Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation

Jiang Ning naturally noticed Bai Yuxia's gaze, but what did it matter to him?

He quietly enjoyed watching his classmates fight.

The window beside Jiang Ning connected to the spacious campus, the bright lights in the classroom formed a stark contrast with the dimly lit campus outside, where only scattered street lamps shone.

Pang Jiao and Miao Zhe fought fiercely, their momentum immense, like two giant prairie dogs, standing on their hind legs with claws rapidly grappling in combat.

From their seats to the aisle, and then they tumbled all the way to the back of the classroom on vacant ground, as if they were two martial arts masters, moving and turning swiftly.

This sudden chaos was an eye-opener for the classmates.

This situation was really messy, and no one wanted to step forward; the two clawed wildly as if they were mad, and anyone who intervened would get scratched.

Huang Zhongfei felt exhausted, not recalling how many times this had happened before—never, not even once, had the students listened to his persuasions!

Being class president was too hard!

Geng Lu covered her mouth, her eyes wide, watching the intense fight.

Ma Shicheng stood up, his back against the seat, and declared without a doubt,

"I bet a bottle of Coke that Pang Jiao will win."

Guo Kunnan, sitting next to him, had a different opinion. Although Pang Jiao currently had the advantage because of her weight, she was, after all, a girl, and her physical strength was not on par with Miao Zhe's; as time passed, her offensive would inevitably weaken.

"I think Miao Zhe will win, a bottle of Coke," Guo Kunnan concluded resolutely.

The life committee member Hu Jun said, "I bet they both end up hurt, and I'll bet a Red Bull on your two Cokes."

Ma Shicheng and Guo Kunnan cursed him together,

"Get lost, isn't that obvious? Of course they'll both end up hurt."

Cui Yu said, "Well fought!"

If he didn't feel it was too unscrupulous, he would have even clapped his hands and encouraged them to fight harder.

Seeing Jiang Ning acting unconcerned in the front row, Bai Yuxia felt secretly annoyed. Clearly, if he just said one word, the two would not dare to fight, but he just wouldn't speak, having no sense of class honor at all!

Chen Siqing looked at the fighting figures behind her, her mouth slightly agape in shock. She was the older sister, and today her younger sister had come to her class.

Her sister had told her before, that in Class 8, there were often fights, but this was the first time she saw it herself. Did the male and female students all have such a martial spirit?

There were fights in her class too, but never during class.

Unlike Class 8, they were just in evening self-study, and they just started battling.

Yang Sheng sat on the table, chewing gum.

They couldn't really fight; if she joined, she guaranteed that she could make one of them cry for mercy.

Wang Longlong stood on his seat, watching the two fighting in the back, then glanced at Huang Zhongfei, who was helpless, and a scornful smile appeared on his round face.

'Class 8's class president is just so-so.'

'When it comes down to it, it still relies on me, Wang Longlong, to save the day.'

He held the keypad of his phone as if it were the scepter of an emperor.

Wang Longlong texted Shan Qingrong:

"Class teacher, it's bad. Our class's Pang Jiao and Miao Zhe are fighting, and it's too intense! Their clothes are even torn! No one in class dares to break it up. Please come quickly!"

Last time he and Miao Zhe fought, Shan Qingrong caught them, and in the office, he received a good scolding. Fortunately, he clearly explained the reasons, and with a very sincere attitude in admitting his mistake, Shan Qingrong didn't pursue further.

After Miao Zhe left, Wang Longlong still lingered in the office, offering to do something for the class if possible.

Wang Longlong really wanted to be a class cadre. He dared not compete openly in front of the whole class, so he could only seek privately.

Fortunately, Shan Qingrong appreciated him and considered for a while, then told him that if anything major or minor happened in the class, he could just text him directly.

Wang Longlong immediately felt full of vigor; from then on, he was Shan Qingrong's eyes in Class 8.

After sending the text, Wang Longlong suddenly felt an epiphany, as if 'he could overlook all beneath him from a great height.'

'What Class President Huang Zhongfei can do, I can do; what he can't do, I can still do.'

'He is the light of the day, while I am the shadow of the night.'

'Where I, Wang Longlong, am, the justice of Class 8 never ends.'

Since no one had gone up to break up the fight, and fighting itself was exhausting, untrained ordinary people gave their all in a fight, making it more tiring than a hundred-meter sprint.

It hadn't even been two minutes when Miao Zhe and Pang Jiao were too exhausted to keep fighting, each pulling at the other, reluctant to let go.

If it weren't for the fierce bloodstains on their faces and necks, they really looked like a couple deeply in love.

"Keep fighting, why did you stop?" Dan Kaiquan, leisurely cracking sunflower seeds, seemed totally relaxed.

Miao Zhe glared coldly at Dan Kaiquan, who shared some seeds with Guo Kun Nan.

"You there, what are you looking at?" Dan Kaiquan was unfazed by him.

Miao Zhe let go, and Pang Jiao did the same.

Miao Zhe turned his head and left the classroom, while Pang Jiao returned to her seat. Wang Yan Yan quickly pulled out some tissues from her desk drawer and handed them to her to wipe her face.

Usually, Wang Yan Yan never kept tissues on the desk because they would quickly be used up by classmates.

A pack of tissues cost two yuan, and she was reluctant to use them, but seeing Pang Jiao's injuries, she definitely wouldn't skimp.

After the fight, Pang Jiao only then felt a burning pain; as she wiped her face with the tissue, it all came away bloody.

Wang Yan Yan worriedly said, "Maybe you should go to the campus clinic?"

Just then, the class teacher, Shan Qingrong, hurried in. Shan Qingrong was also annoyed; he had just returned to his office, poured a cup of tea, and was reading the newspaper when he received a text message from Wang Longlong about the trouble in class.

Shan Qingrong had been ready to discipline the students, but when he saw the bloody imprints on Pang Jiao's face, he frowned,

"What are you waiting for, not running to the campus clinic already?"

He then asked the other students, "Where's Miao Zhe?"

Huang Zhongfei replied, "I don't know, he left after the fight."

Shan Qingrong picked up his cellphone to call Miao Zhe but suddenly remembered that he had confiscated Miao Zhe's phone.

Annoyed, Shan Qingrong put the phone back,

"Tell Miao Zhe to come to my office when he returns."

He had just lectured Miao Zhe before vacation, and here he was causing trouble again, fighting with a girl, really getting worse!

"Pang Jiao, what are you waiting for, come with me to the campus clinic."

Shan Qingrong led Pang Jiao away.

The class fell silent for a while then buzzed with discuss again, the commotion caused by the fight continued in discussions among the classmates until evening self-study ended.

...

The bell for evening self-study rang, and Guo Kun Nan and Dan Kaiquan instantly dashed out.

Jiang Ning understood; they were running so fast because they were heading out to buy food.

High school students were at the age of growing, with large appetites; eating three meals a day wasn't enough to stave off hunger, Fourth Middle School's evening self-study lasted until 9:30, and they were starving by then. Eating something at night was necessary to keep their stomachs from growling.

They ran fast to avoid the line and after buying food they could head back to the dormitory and still have time to play games.

Jiang Ning walked to where the mountain bikes were parked, Xue Yuantong habitually following behind him.

The two had long reached an understanding.

Reaching the front door, Xue Yuantong hopped off the back seat, his movements graceful and agile.

"Wait a second," Jiang Ning called to her.

He pulled out a small box and handed it to Xue Yuantong.

It was just like the last time Xue Yuantong had given him a cup.

Jiang Ning said, "I carved a Jade Pendant for you."

Xue Yuantong looked at Jiang Ning suspiciously.

Jiang Ning advised, "Wear it every day from now on, and try not to take it off."

It was a Protective Jade Pendant with Spiritual Power; although he was often with Xue Yuantong, he couldn't be there every moment. This jade could protect Xue Yuantong from accidents.

"Stop staring, take it."

"Alright, seeing as you're so sincere, I'll take it."

Xue Yuantong, holding the box, went inside.

Then, standing by the bed, she suddenly plunged face-first into it, burying her head in the soft quilt.

After a while, her slender, fair legs kicked up, her little pink shoes gently rocking.