As he walked in, the class gradually quieted down.

In the end, all students turned to look, and Gao Heshuai, with a stern expression, raised the blackboard eraser and slammed it onto the podium:

"Bang!"

Due to the excessive amount of dust on the blackboard eraser, Gao Heshuai was engulfed in a cloud of chalk dust.

He turned into a Smoke Messenger.

The classroom erupted in laughter, and in a fluster, Gao Heshuai slapped the blackboard eraser again, causing more chalk dust to rise.

Forced to do so, Gao Heshuai moved to the aisle beside him.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

Gao Heshuai cleared his throat and said: "Did you bring the test papers assigned over the summer? Dong Qingfeng, collect them."

The front-row students had completed them, and the back-row students had copied them.

Dong Qingfeng collected them one by one, and when it was Jiang Ning's turn, Jiang Ning wasn't there, and Xue Yuantong was sleeping.

Intending to skip them since they didn't need to write, Bai Yuxia, who was well-prepared, handed in the finished papers for both of them.

Next, the student behind Jiang Ning.

Chai Wei occupied an entire desk on his own, watching with interest, knowing that he used to be from Class 6, and today's teacher couldn't control him from the former class!

Dong Qingfeng knew this well and was prepared to collect from the students behind.

As a result, the supervising Gao Heshuai in front frowned and spoke: "What's your name?"

Chai Wei raised his head and loudly introduced himself: "I'm Chai Wei, Chai from Chai Wei, and Wei from Chai Wei!"

Dong Qingfeng couldn't help but laugh.

Gao Heshuai's expression immediately turned grim, and his face darkened further as he sternly asked: "Where is your summer math homework?"

Good, good, good! This was exactly the question Chai Wei was waiting for.

Since joining the new class, he hadn't had the chance to make a name for himself, and now, wasn't it the perfect time to show off?

At this moment, many students were drawn to the commotion here.

Chai Wei: "I used to be from Class 6."

Gao Heshuai: "I don't care what class you were in, I'll ask your math teacher about your summer homework."

Chai Wei thought to himself, 'What's wrong with you?'

He got slightly angry, with a hint of arrogance: "I think a person's math performance has little to do with whether they do their homework or not."

Gao Heshuai, exasperated, retorted: "If you don't do your homework, how do you practice and understand the problems?"

Chai Wei was undeterred: "Just paying close attention in class and thoroughly understanding should suffice."