Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1673 - 911: Assigning Classes

"It's the fifteenth day of the first lunar month today. The Lantern Festival cultural event will take place at Evergreen Liquid Building Square then. Enjoy free tangyuan, watch fireworks, and solve riddles for prizes. All students interested are invited to join, but safety comes first."

Xin Youling posted the newest urban district news in the class group chat.

Serving as class president, she was starting to realize that to oust the 'white moonlight' predecessor from her classmates' hearts, she needed to shine as the vibrant red rose, dimming that moonlight to mere rice grains.

That's why Xin Youling launched a fresh venture over the winter holidays.

All of a sudden, a QQ private message popped up from Miao Zhe, and Xin Youling swiftly drafted and forwarded it to the group:

"Epic winter socks at a steal! Just 7.9 yuan for 30 pairs. Grab the 50-40 coupon first, toss extra stuff in the cart to hit the total... then drop some items... hurry up!"

Lu Qiqi had her fingers poised to type 'laughing to death, what kind of socks for 7.9 yuan? Wearable even?'

Yet Yu Wen jumped in first, firing off a red envelope: "I'll snag winter socks for everyone!"

The group chat exploded in chaos right away, with tons of greedy fingers scrambling to snatch the tiny red packet.

"Holy crap, 16 yuan!" Zhang Chi burst with thrill, enough cash now for yellow stewed chicken dinner!

While he was still buzzing, Yu Wen dropped another red envelope. Cracking it open revealed 8 yuan and 8 cents—breakfast funds secured too.

Zhang Chi felt such deep thanks he nearly swore brotherhood with Yu Wen as godfather.

Duan Shigang, Liu Chuandao, and the rest chimed in with all kinds of flattery.

Yu Wen, buzzing with joy, tossed out yet another red envelope.

Soon the chat brimmed with praise, crowning Yu Wen with the temporary 'Class Eight Hero' title.

Shen Qing’e clutched her phone, eyeing the trio of 200-yuan red envelopes clearly—six hundred yuan blown in a flash!

Six hundred yuan! That topped Shen Qing’e’s entire monthly pocket money.

As part of the tight-knit trio chat, Lu Qiqi rallied the three-person group, babbling: "Big deal with Yu Wen, she just got lucky with 300,000 yuan, right?"

"Post-taxes, barely 240,000—what's she shaking her tail for?"

Clearly, Lu Qiqi harbored heaps of grudge, envious of Yu Wen’s fortune, even pulling out an uncommon old saying: "Heaven makes you mad, it must make you perish!"

Jiang Yanan kept quiet; it was obvious Qiqi was fuming hard, given she skips memorizing and cheats on tests, yet spouted classics.

She chimed in to fix it: "Qiqi, it's 'Heaven wants to destroy you, so it first makes you mad.'

The heated vibe turned brutally awkward in a heartbeat.

Moments later, Shen Qing’e got pinged with a fresh group invite.

Stepping in, she saw it held just her and Lu Qiqi.

Lu Qiqi kept railing: "Yu Wen’s cash is shady, Qing’e—let's pay her back later! Show her where she belongs!"

After tasting reliance on others, Shen Qing’e wasn’t some innocent bloom anymore; she answered warily: "Mm, sure, whatever you say."

Lu Qiqi pressed on grudgingly: "Jiang Ning ran a marathon once and pocketed tens of thousands, donated almost all—why not Yu Wen? So selfish!"

Shen Qing’e: "Mm-hmm."

Truth be told though, Yu Wen had grown cocky these days.

Days back, when Shen Qing’e arrived in the city, Yu Wen eyed her like a rural newbie, dripping newfound smugness in every word.

Shen Qing’e later found out about the 300,000 yuan win.

Yu Wen had been her closest pal before, but in their hangs, Yu Wen always sensed a subtle edge from her beauty. Now with the windfall, Yu Wen swelled up...

Shen Qing’e sensed an uneasy drift ahead; her bestie’s rise stung.

...

That evening, down by the river dam.

"Young master, hop on the ride!" Xingxing gripped the reins tight, a four-wheeled cart trailing him.

Lin Zida beamed with delight, his plump cheeks glowing as he boasted to Zhuang Jianhui, Wei Zishan, and folks around: "Haha, hear that—someone's calling me young master!"

Over New Year lately, Zhuang Jianhui had been linking up with pals home and abroad, skipping the river dam for ages. He eyed the young cart-puller: "You new around here?"

After six days of Dongdong’s beatings, Xingxing had morphed from brat to earnest lad: "Yeah, yeah, Dongdong’s my boss."

Zhuang Jianhui sensed unreality: "Dongdong leveled up?"

Lin Zida stared in doubt at thoughts of Little Fatty: "Dongdong promoted? No way!"

Xingxing declared: "Thanks to me."

"..." Lin Zida went speechless.

Close by, Wei Zishan in her 'good girl' mode cried out: "This feels off—he's only a child! Should he be laboring like this?"

Xingxing spotted a savior, eyes hopeful: "Right, right, I'm just a kid!"

Wei Zishan smacked her rear: "Never ridden a kid-drawn cart—let's try it."

Hope drained from Xingxing’s gaze; he reverted to cart-hauler Xingzi, hauling Wei Zishan onward eastward with grit.

Truthfully, Zhuang Jianhui peeked at the Xue place door but spotted no Jiang Ning, so he held his tongue—mere nods acquaintances, not inner circle.

Over in Jiang Ning’s cozy room meanwhile.

Xue Yuantong gamed away while chatting with Shang Caiwei via iPad.

"Hold on, you wanna go professional? Turn into a top pro gamer?" Xue Yuantong’s volume spiked involuntarily.

Shang Caiwei’s faint voice crackled through: "Uh-huh, I love gaming, hit King Rank now—my bro says I’ve got skills."

Xue Yuantong puzzled: "Pro scene’s brutal though, yeah? How do you even break in?"

From nearby, Jiang Ning tossed in: "Probably join a team, do youth training or something."

Xue Yuantong shot back instantly: "Weiwei, you're such a scaredy-cat—what if bullies pick on you in camp?"

Shang Caiwei faltered: "Um, probably no one would bully me...?"