Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation

The third period of evening self-study, free self-study.

The originally high-seated Huang Zhongfei on the podium was replaced by the pretty girl Xin Youling. She is now the class monitor, responsible for watching over Class 8 and maintaining classroom discipline.

Guo Kunnan wrote two problems and got tired. He raised his head and gazed at the girl behind the podium. Two seconds later, he was recharged.

So nice!

"Being able to see the girl I love just by looking up might be the most beautiful moment in life!" Guo Kunnan thought.

From afar, Xin Youling noticed Guo Kunnan and smiled to greet him.

As the saying goes, "flowers bloom in an instant," Guo Kunnan's season went from summer back to spring, returning to that world of blossoming spring flowers.

At the back, Hu Jun quietly analyzed: "Brother Quan, I found a small doubt."

Dan Kaiquan paused his hand from solving problems: "Go on."

"I strongly suspect that Brother Nan doesn't like Xin Youling, but rather the monitor of Class 11, Xu Yan. Xin Youling resembles Xu Yan," Hu Jun said.

Dan Kaiquan thought carefully, and it was indeed so. Guo Kunnan had a crush on the girl from Class 11 before, who was the monitor, and now he likes the new monitor Xin Youling. Does he only like girls with status?

Hu Jun tutted: "But such girls aren't something an ordinary person can handle."

He shook his head, lamenting Brother Nan's fate.

Falling for a wild horse without a prairie at home.

Wang Longlong laughed: "Brother Jun, let it go, aren't thirty-year-old women even harder to handle?"

Hu Jun responded candidly: "You don't get it; I can be handled!"

A few brothers gathered over here chatting aimlessly, having a pleasant time. Wang Longlong felt his mouth was empty since Brother Nan wasn't around, and there were fewer snacks than usual.

He looked back and saw at the rear of the classroom, Huang Yuzhu squatting beside the water dispenser with a wrench and a screwdriver, concentrating on repairing the water dispenser.

Wang Longlong was suspicious; what exactly did Yu Zhu's bag contain or not contain?

Class 8 had two water dispensers, and after one broke down, only the other was left, which was slightly insufficient during peak water usage.

At this time during class, Zhang Chi at the west side of the classroom, picked up his cup, amidst the quietly seated class, to the front row to get water.

Even though it was a self-study class, getting water wasn't prohibited.

Zhang Chi intended to take water for drinking at the dormitory at night.

The male dormitory at Fourth Middle School didn't have a water dispenser. Zhang Chi didn't want to drink cold water and didn't want to buy bottled water, so it was perfect to drink from the class.

Meng Zi Yun happened to be in front of Zhang Chi. Seeing the water in the purified water barrel about to run out, Zhang Chi took a couple of quick steps, edged Meng Zi Yun out, and placed his cup first.

Meng Zi Yun, after all, was a girl. After being shoved like this, she almost stumbled but steadied her step and questioned sternly:

"What are you doing?"

Her words before seemed aggressive.

Zhang Chi wasn't afraid of her at all. He pretended not to hear her and pressed the water button.

Meng Zi Yun was quite upset, and without getting water, stomped back to her seat.

Cao Kun consoled her: "Trashy people have no manners. Don't bother with him."

Actually, Cao Kun felt helpless. If it were before in Class 5 where he had many friends, he would have definitely reprimanded this person publicly, ruining their reputation. Unfortunately, he was now in Class 8, feeling alone and helpless.

He used to be so glorious!

Indeed, 'objects away from home are valuable, but people away from home are cheap'!

Tang Jing had a playful expression. She recognized Zhang Chi. Once at a barbeque stand, she had teased him. For people like him, Tang Jing could easily toy with them.

Since coming to Class 8, the once-famous figure in Class 5, Cao Kun, had suffered some unfairness. However, Tang Jing was in perfect form.

"It's fine, leave it to me." Tang Jing said.

While speaking, she took out a piece of what seemed to be folded red banknotes.

Meng Zi Yun asked, puzzled: "What are you doing with one hundred yuan?"

For ordinary high school students, one hundred yuan was a bit substantial.

Tang Jing's face, slightly sharp, exuded an insidious look: "Watch closely."

She tossed one hundred yuan to the ground and covered it with the sole of her shoe.

Zhang Chi filled his cup with water successfully, feeling great, and swaggered back to the rear seats.

At this moment, Tang Jing's foot suddenly moved aside, her motion slightly exaggerated, catching the attention of Zhang Chi who was walking towards her. Following this, he saw the red hundred-yuan bill lying on the concrete floor.

In an instant, Zhang Chi's heartbeat slowed half a beat, then "thump, thump, thump" sped up.

Countless images flashed through his mind; one hundred yuan could buy 40 bottles of cola, 25 cups of instant noodles, 12 servings of fried chicken cutlets, or 6 meals of simmered chicken!

He discreetly glanced at the people around. Tang Jing was reading, Meng Zi Yun was watching him, but she wasn't paying attention to the ground.

Not picking up money was to be condemned by heaven and earth!

Driven by greed, morals took a back seat; moreover, Zhang Chi had no morals at all.

Zhang Chi naturally, confidently walked over to Tang Jing's side, his foot "smack" stepping right on the folded hundred-yuan notes.

He moved forward little by little, dragging the money forward in a quite comical manner.

Cui Yu teased: "Chi Zi, did you sprain your foot?"

Zhang Chi squeezed out a laugh, responding: "Hahaha, my leg is a bit uncomfortable."

As he spoke, he moved forward. Originally a few seconds' journey, it actually took him a full two minutes. His back was drenched in nervous sweat; after overcoming numerous hardships, he finally returned to his seat.

His deskmate, Duan Shigang, was watching a movie.

Zhang Chi squatted down to tie his shoelaces, discreetly taking out the money from under his shoe.

'Hahaha, one hundred yuan secured!' Zhang Chi's face was overjoyed, as if he were in a fit of hysteria.

Meng Zi Yun frowned: "Jingjing, your money is gone, and now he benefits? "

Tang Jing was almost laughing out loud. She pulled out another 'bill', and Meng Zi Yun looked it over, finding that the front had a print of a banknote design, but the back was surprisingly an advertisement.

'Damn it, an advertisement!' Zhang Chi thought angrily.