Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1703 - 928: Utterly Defenseless!

Buzzing with hidden excitement, the morning's first class stirred as students discovered the seat reshuffle ahead.

Trembling in eager anticipation amid the Four Golden Flowers, Song Sheng finally welcomed this long-awaited day!

Huddled in the back row, the four friends sat close while Xue Yuantong relished the coconut milk porridge Jiang Ning had fetched for her.

Yu Wen: "Yun Tingting is so pretentious."

Bai Yuxia instantly pricked up her pointy little ears, switching to full eavesdropping mode.

Jiang Yanan: "What’s wrong?"

A touch of anger in her voice, Yu Wen said: "On the forum, they claim Yun Tingting is too outstanding, with no guy worthy of her. Hehe, what does she amount to next to Zhongfei?"

Jiang Yanan: "Wow, I just figured it out—was that you praising Huang Zhongfei in the post, Wenwen?"

Chen Siyu caught on: "No wonder! I was wondering why someone kept trash-talking Huang Zhongfei on the Fourth Middle School forum lately!"

Hearing it all, Huang Zhongfei stayed perfectly calm, his refined manners shining through. Merely a trivial issue.

Yu Wen shot back: "It’s not trash-talking! I’d take on the whole forum for Zhongfei!"

Thinking back to the Fourth Middle School forum, Jiang Yanan remembered how chats about hot guys and cute girls always dragged in Huang Zhongfei, sparking fierce arguments that devolved into name-calling brawls.

She thought to herself: ’Sis, keep going like this and the whole forum will truly turn against Huang Zhongfei!’

Only a patient soul like Huang Zhongfei could put up with such chaos.

Aware her sister had unwittingly slighted Yun Tingting, Jiang Yanan spoke sensibly: "Actually, I’m pretty envious of Yun Tingting."

Now Yu Wen looked baffled: "What’s to envy about her? Always being the center of attention isn’t fun."

Jiang Yanan replied: "Know what a woman’s subtlest brag is?"

’Brag?’ Yu Wen snapped wide awake at that.

Lifting her wrist, she flashed a gaudy gold bracelet that screamed riches.

Ignoring it entirely, Jiang Yanan continued: "Yun Tingting plays badminton daily, flaunting her fit body. Check her glowing cheeks and lustrous dark hair—she looks super healthy and likely skips out on period cramps. Super enviable, right?"

"Qing’e, what’s your take?" Jiang Yanan turned to her friend for backup.

Lately quieter, Shen Qing’e agreed: "Yeah, it really is."

Though she favored the gold bracelet, Yu Wen conceded it was truly something to envy.

After mulling it over, Yu Wen questioned: "So, know what a guy’s quietest brag is?"

She geared up to rattle off the class monitor’s endless perks!

Before Jiang Yanan could respond, Chen Siyu lifted her chin boldly and declared:

"Making a quiet girl talk!"

Silence blanketed the area, with multiple stares fixed on her.

Bai Yuxia cringed at sitting next to her.

Luckily, class monitor Xin Youling at the front cleared her throat, calling for hush.

Huang Yuzhu shouldered a jug of purified water, slipping in through the classroom’s rear entrance, Tang Jing trailing as if assisting.

Xue Yuantong picked up a sly move—she avoided the jug but acted helpful anyway; pretty smart.

Jiang Ning saw right through it and chided: "Don’t swap good habits for bad ones."

Lounging at the podium, Xin Youling caught the moment, her eyes lifting sharply, those soft eye bags now edged with keenness.

"Next time, manage your water-carrying schedule better to return before class starts. Else, the teacher gets annoyed, and class might get pushed back."

"Nobody wants extra class time, right?"

Xin Youling’s logic held firm, and Huang Yuzhu vowed no repeats.

Tang Jing squirmed though. Eyes darting, she deflected: "Yang Sheng told me to swap the water; I couldn’t refuse!"

Xin Youling grinned abruptly, her eye bags curving like twin crescents, teasing Yang Sheng nearby:

"Yang Sheng, you’re incredible. Everyone’s treating you like the class monitor now."

No fool, Yang Sheng grasped their game.

’Intriguing.’

Firmly on her own team, Yang Sheng refused Tang Jing’s ploy, quipping instead:

"Class monitor, Tang Jing’s got skills, sticking to the proper order."

Witnessing Yang Sheng’s comeback, Tang Jing inwardly deflated, bummed she failed to spark a clash between Yang Sheng and the monitor. That could’ve ousted Yang Sheng’s authority and wiped her debts.

The silent confrontation faded away unnoticed.

Chen Siyu alone giggled like a fool: "Haha, you guys are so fun to listen to!"

From the podium, Xin Youling shifted her eyes away. Following the prior test, she understood that Yang Sheng currently held no desire to grab control.

She set aside her thoughts of quelling the rivals for the moment, fully confident that strong performance would make any schemers disappear like smoke!

Chen Siyu kept on her foolish laughter. Bai Yuxia shot her a look, feeling both exasperated and slightly jealous; such carefree simplicity bloomed only in unique family settings... or perhaps it stemmed purely from her straightforward mind.

Sensing Bai Yuxia’s complicated stare, Chen Siyu grew cautious: "What’re you staring at?"

Bai Yuxia replied: "Admiring a genius with an IQ above 140."

Chen Siyu beamed with delight.

Just then, the homeroom teacher Dan Qingrong showed up at the classroom’s front entrance, and the students instantly fell silent.

Song Sheng, never quick with words, muttered: "Time to switch seats?"

Dan Qingrong eyed him: "I get you’re eager, but hold your horses."

Song Sheng nearly cursed inwardly; every passing moment tormented him!

Dan Qingrong glanced outside: "Please come in."

A girl standing 1.7 meters tall, with pale yellowish skin and striking blue eyes, stepped into the room.

She scanned her new classmates curiously, while they sized her up in return.

Cao Kun remarked: "A transfer student from Africa? She’s even fairer than Yuzhu."

Tang Jing thought: ’Damn!’

"She’s stunning, with such elegant bone structure." Cao Kun elbowed Guo Kunnan: "You smitten yet?"

Guo Kunnan stared at the blue-eyed girl, her gaze like a serene lake fixed on him, sending a jolt through his heart as his Dao Heart started to whirl... "No, I’ve got a girlfriend."

Guo Kunnan forced out the refusal.

Tang Jing sneered: "As if she’d give you the time of day?"

In the classroom’s northeast corner, Meng Gui mused: "What if she passes by, spots me watching a video, and falls head over heels, vowing a bright future together?"

Ma Shicheng scowled: "If you can talk, shut it."

The foreign student on stage spoke in halting Chinese: "Hello everyone, I’m Huang Xingyue, 17 years old, from..."

"A puny nation no one’s heard of..." Yu Wen snorted.

In that spot, Cui Yu pondered: "I think I recall some news; not sure if I’m right, but the UN warned that country once."

Meng Gui shot back: "You’re wrong for sure; what clout does the UN even have?"

Cui Yu: "Yeah, good point."

Wang Longlong noticed their casual dismissal and clarified: "You all have a blind spot. As a Permanent Five member, we dismiss the UN, but to tiny nations, it’s a colossal force."

Cui Yu mulled it over: "Makes sense."

Once Huang Xingyue finished her self-introduction, the class applauded warmly. Shan Qingrong assigned her a seat behind Ma Shicheng and Wang Longlong, paired at a desk with Gong Jin.

With arrangements done, Shan Qingrong addressed the group: "Due to certain students’ responses, we must re-elect the class officers for this term."

Xin Youling froze briefly; she hadn’t heard about re-elections?

She swiftly hid her surprise, knowing for her it was merely repeating the formality.

Shan Qingrong continued: "I’ll call out each officer’s name. Anyone wishing to compete, step forward; otherwise, we proceed. Got it?"

"Study Committee Member, Dong Qingfeng."

"Any challengers?"

Silence, so they advanced to Arts Committee Member, still Shen Qing’e, then Life Committee Member Hu Jun.

At Sports Committee Member, a mix-up occurred: "Sports Committee Member, Liu Chuandao."

Liu Chuandao lifted his hand: "Teacher, I’m not the Sports Committee Member anymore!"

Shan Qingrong blinked: "How come?"

Wu Xiaoqi grinned: "He skipped class, got booted by the gym teacher, and I took over as Sports Committee Member!"

Shan Qingrong nodded: "Fine, so Sports Committee Member is now..."

Wu Xiaoqi: "Not me; I ditched class after and got fired too."

Duan Shigang piped up confidently: "That’s me; I stepped in as Sports Committee Member later!"

Shan Qingrong: "Okay, Sports Committee Member..."

Xin Youling interjected: "Then the gym teacher found Duan Shigang too showy and sluggish with roll call, so he got dismissed as well."

Shan Qingrong felt completely puzzled: "Does this gym teacher have so many problems?"

He had reached his limit: "Simply tell me who the final Sports Committee Member will be?"

Xin Youling replied: "Right now, there's no Sports Committee Member. Teacher Gu Wei mentioned he doesn't require an assistant."

Shan Qingrong was left speechless.

He proceeded to declare: "The last role is class president, unless no one..."

Xin Youling positioned herself on the podium, gazing down at every student. Be it crushing rivals or securing class achievements, she shone in all areas. Nobody in the class stood a chance against her!

Yu Wen shot her hand up high: "Me, Mr. Shan, I want to run for class president!"

The moment those words landed, chaos exploded in the room.

Cui Yu banged the desk, roaring with laughter loaded with mockery: "You're going for class president?"

Tang Jing nearly exploded into laughter. She had just stirred trouble over fetching water, facing foes like Xin Youling and Yang Sheng—elite stars from Class 8—and now you, Yu Wen, dare to vie for class president?

"What's the point of going up there? Just to humiliate yourself?"

"Hah, it'll be a spectacular humiliation!"

Sneers, mockery, and all sorts of jabs stabbed into Yu Wen's ears, yet she stayed utterly quiet.

Shan Qingrong gave a nod: "Step up and deliver your campaign speech."

Yu Wen moved past Huang Zhongfei, strode down the aisle, climbed onto the podium, and confronted the crowd:

"I want to become class president—vote for me!"

Once done, Yu Wen stood silently to the side.

Xin Youling thought: 'That's all?'

"Any more candidates?" Shan Qingrong inquired.

Silence met his question.

Now came Xin Youling's chance for her campaign speech. She beamed, her smiling eyes highlighting her charm:

"Hello, everyone. I'm Xin Youling. As class president so far, I arranged the New Year's show lineup, which made Class 8 renowned across the school—thanks to everyone's support, naturally. Inside the class, I..."

Gong Jin eyed the elegant form on stage and offered rare approval: "Impressive, elegant and to the point, feels great."

Wang Longlong, on the other hand, fixed his gaze on her, deep in reverie.

Xin Youling wrapped up her speech swiftly. She shot a look at Yu Wen nearby and smirked:

'Yu Wen, what makes you think you can rival me?'

Homeroom teacher Shan Qingrong declared: "Now, we'll proceed to anonymous voting. One vote per person, and the one with over half the votes takes it."

Restless Song Sheng blurted out: "Why not just raise hands? No real competition here!"

Chen Qian pushed up his glasses: "I've got studying to do."

With the third class voice chiming in, Shan Qingrong glanced between Xin Youling and Yu Wen.

Xin Youling stayed composed: "I don't mind."

This voting style let her crush Yu Wen outright and warn any future rivals about defying the class president!

Shan Qingrong wasted no time: "Fine, show of hands it is."

Shan Qingrong fixed his eyes on Yu Wen and announced: "Hands up for those supporting Yu Wen as class president."

Xin Youling mused: 'Show me your backers.'

Instantly, hands shot up one by one—Gong Jin, Lu Qiqi, Jiang Yanan, Zhang Chi, Chai Wei, Miao Zhe... Soon, a wave of uplifted arms swept through like raging flames, consuming everything.

Yu Wen fell abruptly silent.

She beheld the formerly arrogant Xin Youling, face drained of color; the stunned expression on the homeroom teacher; the sea of supporters.

She beheld her former self.

Pearls gushing from her nose, milk tea streaming down her cheeks, piggy shrieks from her raw throat, a clumsy tumble on the awards platform...

Over and over, memory after memory.

Pea Shooter, the eternal class jester.

Those tags clung to her, unshakeable.

Just one soul ever said to her, 'You deserve it all.'

At last, she locked eyes with Huang Zhongfei's striking features, her spirit ensnared.

A shocked cry rang out in the room: "Yu Wen actually won?"

Dan Kaiquan's voice it was.

'Yes, victory is mine.'

'I'm no jester—I'm Class 8's class president!'