Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation -
Chapter 870 - 510 Resolving Crisis_2
Chapter 870: Chapter 510 Resolving Crisis_2
Wang Longlong: "Alright!" NovelFire
Gao Heshuai glanced at Cui Yu a few more times: "Hmm, if you’re having a fever, take some medicine. You don’t need to respond."
Without a word, Meng Gui gave Cui Yu a look, as if to say "Brother, am I good or what?"
Cui Yu thought, "No wonder Brother Meng is so awesome."
Just as the two were secretly pleased, Gao Heshuai stood high on the podium, his resounding voice swept across: "Since Cui Yu is sick, Meng Gui, you will answer."
Meng Gui: "?"
Upon hearing that, Cui Yu couldn’t just sit by as his good friend fell into trouble. He struggled to hold onto the desk, managed to stand up, and came to his aid:
"Mr. Gao, last night Meng Gui ate half a leftover watermelon and got sick too."
Gao Heshuai’s face looked displeased, and he said, with an irritated tone: "He seems pretty normal to me."
Cui Yu gave Meng Gui a look, hinting for him to pretend to be sick.
But Meng Gui had his own plan; he knew it was too late to feign illness, so he went contrary to expectations and declared solemnly:
"A disease won’t defeat me, it will make me stronger instead!"
...
After class, Meng Gui’s stint as a sentry ended. He rubbed his legs and returned to his seat.
Wang Longlong sang from the back: "Later, Little Gui finally learned how to argue back, and Fatty Gao had long disappeared into the crowd."
Looking at them, Meng Ziyun thought: "This new class sure has a lot of oddballs, doesn’t it?"
South side of the classroom.
Typically, if there was nothing going on, Shang Caiwei wouldn’t leave the classroom, but her deskmate stepped out. Seeing that, Chen Siyu ran over to sit beside her.
"Caiwei." Chen Siyu greeted her proactively.
"Huh?" Shang Caiwei felt it was very sudden.
Bai Yuxia glanced at the two girls. Even though they’d been in different seats for almost ten days, she hadn’t had a conversation with Shang Caiwei.
Chen Siyu asked: "Today I went to the office and saw you typing at the computer. You type so fast, and it seems like you were touch typing. How did you practice that?"
For high school students, touch typing is quite a cool skill. Even among university students, many find it challenging to do.
It’s only upon entering the workforce and sitting in an office that one can master this skill.
Shang Caiwei clasped her hands together, twisting them unnaturally. She said: "Just keep practicing, and you’ll be good."
Chen Siyu: "Is there any specific practice technique?"
"I just type a lot." Shang Caiwei’s voice was extremely quiet.
From the desk behind, Bai Yuxia said: "I remember something interesting about typing."
Chen Siyu: "Tell us, tell us."
"My grandpa retired some time ago, and my dad was worried he’d be bored, so he bought him an iPad and installed a chess app on it. Grandpa rarely chatted with people online before. This past weekend, when my parents and I went for dinner, I noticed my grandpa was typing incredibly fast."
Chen Siyu: "Why did the old man suddenly learn to type?"
Bai Yuxia’s pretty face looked slightly peculiar: "Grandpa said when he’s playing chess, the opponent often insults him, so he has to insult back."
Chen Siyu: "Huh?"
That’s incredibly impressive.
Chen Siyu felt strange but right beside her, Shang Caiwei, after hearing that, shivered all over. Despite the summer heat, she felt her hands and feet turn cold:
’She wouldn’t expose me, would she!’
Her level of caution towards Bai Yuxia instantly rose to a fiery red, vowing never to have deep interactions with her again.
...
The last class of evening self-study.
As soon as the preparation bell rang, Cao Kun, Meng Ziyun, and Tang Jing walked into the classroom from the doorway.
The three held milk teas in their hands, finally settling in their seats.
Soon after, Dan Kaiquan entered with a big bag of milk custard, running to the front to give Guo Kunnan a cup first, then handing Jiang Ning a cup:
"Brother Ning, here you go."
Back when he sat next to Bai Yuxia, he’d often shared Jiang Ning’s snacks. Dan Kaiquan wasn’t someone who didn’t know how to return favors.
Seeing the milk custard, Xue Yuantong leaned over the desk with longing eyes.
"Go ahead and eat." Jiang Ning offered it to her.
Xue Yuantong’s eyebrows instantly curved into crescent moons.
Dan Kaiquan returned to the group of four, handing a cup each to Wang Longlong, Ma Shicheng, and Hu Jun.
Wang Longlong marveled, "Wow, Brother Quan, what’s the occasion today?"
Dan Kaiquan said boldly, "Yesterday, I have to thank you guys for helping me with QQ; I must repay you all."
Wang Longlong: "I wish you swift success!"
Ma Shicheng: "I wish you prosperity and harmony."
Hu Jun: "I wish you... to sweep all obstacles away!"
Dan Kaiquan spent ten yuan and received good wishes from his brothers.
Meanwhile, in the front, Tang Jing took an extra cup of milk tea.
Cao Kun felt uncomfortable because it was his money that paid for the milk tea. Even though it wasn’t much, why did Tang Jing take two cups?
Meng Zi Yun only asked him for one cup.
But Cao Kun was helpless; every time he tried to date Meng Zi Yun, Tang Jing would always show up and ruin the atmosphere, making him spend more money.
He was incredibly annoyed with Tang Jing.
Tang Jing picked up a cup of pearl milk tea, turned around, and in a cute voice said to Huang Yuzhu,
"Yuzhu, you work so hard bringing water for the classmates, while others might not thank you, I do. Here, I specially bought you milk tea, with extra pearls and pudding."
Hearing this, Cao Kun was fuming inside, ’Damn, that’s the milk tea I bought, even though I don’t like you, but using my milk tea to flirt with another guy, what the hell are you doing?"
Things were getting too complicated, Cao Kun was almost bursting with anger.
Huang Yuzhu was stunned by the sudden surprise; in his whole life, no girl had ever bought him milk tea before!
For any ordinary high school boy, if a moderately beautiful girl brought milk tea, it would definitely create a feeling of joy.
The honest and dutiful Huang Yuzhu awkwardly declined, "No, no, I like doing chores, I don’t need milk tea."
Tang Jing moved closer, with a coquettish voice, "Oh come on, Yuzhu, while others might not understand you, I do."
"It’s been hard for me to get it, just have a sip, please? Be good."
This turned Huang Yuzhu’s face bright red. Seeing Tang Jing leaning in closer, he quickly said, "I’ll drink it, I’ll drink it later!"
Tang Jing: "Drink it now."
Across a path, Duan Shigang intently watched, nearly dying of jealousy at Huang Yuzhu’s surprising popularity with girls!
Unable to refuse Tang Jing’s kindness, Huang Yuzhu stopped declining.
Huang Yuzhu’s family was not well-off, living in an old, rundown apartment.
He was just like his father, honest and kind, never getting into conflicts, preferring to take up tasks. This kind-hearted nature often led him to be taken advantage of, but Huang Yuzhu took joy in it.
He had never even tasted milk tea from outside the school, despite this one being priced around only five yuan.
Huang Yuzhu picked up the accompanying straw and gently poked at the plastic film, but he couldn’t break it; he tried twice without success.
Tang Jing: "That’s not how you do it, use a bit more force."
Taking her advice, Huang Yuzhu jabbed with more strength, but used too much force. The straw not only went through the plastic but also pierced out the side of the cup.
The milk tea rushed out, spilling all over the desk.
Tang Jing exclaimed, "Oh no!"
Huang Yuzhu, in his straightforward way, didn’t think too much and tried to catch the milk tea with his mouth, causing it to spill all over himself instead.
Cao Kun shook his head with a smile, this kid...so clumsy.
Meng Zi Yun laughed out loud, hastily covering her mouth.
Seeing Huang Yuzhu’s awkward state, Tang Jing’s façade couldn’t hold, pointing at him, she laughed and said,
"Is a cup of milk tea worth all this?"
In the midst of embarrassment, Huang Yuzhu noticed the reactions of his classmates, forcing out a strained smile.
The atmosphere suddenly became very quiet, all noise faded away, as did Huang Yuzhu’s dignity and joy.
Suddenly, from the group of four, Ma Shicheng exclaimed, "Damn, my hand slipped!"
A piece of soft, white milk custard flew and landed atop the towering stack of books, clearly visible under the ceiling light.
"Wasting food is shameful!" Without a hint of disgust, Ma Shicheng casually scooped up the milk custard with his spoon and ate it with relish.
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