Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1777 - 978: The Inflated One (Part 2)

Upon hearing that, Lu Qiqi let out a silent laugh.

With a casual flourish of the Gold Ring adorning her finger and the gold bracelet on her wrist, she queried, "Is that so? Then he must have showered you with countless gifts, right?"

Despite Zhang Zhaodi's slightly cunning nature, she instinctively drew her hand back, unwilling to reveal the silver ring on it.

Lu Qiqi then inquired, "Is he really tall?"

"One seventy-four," came the reply.

Lu Qiqi, with dramatic flair, exclaimed, "Good heavens, girl, are you engaging in poverty alleviation?"

At that very moment, Xiao Shaoxiong, who stood precisely 174 cm tall, felt a direct insult. Lu Qiqi's tone instantly ignited his anger.

Much like many men experiencing a harsh dose of reality for the first time, he was provoked on the spot.

He snapped back, "What's wrong with 174? Zhang Zhaodi is 167. Doesn't 174 pair beautifully with that?"

Lu Qiqi nonchalantly filed her nails, retorting, "174 is rather short, wouldn't you agree? And visually speaking, men tend to appear shorter than women."

Xiao Shaoxiong challenged, "How tall are you?"

"One sixty-five," Lu Qiqi replied.

Xiao Shaoxiong let out a cold, sneering laugh. "You're not even as tall as my dog when it stands on its hind legs!"

Undeterred, Lu Qiqi covered her mouth, feigning amusement. "Then perhaps you should date your dog, shouldn't you?"

Xiao Shaoxiong seethed with frustration, momentarily rendered speechless, unable to conjure a witty retort.

Observing him, Lu Qiqi casually commented, "I just admire how confidently average you are."

Xiao Shaoxiong was so incensed he felt the urge to lash out physically.

Lu Qiqi continued her barrage towards Zhang Zhaodi, "He barely spends any money on you, does he?"

...

Within the confines of the classroom.

Jiang Yanan pressed on, "Why aren't you guys sitting together?"

As she spoke, her gaze diagonally swept towards Jianxi, who was adjusting her glasses.

Across the perceived 'river' of desks in another row, Cui Yu was initiating his peculiar brand of harassment.

Yin Yu, with a gentle expression, offered, "I'm not quite sure myself. Perhaps she's not yet familiar with us."

"Shall I invite her over?" Yin Yu turned, her voice warm, "Jianxi, would you like to come sit with me?"

Jianxi cast a glance at Yin Yu's face, detecting a sliver of coldness in her eyes. She replied softly, "There's no need. I'll sit by myself."

Cui Yu raised his eyebrows, brimming with an almost aggressive energy. "Yo, English girl, feeling lonely, empty, and cold? Why not squeeze between us bros? Guaranteed to be blazing hot!"

Even Yin Yu rarely encountered someone of such crude disposition.

Guo Kunnan, aware of Cui Yu and Meng Gui's penchant for viewing adult films, remarked internally, 'That shit is indeed blazing hot.'

Guo Kunnan, opting for the role of the 'good guy', declared, "Yin Yu, don't you dare believe a word he says!"

Yin Yu looked at Cui Yu with feigned surprise. "Oh? Are you truly offering?"

Cui Yu thumped the stool beside him. "Why the hell not?"

"However," Yin Yu added, a subtle warning in her tone, "someone in my family works at the court, you know."

The mention of her family connection caused Cui Yu to immediately retreat, looking awkward. "Hahaha, just joking, just joking!"

...

Following the conclusion of the class, Gong Jin, having just

A sideways glance from Chen Qian landed on her. "You were born with wings—what's with crawling on your belly?"

Then, he retreated back into his own world.

Chen Siyu's mind didn't quite follow the usual circuits. The instant the word "wings" was uttered, her eyes lit up, and she declared impulsively, "Jiang Ning, Yuxia, I've been practicing dance recently, and it feels like I've sprouted a pair of wings!"

As she spoke, Chen Siyu executed a brief dance sequence in the open area between the podium and the main entrance.

Though perhaps not the most coordinated, she had rehearsed numerous routines with Bai Yuxia and had observed many performances. She lacked alluring curves, but her physique was remarkably flexible.

The girl's dance was fluid and elegant, and her bold display radiated a vibrant, youthful energy.

Han Wen Nuan, slender and with sparkling eyes, offered unreserved praise: "Your street dance is impressive, far better than what we saw at our school gala."

Chen Siyu beamed, replying, "Thank you for the compliment, but that was actually classical dance."

Han Wen Nuan: "..."

Bai Yuxia chimed in, "Not bad at all. It's no wonder Ai Man recruited you for the dance troupe."

Han Wen Nuan expressed surprise: "Your school has a dance troupe?"

Chen Siyu confirmed, "Yes, the dance studio is quite beautiful, and the school just approved a budget for new props! Have you heard about the sports meet next month? I'll be performing then!"

Coming from a township middle school, Han Wen Nuan had never encountered such a situation and could only offer a wistful sigh, "That sounds wonderful."

"It's a shame I don't have any special skills."

Chen Siyu responded, "You can learn one."

Han Wen Nuan humbly sought guidance: "I don't have much time, as I still need to work part-time jobs. Do you have any recommendations for skills that are easy to learn, require no money, and don't take up much time?"

After a moment's thought, Chen Siyu replied, "Mastering the art of tactical retreat."

Han Wen Nuan's response was a questioning: "?"

...

The second period of evening self-study commenced.

Wang Longlong confidently strode to the podium. As Yu Wen increasingly delegated responsibilities, Class 8 was gradually becoming a space where Wang Longlong's presence overshadowed Yu Wen's.

Wang Longlong cleared his throat twice. "I have an announcement!"

The classroom remained somewhat boisterous, punctuated by laughter and shouts. To Wang Longlong, however, it was merely noise.

If this were his former self, he would have simply tolerated it.

Reflecting, however, he realized he was no longer the same. He now wielded two forms of authority: one derived from Yu Wen, and the other... also stemming from Yu Wen.

Wang Longlong's demeanor finally hardened as he openly addressed individuals: "Lu Qiqi, remove your headphones. Wang Yan Yan, cease your conversation. Liu Chuandao, put your legs down. Cui Yu, release that girl!"

Tang Jing scoffed, "Tch, Wang Longlong, must you adopt such a condescending tone when you speak?"

Wang Longlong retorted sharply, "Silence! Do you even realize who the class monitor is?"

Tang Jing answered, "Yu Wen, of course!"

Yu Wen, preoccupied with pursuing Huang Zhongfei, managed to interject, "Wang Longlong is acting on my behalf."

Wang Longlong seized upon this, stating, "Did you hear that? If you're unconvinced, you can confront Team Leader Yu directly in front of the homeroom teacher!"

Tang Jing relented. As an ordinary student, she ultimately couldn't challenge the formidable class monitor.

The class gradually subsided into a quieter state.

Zhong Huai, a new student, mused internally, "The power dynamics within this class are rather peculiar."

Chen Siyu turned around and inquired softly, "Why is it that once people gain power, they seem to stop listening to anyone else?"

She recalled that Wang Longlong used to be quite mild-mannered in class, the honest and amiable sort.

Bai Yuxia offered, "Perhaps it's because as power increases, one's ego inflates in proportion..."

Tongtong, newly self-aware, added her perspective: "Honestly, people rarely listen to others to begin with. Gaining power simply means they become too lazy to maintain the pretense."

"Huh?" Bai Yuxia appeared momentarily taken aback.

From the podium, Wang Longlong could overhear their hushed conversation.

He thought to himself, "Are you all slandering me right to my face now?"

Nevertheless, he dismissed it. It was their association with Xue Yuantong that mattered. All he could do was let out a silent sigh.