Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1688 - 920: The Friendship Between Class 8’s Teachers and Students (Part 2)

As others chatted about his watch, Gong Jin grinned and set the watch down on the desk.

Lu Qiqi gazed at it for a bit, her admiration growing stronger, before she commented, "The watch glass looks premium, with that frosted effect—is it handmade?"

Gong Jin replied casually, "Yes, it’s not really frosted; it only shows up in cold weather."

Hearing those words, Lu Qiqi valued the watch even more.

Gong Jin chuckled to himself inwardly; this watch had never let him down when it came to showing off and bluffing.

Wang Longlong remarked, "But isn’t this just an ordinary watch?"

Ma Shicheng stated flatly, "Looks like water got inside the watch."

Gong Jin’s expression stiffened instantly.

Lu Qiqi scolded the pair right away, "You guys know nothing about watches!"

Ma Shicheng shot her a look, "Sorry, I take back what I said—this watch definitely didn’t get water in it."

Lu Qiqi flashed a triumphant smile at once, beaming at Gong Jin as if to say, ’Am I not a virtuous wife and good mother?’

Ma Shicheng’s comeback: "It’s your brain that’s waterlogged."

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Halfway through the second late self-study period.

Gao Heshuai strode into Class 8 with a stack of test papers, and the noisy talk vanished in a flash.

With his fierce bull-like eyes, Gao Heshuai stared down the class and berated them, "A whole summer break wasn’t enough? Minds are running wild already at the start of term, still chattering away!"

"Why won’t you treasure this precious study time? Even a kid with intellectual disability in Class 11 keeps pushing to learn."

At those words, Jiang Ning shot a glance at Chen Siyu.

Chen Siyu hurried to clarify, "He’s not referring to my sister— she’s in Class 10!"

Gao Heshuai’s scolding boomed like thunder, yet some in Class 8 had perfected dodging self-reflection by pointing fingers elsewhere.

Cui Yu muttered under his breath, "Intellectual disability? That’s basically cerebral palsy, right?"

Liu Chuandao snickered, "What a joke—cerebral palsy kids still showing up to school."

Zhang Chi scoffed, "Cerebral palsy folks ought to stay home quietly, not waste school resources!"

The trashy trio wrapped up their nasty comments.

Gong Jin mused, ’Impossible—he’s been at school for years, but this is the first time hearing such blatant bashing of the disabled right out in the open.’

’What’s up with this class?’ he pondered.

Wu Xiaoqi mocked, "You three are way over the line—have some respect for people!"

Gao Heshuai ignored the bickering and sneered coldly, "He got 70 in math on the finals—how’d you lot do?"

Wu Xiaoqi fumed, "Damn!"

He’d barely scraped a twenty.

Liu Chuandao’s face darkened as he grumbled, "See? Told you he deserved a roasting."

"The test papers get reviewed in class tomorrow." Gao Heshuai dumped the pile of papers and marched out smugly, planning to hit Class 9 next for more of his trap-setting antics.

The math test papers clamped down hard, forcing study lovers to buckle down while the slackers kept goofing off without a care.

Once Gao Heshuai was gone, the physics teacher actually showed up in Class 8 for once.

Cui Yu hollered, "Oh, a rare visitor!"

Liu Chuandao fiddled with his ear, "Uncle, who might you be?"

Class 8’s physics teacher was something else—every Friday afternoon, class or no class, he’d bolt to An City for paid tutoring gigs, skipping his real job for over a year straight.

A teacher lacking any sense of duty could hardly command respect.

Duan Shigang stirred things up, "Class, let’s give the physics teacher a proper welcome!"

Wang Longlong grabbed the mic, "Formalities first, or straight to the waterworks?"

"Enough!" the physics teacher bellowed in fury.

He slammed down the test papers, "I’ll go over them tomorrow afternoon—everyone finish them!"

With that, he stormed off in a rage.

Gong Jin wondered aloud, "They treat teachers like this?"

Lu Qiqi replied matter-of-factly, "Isn’t this pretty normal?"

Gong Jin pressed, "Normal?"

Before Lu Qiqi could respond, a young and lovely female teacher entered the room with a sweet smile: "Relax, class, no test papers from me."

Ma Shicheng kicked off the hype: "Longlong, oh Longlong, who’s the world’s fairest beauty?"

Wang Longlong lifted the mic and yelled: "Mr. Guo!"

Guo Ran burst into laughter.

Her eyes turned to the back row as she called, "Jiang Ning, Xue Yuantong, come to the office with me."

"Okay." Jiang Ning took Tongtong and headed out.

Once their silhouettes vanished from view, Liu Chuandao, burning with jealousy and envy, spun around to shake off his bitterness: "Ah Wei, I heard you used to know Mr. Guo?"

Chai Wei sat there with a gloomy expression, staying silent.

Liu Chuandao instantly felt a wave of relief: "Thank you, Ah Wei."

In the back row of the classroom, Gong Jin noted: "Looks like every subject teacher will come around."

Lu Qiqi questioned: "Is it more packed than your Ancheng No.1 High School’s schedule?"

Gong Jin laughed lightly: "It’s not too bad, quite a few classmates around me are already busy with competitions."

"Ah? Not attending classes?"

Gong Jin replied casually: "We’ve already finished learning all the high school courses."

Lu Qiqi stared at him in astonishment.

After adding Gong Jin as a friend—since checking a guy's social circle was a must—Lu Qiqi scrolled through it swiftly. It brimmed with photos from scenic spots across numerous countries. A quick tally showed over ten nations, leaving her eyes wide open.

'If I become his girlfriend, won't my life turn out the same down the line?'

The thought thrilled Lu Qiqi: while her friends slaved away, she'd jet around the globe.

'Yu Wen, you're fated to glimpse the world only via my social feeds!'

Lu Qiqi began to probe: "Gong Jin, your social circle is so captivating. You travel everywhere. What do your parents do for a living?"

Gong Jin saw right through her intentions. With his usual laid-back vibe, he tossed out an English term at that moment: "Photoshop."

Lu Qiqi, a bit naive, didn't get it. Recognizing it as a foreign name, she burst out in awe: "A foreign company? No wonder! Truly impressive!"

Gong Jin caught her admiring gaze, unsure if she truly lacked knowledge or was pulling his leg.

Ma Shicheng chimed in: "What's the big deal, my parents also work in a foreign enterprise."

Lu Qiqi scoffed: "Your family? What foreign enterprise?"

Ma Shicheng shot back: "Adobe Photoshop."

Gong Jin eyed Ma Shicheng and shook his head in exasperation: "You kid."

Fine, this fellow had some spark, way more entertaining than Wang Yong.

While they chatted, the Chinese teacher Dai Yongquan showed up at the classroom entrance, clutching a stack of test papers.

"They really are coming around!" Wang Longlong groaned over the jammed sophomore-year schedule.

As Dai Yongquan entered Class Eight's domain, poised to say something, a towering, burly figure loomed right behind him.

It turned out to be the PE teacher Gu Wei!

Gu Wei stood with a fierce scowl, resembling a wrathful god.

Dai Yongquan cast a lazy sidelong glance at him—the oft-sick PE teacher, no less.

With a smug, veteran air, he drawled: "Xiao Gu, is there something you need?"

His attitude dismissed Gu Wei entirely.

Back in the day, the tall PE teacher Gu Wei had swallowed endless scorn; despite his imposing build, they'd dubbed him Gu Daiyu mockingly!

But today, he vowed to seize it all back!

Teacher Gu Wei, face stern and tone authoritative: "Mr. Dai, please step aside. I have business with the students."

Dai Yongquan stared in disbelief: "You?"

"As a physical education teacher, this is absurdly important to you?" he sneered with disdain.

Gu Wei responded with assurance: "Tomorrow kicks off the school year and international student enrollment. Every action at our Fourth Middle School faces media watch now. For flawless 'Student Arrival Preparation Meeting' setup, as PE teacher, I'm stepping up!"

After dealing with Mr. Dai, Gu Wei advanced and boomed: "Students, drop your pens! Quit those math, Chinese, and English papers!"

"Tonight's self-study is under my command!"

His voice thundered with mighty force.

Chinese teacher Dai Yongquan's hands shook, his tone trembling: "It's rebellion, rebellion!"