Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1644 - 897: Playing with Mortal Affairs

Yucai Internet Cafe.

Wang Longlong left Cui Yu undisturbed while he gamed on, since diligent folks always earn respect. Bringing Guo Kunnan along, he went to express thanks to Jiang Ning.

Zhou Jinglan sported a duckbill cap, quietly trailing in the back.

Sociable Wang Longlong chuckled: "Brother Ning, thanks a lot. Tonight, I’ll handle that Fourth Middle School little web host issue for you."

A slight nod came from Jiang Ning.

The victim Guo Kunnan brimmed with gratitude: "Brother Ning, no words needed, got time? Let me treat you to hot pot! Rich-Hot Pot, it’s super tasty!"

Jiang Ning courteously refused, planning to head home soon—Tongtong his electronic pet was yowling on his phone.

"Fine then, school starts and I’ll treat you!" Guo Kunnan declared.

Glancing about, he gave a wry smile, admitting openly: "Truth is, those collapsible batons they held earlier made me pretty uneasy!"

Once settled, he pondered deeper—if a brawl had erupted, injury or worse could have left him crippled, derailing even his schooling.

Real life demands a price for every choice, unlike games.

Noticing Guo Kunnan’s scared look, Wang Longlong comforted: "Totally normal, Brother Nan. A baton’s iron, hits like a blade. Bet 77% worldwide would quake seeing that earlier scene."

Zhou Jinglan trailed the pair wordlessly, but thinking back, they were spot on—danger hits home only after surviving it.

Still, Jiang Ning dismantled that threat casually right before their eyes, his calm vibe suggesting it was no big deal.

Unlike them, Chen Siyu piped up: "Hadn’t you said it, I’d miss those batons entirely! Haha, guess I’m in that 33%—zero nerves!"

Guo Kunnan chuckled: "Chen Siyu, P.E. teacher teach your math? That’s 101%!"

Hearing that, Zhou Jinglan sank into thought.

High schoolers, really?

Wang Longlong showed sharp EQ, skipping the math slip, warning instead: "Heading home tonight, stay alert, folks. Looks like Dingyun Club guys—watch for payback!"

Chen Siyu feigned terror at once: "Jiang Ning, come guard me and sis at home?"

Jiang Ning eyed her: "You can come to mine."

Chen Siyu lit up: "For real?"

Jiang Ning: "Nope."

"Got it." Chen Siyu deflated.

Guo Kunnan spun to the Fourth Middle School stunner, offering: "Zhou Jinglan, we’ll walk you home later!"

Zhou Jinglan nodded softly; Guo Kunnan hadn’t shone much, but his intent was sincere, so she said: "I’ll treat everyone to hot pot later."

Gazing straight at Jiang Ning, eyes sparkling, she invited: "Care to come?"

Jiang Ning stayed cool: "Nah, you all enjoy."

Zhou Jinglan dropped it: "Okay, some other time."

Guo Kunnan wondered next: "Hey Jiang Ning, after you booted that dude, why didn’t that girl keep her crew on you? More numbers and all—why’d they bolt?"

"They seemed furious fleeing." Guo Kunnan figured punks often went berserk, life be damned.

Jiang Ning glanced down: "Know why the ground underfoot stays level?"

Guo Kunnan scratched his head.

Chen Siyu got it: "Cuz no rocks!"

Wang Longlong intoned gravely: "Absolute power turns rage into mere bluff."

That sank in, leaving Guo Kunnan glum.

Those cocky thugs toyed with him effortlessly, yet Jiang Ning sent them scampering.

’Such a vast gap in one guy!’

Chatting a bit more, Wang Longlong led them back to Cui Yu.

Cui Yu, briefed on events, blinked: "Just gaming here, and outside it’s like ages flew by?"

He griped in Class 8’s group chat; gossip fiend Lu Qiqi probed, Zhou Jinglan being that mini-celeb!

Lu Qiqi needed heavy makeup and filters just to somewhat match!

Lu Qiqi hounded questions, so Cui Yu quizzed Wang Longlong, who recapped everything.

Lu Qiqi mocked openly: "Green tea basic, caught as side chick, deserved the beatdown."

Male chauvinist Duan Shigang, Lu Qiqi’s usual roast target, jumped in: "Don’t you preach girl solidarity? Why so harsh now?"

Lu Qiqi fired back: "She shames us girls—why back her?"

Liu Chuandao summed up: "Jealous she outshines you in looks!"

Lu Qiqi fumed: "Jealous? Laughable. This ain’t her fault? Hilarious bunch—who’s right here?"

Dong Qingfeng: "No full story, no opinion—but now I know Zhou Jinglan’s side, backing her."

Wang Yong pasted it.

Boys followed suit one after another.

Lu Qiqi glared at her screen, sneering nonstop: ’Teamed up, have you?’

She schemed revenge, aiming to split them apart.

Duan Shigang mulled; ex-bigshot, he knew muscle rarely won—he needed smarts.

He DM’d Zhang Chi: "Post in group: ’Lu Qiqi’s got a point, Zhou Jinglan third-wheeled first, why fight? (5 yuan/post)"

Post-resignation, Zhang Chi scraped by. Duan’s gig felt like oasis water in the Sahara.