Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1690 - 921: Player_2

Lu Qiqi picked up a powerful fatherly aura. She preferred guys loaded like her sugar daddy, not ones as stuffy as her father.

Lu Qiqi: "You speak so nicely, why not go chat with my mom?"

Cui Yu blurted out: "You think he hasn't already?"

Words barely left his mouth when Cui Yu knew he'd goofed.

Lu Qiqi's face darkened: "What's that supposed to mean?"

Hu Jun cut straight: "Add your mom!"

Lu Qiqi, irritated: "Losing the debate, so you sling insults?"

Their squabble looked downright strange.

Gong Jin even caught the weird vibe right then, like sniffing out a taboo whiff.

…

Downstairs in the meantime.

A chain of lights poured out from Building 1, home to the senior third-year students, slithering like a lizard toward the junior second-year classroom block.

"Here it comes, here it comes, confession time!"

"Who's popping the question to Yun Tingting?"

"A senior third-year dude, word is he snagged a prize and locked in direct admission to an elite uni."

"Explains the flashy show, security be damned—that direct admission packs real punch!"

The neon serpent crawled along lazily, piling on wordless mental strain.

Yun Tingting's badminton partner felt the tension thicken, but he was merely her court companion, too chicken to push boundaries and risk his spot.

What role could he possibly claim facing Yun Tingting?

He longed to shout he was her true boyfriend.

Before, he'd smirked at guys eyeing from second and third floors, but with this horde of watchers now, he dreaded picturing Yun Tingting saying yes to the direct-admit guy!

Raging, her badminton pal lashed out with his racket, launching the shuttlecock skyward by accident.

Yang Sheng reached up from the balcony and snagged it.

Gong Jin spotted the sharp chill in that chiseled profile, frozen for a beat.

Yang Sheng then snapped his finger, hurling the shuttlecock onto the plaza's concrete.

Shuttlecock smacked down, and the direct-admit crew's lights froze.

Next instant, every beam zeroed in on a towering beefy lad bathed in glow.

He measured 1.87 meters exactly, strikingly good-looking, guitar clutched tight.

Early 2015, that guitar hit hard—onlooker guys griped about his peacocking.

"Ah, ain't that Senior Brother Ouyang?"

"Senior Brother Ouyang looks amazing!"

"Direct admit's Senior Brother Ouyang himself!"

Guo Kunnan clocked him: "Ain't this the physics teacher's star kid she hypes nonstop? No shock he struts like that!"

Gong Jin stole a peek at downstairs Senior Brother Ouyang too—on looks alone, the senior dwarfed him, that 1.87m stature commanded respect.

Guitar in hand, Senior Brother Ouyang marched forward strumming lively riffs.

His crew gripped lights tracking his every move, beaming solely on him; the throng hushed, poised for his soul-baring words.

Guys fumed, gals sobbed right there.

Silence shattered by a booming yell: "Ultraman Tiga, it's Ultraman Tiga!"

Crowd whipped toward the hollerer, spotting a lanky, pointy-nosed, monkeyish, sleazy-faced guy.

Cui Yu yelled on: "Check it out fast, the light—it's Ultraman Tiga!"

Senior Brother Ouyang's classmates' choreographed stunt collapsed in chaos, lights flicked off in panic.

The Light Warrior transform on Ouyang fizzled out cold.

Still, he'd battled brutal contests, crushed rivals galore, blazed through enemy ranks.

Ouyang strummed away, eyes locked lovingly on Yun Tingting, crooning: "Can't say why, I've turned super bold, falling for someone~"

Liu Chuandao swore: "Crap, he sings way too smooth."

Tall handsome senior, achievement glow and all, dropping confession in prime spotlight—pure killer move.

Badminton pal slunk aside feeling small, stepping back for true love.

Cui Yu rattled Longlong's arm: "Trouble, what if he pulls it off? No more peeping fun for us!"

Fellow guys panicked too—Class 9 neighbors, upstairs 10, 11, 12... They'd crushed on Yun Tingting forever, endless lonesome nights dreaming of her, some spinning epic tales with Yun Tingting (alias) serially on Fourth Middle School boards.

Tension hung heavily over the second and third floors.

Gong Jin felt a twinge of irritation too—no guy could stay chill watching a gorgeous girl wrapped in another man's arms; plenty fantasized about plowing him with a massive truck.

"Brother Jun, you holding up? Not freaking out?" Cui Yu pressed.

Hu Jun stayed utterly composed and unflappable: "Doesn't she look even hotter with a boyfriend?"

Gong Jin: "You've got problems."

Amid the quiet, only Senior Brother Ouyang's smooth, magnetic singing filled the square as one tune concluded.

Senior Brother Ouyang looked at Yun Tingting with deep affection: "If without you, it would be a world of wasteland and darkness."

The mood crew switched off the lights.

"If without you, it would be three years of empty time, if without you, the tightly strained string would already have snapped."

"Ding!" He strummed a single note on the guitar.

"Since the atmosphere has reached this point, I'll be brave once too, Yun Tingting, I've liked you for a long time."

Senior Brother Ouyang pulled a small box from his pocket and offered it to Yun Tingting.

Yun Tingting remained elegantly still, her feet rooted in place—the boys, familiar with her usual grace, now beheld her frozen for the first time. Her legs, hugged by sheer stockings, curved temptingly without being too slim; her rear alone could mesmerize any lad, to say nothing of her front boasting full, bountiful breasts.

Big moments were nothing new for Yun Tingting. As a fiery sensation who sparked admirers left and right, her fanbase was massive, but Senior Brother Ouyang ranked as the elite among her many suitors.

"Hand him the badminton racket—three games. Win all three against me, and I'll be your girlfriend." Yun Tingting held up three fingers.

Senior Brother Ouyang grinned, sensing her bashfulness: "Are you sure?"

Yun Tingting nodded.

"Alright." Senior Brother Ouyang grabbed the badminton racket from Yun Tingting's playing partner.

Her badminton partner felt like the heavens had crashed down.

"It's over—Tingting's done for!" Cui Yu gripped Longlong's arm tightly. They'd watched her hit the court daily—how could they miss her awful skills? Constantly chasing shuttlecocks, suffering total defeats.

Plus, Senior Brother Ouyang starred on the basketball team, boasting scary athletic prowess.

Liu Chuandao wailed: "Tingting, without you, what'll become of my future?"

They'd taken her for granted before, only grasping those cherished days' value as she slipped away.

Yang Sheng eyed their heartbroken stares—like losing a spouse—and snapped coldly: "You all know Yun Tingting's badminton level?"

Meng Gui: "How could I not? I catch the matches daily."

Chen Siyu backed Yang Sheng without pause, chiming in: "You watch badminton?"

Cui Yu's eyes bulged in shock: "Wait, you..."

Yang Sheng folded her arms, smirking with derision: "Yun Tingting won't lose."

She carried the vibe of someone who saw it all coming.

Her vibe grated harshly, yet her features struck as strikingly sharp.

Gong Jin cut in abruptly: "Oh? That confident?"

Yang Sheng shot a look at the standout freshman, eyebrow arched in challenge: "Bet?"

Gong Jin handled types like her without flinching: "Let's do it."

Guo Kunnan's thoughts snapped into focus, bursting out gleefully: "Yun Tingting won't lose for sure!"