Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1795 - 988: I Am Here to Bear Witness

Before the morning's third period.

Dong Qingfeng came back to Class 8, cutting the Black Plum and passing it to Jiang Ning.

"What is this?" Jiang Ning inquired.

Dong Qingfeng's expression shifted, "Mr. Guo gave it to you."

"Thank you for the errand." Jiang Ning expressed his gratitude.

Always maintaining his pride, Dong Qingfeng's face was somewhat stiff at that moment, and he numbly returned to his seat.

The warning bell rang.

Wu Xiaoqi's music blared from his pants pocket, and he dribbled a basketball along to the beat as he entered the classroom, kicking up dust on the floor. He embodied an unyielding basketball player with an unbeatable style.

Zhang Yifei, who was eating steamed dumplings, immediately cursed, "Wu Xiaoqi, has water gotten into your brain?"

Wu Xiaoqi was not intimidated by her at all; instead, he dribbled the basketball to her side, intentionally provoking her.

Zhang Yifei, furious, launched an aggressive bull-like attack, but Wu Xiaoqi sprang back a leg like a monkey, easily dodging.

The rhythm of his jumping harmonized with the basketball, his eyes flashing with provocation: "I'm improving, what about you?"

He had been training hard in basketball day and night; his skills had already reached a high level!

Zhang Yifei angrily shouted, "Jiaojiao!"

Pang Jiao slowly turned her massive body, her giant eyes locking onto Wu Xiaoqi.

Wu Xiaoqi immediately felt chills run down his spine, his back cooling, suddenly appearing like a naive child in front of her.

Wu Xiaoqi awkwardly smiled, "You see, you're getting anxious again!"

He quickly put away the basketball.

His deskmate, Duan Shigang, took out a chessboard, inviting, "Xiao Qi, a game of chess?"

Wu Xiaoqi, holding the basketball, declined, "Sorry, I need to study!"

After speaking, he took out his phone and started watching an NBA game.

Duan Shigang was left speechless; he turned around and asked Huang Zhongfei, "Old Huang, a game of chess?"

Yu Wen was annoyed, "Can you stop talking to the class monitor?"

Huang Zhongfei did not refuse; he had a good temperament, "Class is about to start, it's not very convenient, but we can play after class."

Duan Shigang didn't mind, "Hey, what's the difference between biology class and recess?"

He continued looking for other classmates to play chess with, but the decent student Cao Kun refused, leaving Duan Shigang no choice but to join Hu Jun and their 'Rust War' darkened gaming session.

As for Cui Yu and Meng Gui, they had already found resources and were ready to watch films.

They selected the 'pretty teacher' type, pairing it with the noble and beautiful Teacher An Chan; it was simply double the happiness, ultimate joy; Cui Yu couldn't wait!

Zhao Qianqian took out his makeup tools, dressing himself up in a pretty boy-girl style.

When Teacher An Chan stepped into Class 8, the scene that greeted her made her delicate face harden.

Before she came to Class 8, she had already decided that if chaos ensued again, she would not be courteous!

Yet, before An Chan could even get angry.

Cui Yu stood up to 'scold' others, "Please, can you show some respect to Teacher An! Do you understand honoring the teacher and respecting them!"

Meng Gui chimed in, "Exactly, haven't you seen Teacher An getting angry?"

The two sang in harmony, leaving Teacher An Chan speechless.

She picked up the textbook, "Class time!"

Teacher An's teaching skills were commendable, managing to deliver despite the pressure.

As the talking noise in the back was loud, Teacher An could only suppress it with an even louder voice; it was as if both sides were competing, the volume climbing steadily, and when the mountainous woman warrior spoke.

Teacher An felt like a little leaf tossed by the waves.

Teacher An's face turned red with frustration, "Can you all stop talking!"

Liu Chuandao, with his shoehorn face, laughed with delight, "Haha, she's angry, seeing a woman angry always makes me want to laugh."

"Liu Chuandao, stand at the back!" Teacher An ordered.

Liu Chuandao looked at the brothers by the back blackboard, then at the slightly angry Teacher An; the angry beauty was truly beautiful, and he had a peculiar sense of enjoyment.

After one class, An Chan was hoarse.

She returned to the office, leaning on her chair, her eyes vacant, feeling physically drained.

The literary teacher, very refined, tried to strike up a conversation, "Teacher An, is your Mandarin at a Level 1A? I feel it’s particularly standard; listening to you is like listening to poetry."

An Chan ignored him.

The literary teacher was slightly embarrassed.

Gao Heshuai was gloating on the sidelines.

Mrs. Zhou gave Gao Heshuai a look and pointed to the cup in front of him. As a colleague in the same office, she thought Gao Heshuai was quite steady, so she was willing to offer some pointers.

After all, regardless of age, courting a girl inevitably requires being good.

Gao Heshuai immediately understood, grabbing a disposable cup to quickly fill it with hot water before offering it.

"Teacher An, please have some water to soothe your throat."

An Chan replied, "Thank you."

The literature teacher felt a pang of jealousy, unable to believe he had been surpassed by the dark and sturdy Gao Heshuai!

An Chan accepted the cup, taking a small sip before immediately spitting it out. She covered her mouth, gasping in pain from the burn.

Mrs. Zhou took the cup, feeling its surface temperature, and let out a sigh.

Gao Heshuai appeared puzzled. "Is it very hot? This is usually the temperature I drink it at."

An Chan, being a mere twenty-two or twenty-three-year-old girl, felt wronged and on the verge of tears.

Guo Ran was busy organizing her textbooks. "Teacher An, after this class, let's head to the cafeteria together for a meal."

An Chan looked at the carefree Guo Ran, a sense of bewilderment washing over her. "Mr. Guo, is teaching Class 8 truly that effortless?"

During the previous class break, she and Mr. Guo had evidently differed in their views regarding the caliber of students in Class 8.

Guo Ran pondered for a moment before suggesting, "Since you're skeptical, why don't you sit in the back and observe this class?"

An Chan found it hard to believe; she couldn't fathom Class 8 being so well-behaved, nor could she accept that Mr. Guo's classroom management skills would vastly surpass her own!

This was the unshakeable pride of an outstanding graduate from East China Normal University!

An Chan readily accepted his offer. "Certainly."

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Meanwhile, at the same moment, Zhang Chi was in the back, applying the bruise ointment that Duan Shigang had provided him to treat the swelling on his face.