Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1687 - 920: The Friendship Between Class 8’s Teachers and Students

Unlike the quiet night by the river dam, the evening at Fourth Middle School buzzes with energy, vibrancy, and the fresh vibe of young people.

A crowd including Cui Yu, Meng Gui, Gangzi, and Chuan Dao clustered on the balcony, eyes glued to Yun Tingting’s seductive pose.

Liu Chuandao’s eyes bulged wide, like they might pop right out and cling to the curves hugged by Yun Tingting’s yoga pants.

Hu Jun, who matured early, toyed with his string of Buddha beads—a treasured present from his older girlfriend.

"Not bad at all—Yun Tingting’s even curvier than last year," Hu Jun remarked.

"Exercising that much, how could she not have a killer figure?" Cui Yu shot back.

"Shame we can’t get a piece of that," Liu Chuandao sighed.

Yun Tingting’s popularity was off the charts; adding her contact meant waiting in a long queue, and Liu Chuandao’s spot hadn’t come up yet. It should have, except good-looking guys jumped ahead.

Still so young, Liu Chuandao had already tasted the misery of lining up for apartments in Peng City.

That idea hit him, and Liu Chuandao yelled down below without thinking, "Yun Tingting, where do I stand in the queue?"

She caught his voice but kept facing away, yelling back, "You’re still queuing? You don’t even qualify for a spot!"

Humiliation and shame washed over Liu Chuandao.

"Aren’t I handsome enough?" he bellowed.

Boos filled the hallway: "Not handsome at all."

Liu Chuandao’s appeal to the ladies got shot down flat.

Class 8’s Yan Tianpeng preferred free-spirited girls, so he called out, "I won’t join in—mind if I just spectate?"

"Qiqi, looks like your guy’s stepping out," Cui Yu mocked.

Lu Qiqi lingered on the balcony, scheming ways to cozy up to Gong Jin, snag a wealthy wife lifestyle, and smack down her scheming green-tea rival, Yu Wen.

Cui Yu’s taunt got under her skin big time. What if Gong Jin overheard and assumed she had messy ties with Yan Tianpeng?

"Watch it—jeer one more time!" Lu Qiqi snapped fiercely.

With those words out, she stormed back to class, but Gong Jin was gone already, ruining her chance to make a move.

At the same time, Tang Jing and Huang Yuzhu showed up on the balcony too. Tang Jing saw Yun Tingting as a total attention-seeker and scorned her just the same.

Girls that age can get scary jealous. In rundown, isolated schools, punks would mob and shame someone like Yun Tingting—but Fourth Middle School was a top provincial academy, and Deng Xiang’s crew was barely emerging when Jiang Ning put them in check.

Tang Jing’s rage boiled over especially seeing Huang Yuzhu gaze at Yun Tingting; her chest felt ready to burst. "You innocent-looking traitor, ogling a flaunt like her. Guys are all alike!"

"Nice view, is it? You into that? Do you even deserve it?" Tang Jing grilled him.

"Nah," Huang Yuzhu answered straight, "I feel bad for her—dressed so skimpy, gotta be freezing. Doesn’t she have money for more clothes?"

Tang Jing stood speechless, frozen on how to hit back.

The bell for class loomed; Gong Jin wrapped up his talk with next-door class’s Lin Zida and strolled to class 8’s front balcony, casting a look at the lively, stunning Yun Tingting below.

He got the psychology of girls like her—super vain types who flaunt their figures on purpose to draw eyes and feed their egos.

'Pretty intriguing, though her level’s way too basic.' Gong Jin mused coolly, staying detached from petty drama.

Tang Jing bottled it up forever before warning, "Got it, Huang Yuzhu? Girls in outfits like that are bad news!"

"Hey, why trash-talk her? That’s her style! My folks always block me from trying it, ugh..." came a fretful voice.

Gong Jin first pitied the speaker, but spinning around revealed a dainty boy.

Instinctively, he backed away. "What’s this creep?"

...

The bell tolled, kicking off the second night self-study.

Lu Qiqi gathered her stuff and slid into the seat behind Ma Shicheng and Wang Longlong—Gong Jin’s spot.

Wang Longlong spotted her move but stayed quiet; if monitor Xin Youling ignored it, why should he fuss?

Once seated, Lu Qiqi plastered on a grin. "Gong Jin, you don’t mind me here, do you?"

After taking her earlier gift, Gong Jin grinned back. "Thrilled, actually!"

And so Lu Qiqi settled in.

Gong Jin exuded total command; he ruled his social scene. Zhuang Jianhui might’ve once matched him closely, but sadly, Jianhui had mellowed out plenty lately.

Not even in his family compound did his magnetic presence fail to draw girls eager to approach.

Lu Qiqi didn’t show up for no purpose; once she got comfortable, she started warming up to Gong Jin.

"I must apologize to you!" Lu Qiqi kicked things off.

Wang Longlong elbowed Brother Ma, signaling to enjoy the spectacle.

Gong Jin, looking baffled, inquired, "Apologize? For what?"

Noting his perplexed look, Lu Qiqi explained, "You’ve been sitting solo for half a day, and I’m just now joining you. Don’t I owe you an apology?"

Wang Longlong applauded her, "Such flawless logic, Qiqi!"

Ma Shicheng: "Brother Nan, ever so self-conscious, ought to witness this."

Gong Jin seemed utterly taken aback, yet thanks to his worldly savvy, he answered, "Well, it’s hardly your fault."

Lu Qiqi: "It absolutely is, since you’re a visitor from distant lands!"

Gong Jin: "Correct, you’re Lu... Qiqi, right?"

Lu Qiqi got mildly irked and scolded loudly, "I gave you a little gift already, yet you forget my name? You owe me bubble tea!"

Gong Jin: ’Does her reasoning seem a tad off?’

Lu Qiqi had completely thrown his everyday social logic into chaos.

Thankfully, Lu Qiqi’s quirky opener didn’t persist; after some conversation, she turned out fairly normal. Her online-gleaned elite-class trivia still served to smooth things over.

"Your watch stands out uniquely; it suits you far better than a Rolex," Lu Qiqi praised.