Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1695 - 924: Heart-Piercing

The instant Qi Tianheng finished speaking, Duan Shigang, Gong Jin, Liu Chuandao, and Tang Jing—who had been quarreling with Liu Chuandao—all fixed their stares on him.

Qi Tianheng's recent remarks came straight out without any cover-up. That's typical for these rich heirs; they scorn whispering behind backs and always voice their dislikes right to the person's face.

Everyone caught every word crystal clear. On the school's opening day, before they could truly dive into high school vibes, they were already slaving away like laborers, bottling up a storm of frustration.

The group seized their brooms and advanced quietly.

Liu Chuandao snapped: "Say one more thing?"

Qi Tianheng sensed the heavy tension in the air. As the saying goes, a wise man shuns peril, so he backed away swiftly.

Next, he glanced at Zhao Xiaofeng and commanded: "You, go hold them off!"

Zhao Xiaofeng sized up the intimidating Duan Shigang, the towering Liu Chuandao, the rough-edged Gong Jin, and the fearless Tang Jing... then it hit him: "Me?"

Qi Tianheng replied indifferently: "Xiaofeng, figure out a way to fix this."

Left with no option, Zhao Xiaofeng gathered his courage, stepped up with a forced smile: "Yang Sheng is really too mean, my Brother Tian hates her, so by connection, sorry everyone!"

Immediately after, he fished out some crisp red hundred-yuan bills and passed them around to the others.

Liu Chuandao stooped eagerly for the cash, Duan Shigang did the same, and even Tang Jing casually grabbed one.

Gong Jin rejected Zhao Xiaofeng's money. Despite watching his companions switch sides, he kept his cool and turned his attention to Qi Tianheng instead.

He recognized that the guy clearly wielded strong influence at Fourth Middle School.

Moreover, he stood as a perfect warning example.

"Buddy, you really don’t want it?" Zhao Xiaofeng couldn't fathom it—who refuses money in this era?

Gong Jin shouldered his large broom and withdrew to his cleaning zone.

Lu Qiqi secretly admired him in her thoughts, bolstering her belief: ’His family must be very wealthy!’

The crew picked up cleaning again, sweeping sporadically.

PE teacher Gu Wei, guiding the sports team, intentionally jogged a lap along the campus's main avenue to make their presence felt.

By the school entrance, a cameraman hefted his equipment as a polished female reporter strode into Fourth Middle School grounds and launched her segment.

She started by covering Yu Zhou Fourth Middle School's founding year, its standout features, and the prominent figures it had nurtured.

In the end, eyeing the surge of arriving freshmen, the female reporter grinned and delivered in her crisp broadcast tone: "The new spring arrives as promised, welcoming students back, another year of school season, students..."

The female reporter pressed on while walking, arrived at Class 8's cleaning spot, picked a plumpish boy at random, and queried: "Hello, student, at the beginning of the new year, do you have any special expectations for the new semester?"

Wang Longlong oversaw his class's overhaul efforts. Met with the reporter's question, he paused before responding: "Do I need to say a few words briefly?"

"Hey, yes, yes, you say a few words briefly." The female reporter passed him the microphone.

Wang Longlong cleared his throat softly, ran a hand through his hair, and beamed: "Then I’ll say a few words briefly!"

"At this wonderful moment of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, stepping into the long-lost campus, in my heart arises not only the boldness of ’After three days, one should look at me with new eyes!’ The new semester is not only a fresh start for learning, but also a chance for self-transcendence and transformation, as the ancients say, studying is like rowing upstream..., in terms of moral cultivation, it’s also ’Renew yourself every day, strive to renew...’"

The female reporter nodded repeatedly, thoroughly pleased, figuring this kid had real culture and spoke impressively.

Wang Longlong kept rolling: "’A tree that embraces, is born from tiny roots; a nine-story terrace, begins with a pile of soil’, I deeply understand any great achievement... give all effort, pursue perfection... with the spirit of ’Reading ten thousand books, traveling ten thousand miles’, broaden horizons..."

Wang Longlong: "Having beginnings but few find endings, may we..."

The female reporter endured a few minutes of it, struggling to interject. She attempted cuts several times, only to get steamrolled by Wang Longlong’s fiery delivery.

Ultimately, the cameraman reached his limit and quit filming altogether.

The female reporter grabbed a brief opening, wrapped up fast, and bolted.

Wang Longlong still craved more; he wasn't done yet.

The female reporter dashed out a good distance before halting, then she scanned around for her next interviewee.

She spotted a glasses-wearing boy who looked awkward with words, so she rushed up promptly, microphone in hand: "Student, could you tell me which grade and class you're from?"

Chen Qian adjusted his glasses: "The weak fuss over grades, the strong set their sights only on the college entrance exam."

Even in the biting cold, beads of sweat formed on the female reporter's brow.

The female reporter persisted: "How would you describe the study vibe at your school?"

Chen Qian responded with poise: "I normally just talk about my own stuff—what do other people's business have to do with me?"

The female reporter couldn't help muttering: "Looks like this kid's a real dedicated study whiz."

Chen Qian placed his hands behind his back: "Without topping the ranks, how can one boast of scholarly excellence?"

With those words, he turned and departed.

'What an odd fellow!' The female reporter's lips quivered, but she swallowed the remark.

Nevertheless, as a seasoned journalist, her professional demeanor held firm. Right then, a robust young lad barreled toward them.

A wave of relief hit the female reporter—she'd at last met someone full of zeal. Yet, the boy sprinted right up, brandished two duck necks, and hawked: "Hankering for munchies? Pick Grade 11, Class 8's Pepper Chicken Necks!"

Zhang Chi completed his pitch and scampered off in a flash.

Female reporter:...

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AM Class, winter large stadium.