Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1789 - 984: Warning Delivered in Person

Evening self-study commenced with the ringing of the bell.

Under the reluctant gazes of the onlookers, Yun Tingting departed the court, her badminton racket in hand.

From the upper floor, what sounded like sighs could be heard, and subsequently, all the boys who had been huddled together like sparrows on a wire dispersed.

Whenever this scenario unfolded, the boys of Class 3, Grade 11, couldn't help but puff out their chests with pride.

Despite the barrage of beastly gazes directed at Yun Tingting, she would invariably return to the classroom in the evening; at least during this specific period, Yun Tingting genuinely belonged to them.

At this very thought, the boys of Class 3 experienced a peculiar sense of gratification.

Yun Tingting had worked up a considerable sweat; heat radiated from her entire body, the fair plumpness of her chest glistening as beads of perspiration raced down its curves.

It was commonly known that cooled sweat could easily lead to catching a chill, so she retrieved a salmon-pink jacket from her desk and draped it over herself, concealing the alluring physique faintly visible through her damp clothing.

Noticing the attention from the boys, Yun Tingting let out a demure laugh: "I'm all sweaty, I worry I might stink you all up."

Instantly, one boy loudly and dramatically sniffed the air, exclaiming, "Fragrant, it smells wonderful!"

Another chimed in, as if intoxicated: "What's stinky about it? It's always smelled like this."

"The original, authentic scent!"

It was as if Yun Tingting had cast a spell upon them, their rational minds vanishing, transforming them into devoted followers of their queen.

The other female students observing this scene harbored a complex mixture of emotions: envy, jealousy, and disdain.

Yun Tingting reveled in the compliments, paused for a few moments, then drawled, "Aww, but I really feel like I stink!"

A girl who was close to her remarked, "Look at Pei Yujing, she helps out at a barbecue place daily and she doesn't stink at all—Tingting, how could you possibly stink?"

On any other day, Pei Yujing would undoubtedly have been drawn into the ensuing banter.

Though she never truly seemed to mind...

Class monitor Chen Shuaishuai had been planning to passively enjoy the unfolding drama when he suddenly recalled the looming threat of that citywide Number One.

He jolted.

Furthermore, since Chen Shuaishuai had failed to win over the affections of the coveted Yun Tingting and had instead been thoroughly toyed with by her, a sense of resentment brewed within him: "Pei Yujing only smells faintly of spices; do you truly believe you're worthy of comparison to her?"

Yun Tingting's expression faltered; she opened her mouth, preparing a retort.

Chen Shuaishuai immediately interjected: "Alright, class is about to begin, no more chatter!"

A boy grumbled in protest, clearly displeased: "Class hasn't actually started yet, has it?"

Chen Shuaishuai sneered: "You won't accomplish much in life!"

Yun Tingting glanced at Chen Shuaishuai, her eyes filled with contempt.

In a typical class setting, Yun Tingting's capabilities would have easily earned her the position of class monitor; however, this Chen Shuaishuai was excessively servile, frequenting the office daily to seek favor, even ordering classmates to fetch water for the teachers—though he'd only have it taken to the front of the teaching building before carrying it into the office himself.

Thus, unseating him was simply impossible!

The classroom grew silent; all students commenced their studies, adopting the demeanor of those in an experimental class.

Pei Yujing gripped her fountain pen, her writing focused, her expression still cool; despite not seeing Jiang Ning frequently, his influence permeated her surroundings.

She genuinely didn't know how she could ever repay him.

Just as her thoughts began to wander, a few individuals appeared at the doorway of Class 3.

Zhao Xiaofeng, clad entirely in Adidas attire, announced for all to hear, "I'm looking for someone."

Chen Shuaishuai, wearing a displeased look, stated, "Whatever it is, discuss it after class."

Deng Xiang pushed Zhao Xiaofeng aside and stepped forward; his entire demeanor exuded a return to the bold swagger he possessed in freshman year when he confronted Class 8.

"Are you sure you want to stand in the way?" With those words alone, his gaze fixed upon Chen Shuaishuai, radiating palpable hostility.

Chen Shuaishuai felt an involuntary pang of apprehension; Deng Xiang and his associates were not to be trifled with. As early as Grade 10, they had already established a reputation for causing trouble—rumor had it that someone had angered him and was subsequently taken off-campus and cornered; the exact details remained unknown.

Moreover, recent whispers suggested that Deng Xiang had engaged in some significant activities to generate income.

Zhao Xiaofeng offered him a way out: "We only need a moment to speak, we won't cause any significant delay."

Chen Shuaishuai relented: "Then make it brief."

Deng Xiang strode into Class 3 alongside Ge Hao. He then pulled out his phone, presenting something to a girl, whose face instantly turned ashen and her body began to quiver slightly.

Only after this display did Deng Xiang swagger away with a smirk.

...

Meanwhile, in Class 8.

Zhang Chi was engaged in a conversation with Han Wen Nuan, his voice laced with an unusual gentleness. "Nuannuan, I've heard your academic performance is quite exceptional? Roughly how many points do you anticipate scoring?"

Though Han Wen Nuan came from a modest background, her grades were undeniably stellar. "The teacher has set my sights on Hefei University of Technology," she replied.

Zhang Chi's countenance brightened considerably. Apart from the prestigious Chinese Academy of Sciences, this was indeed the foremost university in all of Hui Province.

After a moment's contemplation, Zhang Chi inquired, "Have you ever heard of training loans?"

The concept was so far ahead of its time that Han Wen Nuan was utterly bewildered. "What do you mean by that?"

Zhang Chi patiently elaborated on his proposal: she would be tasked with tutoring a Grade 10 student in mathematics. However, the student's family lacked the immediate funds for tuition. The agreement stipulated that once the student's grades showed improvement, the tuition fees would be repaid.

Han Wen Nuan posed a crucial question, "What happens if her grades don't improve?"

Zhang Chi's expression darkened ominously. "In that scenario, the repercussions would be more than she could possibly handle."

Han Wen Nuan, ever the pragmatist, stated firmly, "No, that sounds too risky. You'll need to provide me with a deposit first."

Zhang Chi gritted his teeth in a show of reluctant agreement. "You will tutor her for forty minutes every day after school, and I shall compensate you with 10 yuan. This is the absolute highest rate you will receive!"

Han Wen Nuan was ecstatic – 10 yuan daily translated to a substantial 300 yuan monthly!

She readily accepted the offer.

Having finalized the arrangement, Zhang Chi inwardly vowed with fierce determination that he would extract every last cent from that debtor he could!

The acting class monitor, Wang Longlong, maintained a vigilant watch over the entire classroom.

Bai Yuxia was diligently engrossed in her studies.

Tongtong, meanwhile, was lost in a deep slumber.

Only the seemingly foolish Chen Siyu occupied Jiang Ning's usual seat, attempting to absorb his profound wisdom.

Chen Siyu tilted her head, observing, "Former class monitor, you appear quite vexed?"

Xin Youling felt a sharp pang, as if a dagger had pierced her heart at Chen Siyu's words, fueling her anger even further.

Nevertheless, displaying her characteristic magnanimity, she chose to overlook the slight and responded, "A classmate from my middle school just sent me a message. She said she's in a relationship now and they've already shared their first kiss."