Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1698 - 925: Another Gamble_2

Meng Gui declared: "The Great Qing has fallen, how come you’re still alive?"

Cui Yu retorted: "What gave it away? I’ve been dressing like this for years, okay? Don’t spout nonsense with your eyes wide open. Being a pretty girl is tough; it’s just flesh-colored stockings. Think about it, haven’t you worn shorts and a tank top?"

Lu Qiqi was on the verge of snapping.

Cui Yu kept gesturing toward the floor below: "And she’s super conservative too. See, others ask her for badminton, but she won’t go for it."

Lu Qiqi looked down, and there it was—the idle Deng Xiang inviting Yun Tingting to badminton, rejected outright by Yun Tingting. Deng Xiang shuffled off in awkwardness.

Duan Shigang caught sight of his old buddy’s cringe-worthy moment, yet his face didn’t flicker. Since Zhao Xiaofeng’s Quick Video faced a school report, with the crew pinning it on him, Duan Shigang had pulled back from his former pals.

’And that Qiu Die? No money back yet.’ Duan Shigang mused, texting away to silence.

Guo Kunnan commended: "Yun Tingting’s got it, appears daring and loose, yet truly a classic girl."

Liu Chuandao, annoyed: "Why traditional? Zero chance for me!"

Staring but unable to claim it—pure torment!

Cao Kun: "Could be her personal style, quite appealing."

A thousand times superior to Meng Ziyun.

Duan Shigang mulled it over briefly, then stated: "Ladylike off the bed, vixen in it—remarkable!"

Lu Qiqi observed their yapping, reshaping Yun Tingting into a modest, reserved archetype.

Lu Qiqi felt miserable deep down, rivalry ingrained in her core, sneering: "You boys see her as traditional?"

"Behold this!"

Lu Qiqi abruptly hollered downstairs: "Yun Tingting, does Jiang Ning want to play badminton with you?"

Yun Tingting, right after brushing off Deng Xiang and set to serve, caught the shout, peered up astonished: "He wants to play me? When? Right now?"

Her keen eagerness sharply differed from the irritation shown to Deng Xiang’s refusal.

Gathered in the first-floor hallway, top experiment class aces had assembled, set to pull rank for Yun Tingting’s invite, but this sight left their faces flushed awkward.

Lu Qiqi swiftly replied: "Hold up, I’ll check!"

She then raced back to class, dashed at Jiang Ning, vowing: "Jiang Ning, next class I’ll get you milk tea, piping hot pineapple-coconut, fried chicken cutlets, peppered chicken feet, cheese cake—please play badminton with Yun Tingting for me? Thanks a ton!"

Xue Yuantong gulped hard, itching to accept, yet no snack lure would loosen her hold on Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning weighed it for seconds; Lu Qiqi’s pushiness irked, but fairly, the bribe tempted with opportunity and tasty perks.

Chen Siyu jumped in: "No dice, Qiqi, Jiang Ning’s coaching me! He can’t budge!"

Lu Qiqi noted Jiang Ning’s quiet and showed clear letdown.

Meanwhile downstairs in the square.

The badminton friend built up nerve: "Tingting, still game?"

Yun Tingting flapped her hand: "No play, no play."

She mumbled: "Why’s Jiang Ning so slow to reply? Did I jump the gun agreeing?"

Thus, Yun Tingting snatched her racket and sped to the first-floor corridor stairs.

Same-class Gu Changyan noticed, teased: "Yun Tingting, you’re diving right in!"

Meantime on the second floor, Yun Tingting’s recent traditional praisers hushed up.

...

Evening self-study’s last period, teacher-free.

Still, Chen Siyu tapped her fierce discipline and a rush of vigor, slipping into hardcore study drive.

Bai Yuxia spared a light glance, unbothered.

Chen Siyu requested aid from Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning covered the math puzzle once, then queried: "Got it?"

Chen Siyu looked reflective: "I think so."

Jiang Ning: "Another go?"

"Yes!"

Jiang Ning grinned: "Already hooked for more?"

Chen Siyu shot back promptly: "Can’t get enough!"

Jiang Ning pressed on, guiding her past the tough spots.

Try one, two, three—Chen Siyu finally nailed it.

Yet efficiency dragged badly.

In a bind, Chen Siyu murmured to amp herself: "Like this: fail to grasp it once, punish me severely!"

Jiang Ning answered: "Okay, what penalty?"

"You pick, you pick!" Chen Siyu handed him the reins.

She eyed Jiang Ning anxiously, eyes flickering with eager spark.

Jiang Ning pondered briefly before declaring, "If you can’t learn it, you have to yell at the top of your lungs that you are Chen Siqing."

Spotting the pair murmuring secretly, Bai Yuxia asked with curiosity, "What are you two talking about?"

Excitement sparkled across Chen Siyu’s face, "We’re playing a punishment game."

’What sort of punishment game thrills Siyu this much? SM maybe?’ A wild notion raced through Bai Yuxia’s head.

...

At the classroom’s southern side, Guo Kunnan and Cao Kun chatted about Yun Tingting.

Guo Kunnan poked the fellow ahead, "Yu Zhu, what’s your take on Yun Tingting?"

Tang Jing snapped her focus right away.

Huang Yuzhu commented, "She’s likely super poor, dressing in so little."

Guo Kunnan and Cao Kun erupted in laughter, "Hahaha."

Guo Kunnan inquired, "What if Yun Tingting asks you to play badminton? You gonna say no?"

Huang Yuzhu let out a simple chuckle, "I’d probably join her for a few rounds. My family’s not rich either, so I get the pain of rejection."

Anger wrecked Tang Jing’s cool; her face contorted as she thought, ’You with those thick brows and big eyes, how dare you dream of hanging with a hot girl? You worthy? Total fake earlier, fake!’

Twisted in rage, Tang Jing countered fiercely, "Huang Yuzhu, a tall handsome guy wanted my WeChat today while walking—are you jealous?"

Huang Yuzhu responded, "I usually eat vinegar with dumplings."

Tang Jing froze for a second, then stressed, "I mean a tall handsome guy asking for my WeChat."

Huang Yuzhu replied, "That time, I wasn’t eating dumplings."

Guo Kunnan, no stranger to dating, got floored by Huang Yuzhu’s bluntness and shot him a thumbs-up, "Brother Zhuzi, I’ve hustled my whole life and still can’t touch you even a little!"

"Talent!" Cao Kun burst out.

...

With evening self-study underway and no teachers present, class 8’s group chat buzzed wildly.

In the group, Zhang Chi posted, "It’d be awesome if you all bought a duck neck from me."

"Yeah right, who’s gutsy enough to eat your duck necks?" Yang Sheng taunted.

Zhang Chi, infamous class-wide and school-famous as a crafty seller, once splurged on routers to peddle class WiFi. To curb leaks, he dreamed up, "Password leaks, whole family dies."

A guy with that creative scam flair needed no further words on his shady dealings.

As the proverb warns, blocking wealth equals kin-slaying, so Zhang Chi fumed, "No buy? Fine, but why block others?"

Yang Sheng shrugged it off, "Let the daring buy—sell away if you want (smile)."

Long irked by her, Zhang Chi snapped, "You act superior—what if I sell some?"

Recalling last night’s scene where Yang Sheng auctioned a newbie for big cash, he threw down, "Wanna bet?"

Yang Sheng blinked in surprise, "Bet on it."

Zhang Chi beamed with glee, "You’re screwed—know how many hate you?"

Yang Sheng shot back, "Don’t you have way more haters?"

On the sly, Zhang Chi messaged Liu Chuandao, offering free duck necks for a fake buy.

Liu Chuandao sneered, "Free? Still wouldn’t touch your duck necks."

Rage bubbling, Zhang Chi dangled 10 yuan.

Liu Chuandao weighed it, "10 yuan’s whatever—I mostly wanna troll Yang Sheng... up it to 20."

Utterly pissed, Zhang Chi clenched his jaw, "Fine!"

Thus Liu Chuandao typed in the group, "I’ll buy, I’ll buy, two for me."

Zhang Chi went wild with joy, like in a delirious haze, "Haha, Yang Sheng, you lost, lost!"

He didn’t just crow in the group—he hollered in class too, "Haha, Yang Sheng, you’re done!"

The hype pulled eyes from loads of classmates.

Zhang Chi plunged both hands into his desk slot to grab duck necks for Liu Chuandao, but grasped air. Elation shattered into panic, "Where’d my duck necks go?"