Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1790 - 984: A Warning Visit (Part 2)

Chen Siyu responded with a simple, "Oh."

Xin Youling posed a question, "After two people kiss, if the guy still doesn't want to admit the relationship, what does that mean? How can the girl be unclear about this in her heart?"

Chen Siyu continued to look rather clueless.

Xin Youling then inquired, "Do you know what kind of relationship this is?"

Chen Siyu's reply was, "Close friends and family."

Xin Youling fell into a moment of silence.

As the former class monitor, Xin Youling explained earnestly, "This is a breakthrough in relationships. For example, kissing is a sign of being boyfriend and girlfriend, much like getting a marriage certificate is a sign of becoming a couple, officially licensed and heading towards prosperity together!"

Chen Siyu questioned her, "Isn’t the sign of a marriage certificate more than that?"

Xin Youling asked, "Like what?"

Chen Siyu offered, "Because the police only catch unlicensed driving."

Upon hearing this, Xin Youling was quite perplexed, asking, "What do you mean?"

Only Bai Yuxia, seated in the front row, immediately understood and once again repented for her soul.

After rambling for some time, Chen Siyu finally concluded the conversation with a display of disdain towards Xin Youling.

Xin Youling remained persistent and unyielding, stating, "Just give me a little hint and I’ll definitely know!"

Chen Siyu patted her memory card and asked, "Really?"

Observing Xin Youling, who was brimming with righteousness and optimism, a phrase, 'corrupt female manager,' popped into Chen Siyu's mind.

At this precise moment, a commotion arose from the front entrance.

Zhao Xiaofeng and Deng Xiang arrived at the doorway, drawing the attention of all the students in Class 8 towards them.

Deng Xiang scanned the classroom, and upon not spotting Jiang Ning, the tension in his muscles strangely eased slightly.

Then, he declared in a deep voice, "I’m looking for someone to say a few words."

As the class monitor, Wang Longlong instructed, "Please leave."

Deng Xiang turned his gaze to Wang Longlong and stated coldly, "I might drop out anytime. I’m just looking for someone now."

His words carried an unmistakable threat.

Holding a blackboard eraser, Wang Longlong slammed it on his desk and shouted, "You’ve got some nerve! Do you know what you’re doing right now?"

"The trouble you caused outside of school, do you think I don't know? You're arrogant enough to act up within Fourth Middle School? Our school is now a key high school in the city, do you realize what that means? You actually dare to cause trouble!"

Deng Xiang looked at Wang Longlong, feeling a sense of bewilderment. He recalled how, back in their first year, when he used to dominate Class 8, this small figure was utterly insignificant before him.

And now, he dared to speak to him so rudely.

"Really getting worse and worse..." Deng Xiang stared at Wang Longlong, and the situation reached a stalemate.

At this critical juncture, Zhao Xiaofeng stepped forward.

He produced two red banknotes, saying, "Brother Long, we’re just looking for someone to say a few words."

When money speaks, all truths fall silent.

Wang Longlong accepted the banknotes with a polite tone, responding, "Alright, no problem!"

Deng Xiang strode past the podium and confronted Zhang Chi, issuing a threat: "There are some things you can’t handle. Don’t do them again, or you won’t bear the consequences."

Zhang Chi nonchalantly cleaned his ear, replying, "None of your business."

Deng Xiang retorted, "You keep trying?"

Leaving those words hanging in the air, Deng Xiang turned and departed, and Class 8 gradually returned to its usual calm.

Zhang Chi's expression grew somber. Anyone whose burgeoning endeavors were immediately met with threats would not feel good.

He questioned Wang Longlong, "Who let you bring him in? What's going on? Are you still the class monitor?"

Wang Longlong pulled 20 yuan from his pocket.

Zhang Chi quickly hurried over, planting a kiss on the banknote and exclaiming, "You’re the best class monitor in the world!"

Wang Longlong waved the two hundred-yuan bills, announcing, "The remaining 180 will go into the class fund for buying sports meet supplies!"

A wave of happiness surged through everyone.

Yin Yu, observing the individuals who had just disappeared from the doorway, inquired with innocent curiosity, "Who were they, barging into our class?"

Jiang Yanan, an ordinary student, still harbored a slight fear of student troublemakers, remarking, "People you shouldn't provoke."

She briefly recounted some of the deeds attributed to Deng Xiang and his companions.

Yin Yu smiled, saying, "Oh, that sounds quite interesting."

Shen Qing'e was taken aback, surprise flashing in her eyes: 'Interesting?'

Yin Yu's eyebrows arched slightly, as if she had just discovered something entertaining. Among the newcomers from just moments before, she could instantly discern who the central figure was.

'Money? I have some too.'

...

Office.

Gao Heshuai was meticulously watering his flowers. Despite possessing a dark, sturdy physique and a generally irritable demeanor, it did not detract from his identity as an otaku. The two-dimensional world offered such boundless inclusivity.

After tending to the beautiful flowers, Gao Heshuai even posed a question to the other teachers, "How are these few pots of flowers that I'm tending?"

Mrs. Zhou possessed a talent for pleasantries: "Oh, it’s quite lovely, much better than the last one I received. I didn’t expect you, Xiao Gao, to be so incredibly meticulous."

Gao Heshuai’s smile widened significantly.

The intern, Teacher Xiao Tao, chimed in, "It truly is quite beautiful."

Gao Heshuai's smile grew even brighter, and he then directed his gaze towards Guo Ran.

Guo Ran, who had been engrossed in his phone, gave a thumbs-up gesture. "It's like walking into a botanical garden!"

While intended as a compliment, Gao Heshuai couldn't shake a peculiar feeling upon hearing that remark.

"So, which particular pot do you think would be most suitable for Teacher An?" he inquired, seeking advice.

Mrs. Zhou offered, "The specific pot hardly matters; it's the sentiment behind the gesture that truly counts."

Xiao Tao suggested, "Go with the pink one; I'm certain she'll appreciate it."

"And what are your thoughts, Mr. Guo?"

Guo Ran, however, shook his head. "Don't give her any. What if it withers?"

Gao Heshuai appeared taken aback. "I can certainly water it," he replied.

Guo Ran countered, "But can you protect it from the other teachers who might try to poison it?"

Gao Heshuai fell into a contemplative silence.

Considering that Teacher An now had quite a few admirers, a careful reflection suggested such a possibility was indeed plausible. If the flowers were to perish, it might unfortunately lead Teacher An to adopt some rather superstitious notions!

Mrs. Zhou cast a glance at Guo Ran, beginning to grasp why, despite his own striking appearance, he seemed to attract fewer suitors.

Her gaze then shifted to Jiang Ning, who was calmly sipping tea, and she couldn't help but find it odd that only in the presence of this particular student did Mr. Guo exhibit such uncharacteristic gentleness and patience.

...

Following the dismissal of evening self-study.

Liang Sheng, from class 9, clutching the one hundred yuan note he had borrowed from Zhang Chi, made his way with haste to a phone repair shop situated just outside the school grounds. The moment he entered, he perceived a rather unusual atmosphere.

Several young men were present, some standing, others seated, their collective gazes fixed intently upon him.

Having endured years of bullying, Liang Sheng felt an immediate prickle of unease, instinctively recoiling.

Just then, a young man stepped to block his path, demanding, "Where do you think you're going?"

Deng Xiang narrowed his eyes. "Haozi, let's not resort to physical force just yet."

Liang Sheng trembled. "I haven't provoked any of you, have I?"

Deng Xiang sauntered over, reached into Liang Sheng's pockets, and produced a phone with a cracked screen along with the hundred-yuan bill.

"You borrowed this from Zhang Chi, didn't you?" Deng Xiang inquired.

"Yes, yes, that's right."

Deng Xiang suddenly let out a laugh and reached out to tap Liang Sheng's forehead, eliciting a hollow "thunk thunk" sound.

"If you were in need of funds, you should have simply come to us," he said.

The proprietor of the phone repair shop also wore a smirk of amusement.

Liang Sheng pleaded pitifully, "I promise I won't borrow from anyone anymore, is that acceptable?"

Deng Xiang replied, "Hmm, just remember this: from this moment forward, do not borrow from Zhang Chi."

He then delivered a few more slaps to Liang Sheng before forcefully expelling him from the repair shop.

The shop's atmosphere quickly returned to one of lighthearted joviality.

The owner of the phone repair shop withdrew a memory card, his expression entirely composed. "There’s a young lady at the Economic and Technical Institute who still owes me two thousand three hundred yuan. Inside this card are some photographs and videos of her. Could you perhaps assist me by confronting her directly?"

Deng Xiang accepted the memory card, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Appreciate it, brother. This is precisely our specialty."

...

Outside the school, along the bustling snack street.

Zhang Chi, Duan Shigang, and Liu Chuandao were out for a leisurely stroll.

As fate would have it, they encountered the hastily walking Liang Sheng.

Zhang Chi waved him over, calling out, "Liang Sheng, what's going on with you?"

Liang Sheng approached them and responded, "I'm quite alright."

"You managed to get your phone fixed that quickly? The shop is closed, though," Zhang Chi observed with genuine concern, his face etched with a kindly expression.

"I'm planning to get it repaired tomorrow," Liang Sheng replied, sounding somewhat awkward.

Duan Shigang, being the more perceptive of the group, noticed a distinct footprint on Liang Sheng's clothing. "Were you roughed up?"

Zhang Chi's attention was drawn to it as well, and his expression immediately turned to anger. "Damn it, the money you borrowed isn't gone, is it?!"

And indeed, the money had vanished.

Zhang Chi became agitated. "Damn it, lead the way! I want to see who dared to do this!"

Liang Sheng found himself unable to refuse, compelled by the trio to return to the phone repair shop.

The phone repair shop was situated in a rather inconspicuous location, down a narrow alleyway in the heart of the city. It was there that Zhang Chi and Deng Xiang came face to face.

Deng Xiang, who had been exchanging banter with his companions, abruptly halted, his face a mask of surprise. "Whoa, Liang Sheng, you actually brought people here to confront me? Are you seeking death?"

Liang Sheng took a couple of steps backward. "It wasn't me."