Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1785 - 982: The Interceptor

Beneath the glow of streetlights, on the bustling street.

Zhang Chi's thoughtful expression left Duan Shigang and Han Wen Nuan in awe.

"Seriously? That wasn't even your car?" Duan Shigang exclaimed in disbelief.

"How could you even think of asking for compensation?" Han Wen Nuan questioned, incredulous. "Weren't you worried about getting into trouble?"

Zhang Chi remained unfazed, a master of rationalizing his questionable actions. "Why wasn't that driver paying attention? It's fortunate he only hit an electric scooter today. Imagine if it had been a person!"

"Besides..." Zhang Chi subtly gestured towards the electric scooter parked haphazardly on the roadside. "Parking an electric scooter in such a terrible spot? It absolutely deserved a lesson!"

He then casually picked up the scooter and deliberately bent its rearview mirror. "Well, it's late, and the owner probably has no idea his scooter took a tumble."

With his mischief complete, Zhang Chi dusted off his hands and departed.

After walking a considerable distance, Han Wen Nuan, who valued earning money but held onto her principles, voiced her unease. "Isn't this illegal? Is it really okay to do things like this?"

Zhang Chi turned towards the night sky, addressing his frugal companion. "Never let anyone else dictate what you can and cannot do."

He paused, contemplating an example, then added, "Think about Beethoven. They told him he could never become a great musician, but did he listen? No! And he became a legendary composer!"

The words left Zhang Chi's lips, and he felt a surge of self-satisfaction, realizing his unexpected talent for drawing parallels from history to current situations. Perhaps, he mused, he was destined for a life in academia?

Han Wen Nuan tentatively offered, "But Beethoven was deaf..."

Zhang Chi's smile faltered, his amusement evaporating.

The walk back to school seemed to stretch endlessly. Regardless, Zhang Chi felt a sense of accomplishment, having effortlessly pocketed 800 yuan.

Duan Shigang, employing a touch of brotherly camaraderie, posed a rhetorical question. "Chi Zi, if I hadn't invited you to play billiards, would you have stumbled upon this windfall?"

"Eight hundred yuan, don't forget it!" Han Wen Nuan chimed in.

It was true that Zhang Chi relished small gains, but he also had a knack for spending money as quickly as he acquired it!

Catching sight of Han Wen Nuan, a sudden idea sparked, and he gestured expansively. "Tonight, I'll treat you both to something special!"

Five minutes later.

Duan Shigang, spooning his pudding, grumbled, "Seriously? This is what you call treating us?"

Han Wen Nuan also had a sweet treat – an ice cream costing four yuan, a considerable expense for university students in 2015, especially for those still in high school.

She savored it delicately, free from any guilt. Over the years, she had become accustomed to accepting food, drinks, and entertainment without contributing.

Meanwhile, Zhang Chi indulged in a Magnum ice cream, priced at a steep eight yuan. He had just spent a whole one percent of his earnings in a single moment – a truly staggering sum.

Zhang Chi initiated a conversation, "Han Wen Nuan, how do you think I've treated you?"

Han Wen Nuan replied simply, "I'm quite ugly."

Duan Shigang cast a brief glance at her, perceiving her as a delicate, spirited young girl before returning to his pudding.

Zhang Chi countered, "Hey, you don't realize, being ugly can actually be an advantage!"

Han Wen Nuan remained silent.

Zhang Chi continued, "As the saying goes, teaching knows no social barriers. How would you rate my ability to make money?"

After all, he had sold canned goods during evening study sessions and extorted someone that very night, accumulating earnings that far exceeded Han Wen Nuan's living expenses for over two months.

She conceded, "Quite skilled."

Zhang Chi puffed up with pride. "Then, do you believe I have what it takes to be a teacher?"

Han Wen Nuan's honest assessment followed, "Just average."

A flicker of dissatisfaction crossed Zhang Chi's face. He pressed on, attempting to entice her, "Would you be willing to learn my money-making techniques from me?"

Han Wen Nuan immediately stated her condition, "Sure, but just so we're clear, I don't have any money for tuition."

Zhang Chi's expression soured. "Then never mind."

...

Monday morning, during the mid-morning break.

A lively atmosphere erupted in the back rows of the classroom as Wu Xiaoqi initiated a throwing contest. With impressive accuracy, he tossed a Coke can into the trash bin from a distance and prepared to move away.

Duan Shigang, unconvinced by Wu Xiaoqi's show of skill, stood by the back door and flung a bottle of purified water. Unfortunately, it landed near Huang Xingyue's feet.

Still groggy from sleep, Huang Xingyue jolted awake and shrieked, "Grenade!"

She then instinctively dove under her desk for cover.

Her deskmate, Shang Caiwei, watched the scene unfold with a stunned expression.

Ma Shicheng remarked, "Child, you've clearly been through a lot."

Wang Longlong clenched his fist and declared resolutely, "This is China!"

Following Xiao Qi and Gangzi's lead, more students joined the makeshift tossing competition, while Wu Xiaoqi remained to observe.

Wang Longlong, now holding a microphone, enthusiastically announced the commencement of the Nth Tossing Championship.

Xiao Shaoxiong gripped a half-empty can of Coke and tossed it with a sharp "shoo."

Yang Sheng, about to throw a crumpled trash bag, noticed the unfolding events. He quickly assessed the situation, took two steps back, and watched as the can struck a large broom, causing the soda to spray everywhere.

Turning her head, Yang Sheng stated coolly, "Your tossing skill is quite poor; it's best not to attempt any more."

Xiao Shaoxiong initially offered an awkward chuckle, finding the short-haired girl rather captivating with her distinctive aura.

He boasted, "I made a mistake earlier. Normally, I can sink three-pointers with ease."

Wu Xiaoqi chimed in, peeking out, "Do you play basketball?"

With a slight air of superiority, Xiao Shaoxiong glanced at the youngster. "I used to compete in basketball tournaments at our school."

Wu Xiaoqi proposed, "Let's have a match sometime."

Xiao Shaoxiong didn't give it much serious thought. He stepped forward to retrieve the Coke bottle, intending to try his toss again. "I'll definitely get it in this time."

Yang Sheng advised, "Just empty the drink first before you toss it. That way, if it misses, it won't spray everywhere."

Never one to back down in front of attractive girls, Xiao Shaoxiong spoke with conviction. "This time, I guarantee it will go in."

Yang Sheng calmly inquired, "And what if it doesn't?"

Everyone present was amazed, sensing that something was about to unfold.

Nearby, Chen Siyu, who had been observing Yang Sheng, suddenly let out a bright exclamation. She stepped forward, initiating her stealth attack skill!

"Do you dare to bet with me?" Chen Siyu threw down a challenge.

Yang Sheng moved her lips silently, feeling a bit irritated by the interruption to her own plan.

Wang Longlong exclaimed in astonishment, "Wow, is that even possible?"

Cui Yu lamented not having thought of it himself, realizing that a tactic of interception was also an option!