Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation
Chapter 873 - 512 High Price_2

Chapter 873: Chapter 512 High Price_2

Next to the aisle, a slender-shouldered, frail girl with a pretty face quietly leaned in.

At the back of the classroom, Lin Zida had a seat to himself, sitting cross-legged, clapping leisurely.

Behind him, Cui Yu, Meng Gui, and Duan Shigang were gathered together.

Two looked extremely sleazy, while the other appeared like a majestic mountain stream—very odd.

Lin Zida pondered why these three seemed peculiar.

Especially one of them, who even had a math textbook open. Weren’t they supposed to be here for advice?

In the south-east corner of the classroom, by the window, Zhuang Jianhui’s surrounding brightness was swallowed up, as if the end times had arrived.

He relied on sheer willpower to restrain his eyes, bowing his head to study math problems, while next to him in the aisle, several splendid golden flowers stood, overshadowing everything.

Xue Yuantong stepped onto the podium and said with confidence:

"If you have any questions, feel free to ask now. I’ll share all the learning methods I know."

Seeing this, Dong Jiayi raised her hand and asked a question everyone was curious about: "I’d like to know why you can consistently maintain first place in the grade?"

This inquiry instantly quieted the classroom atmosphere.

Students from Class 1, all of them top students, cast their gaze and focused on the small figure on the podium.

Cui Yu silently lowered the volume of his speaker.

Lin Zida was utterly shocked; he swore he heard a moan just now, sure it wasn’t his imagination.

He instinctively turned around, only to face the composed expressions of several others.

"Why maintain first place in the grade?"

Xue Yuantong pondered the question.

She thought about sleeping at school, eating snacks, gaming...these weren’t proper topics for sharing.

Her mind quickly raced, and she swiftly decided what to share.

Xue Yuantong first recalled the hardships of waking up early every day, facing her classmates in Class 1, lifting her chin slightly: _{fr\eewebno vel .c(o)m}

"The answer is simple. I wake up at 6 AM every day. What are you doing at that time?"

As soon as she spoke.

Yuan Xiaomao, with glasses on, raised his hand and said, "I’ve already started on the second test paper."

Dong Jiayi: "I’ve memorized 15 words."

Du Chuan: "I get up before 5 AM every day."

One by one, students answered what they were doing at 6 AM.

Xue Yuantong panicked: ’Why are you all working so hard?’

She switched her words, saying: "So I want to tell everyone that the secret to success isn’t to push yourself hard but to have a good routine. It’s not about who studies longer, but rather the efficiency of learning."

Yuan Xiaomao nodded knowingly, ’Listening to such a speech is like hearing another speech.’

Xue Yuantong was actually a bit troubled, as her shared learning experiences weren’t very useful. Typically, Jiang Ning handled explaining topics, and when she intervened with a few skipped steps, Bai Yuxia couldn’t understand.

Nevertheless, Xue Yuantong’s subsequent sharing still provided some assistance to the Class 1 students.

Five minutes before dismissal, Xue Yuantong returned to Class 8.

After a brief mess, Jiang Yanan said: "Through Xue Yuantong’s sharing, I understand that effort might get us into the top twenty or even top ten in the grade, but it’s really hard to become first."

Shen Qing’e said nothing, but at the beginning of the term, she had seen Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong go home together. She used to look down on this small figure, although eventually, the latter became first in the grade, it still irked her.

Dong Qingfeng said: "That’s how it is, effort determines your lower limit, talent determines your upper limit."

He just finished speaking and saw Song Sheng’s bitter and disdainful expression.

With a thought, he asked, "Song Sheng, do you have any insights?"

Song Sheng replied: "I don’t agree with you. It should be that your household registration determines your lower limit, your family resources determine the upper limit."

...

Wednesday, during the morning break.

The sky was clear, like a deep blue sea, clouds like fluffy white sheep, sunlight poured down, bathing the campus in bright rays, the small garden lush with greenery.

By the square, tall poplars rose, with birds perched on branches, observing students in the campus.

Cui Yu and a few others leaned against the corridor railing, watching the square below as fellow students passed by. When spotting a pretty girl, they would inform Meng Gui and Duan Shigang, and after the three discussed, gave scores, enjoying themselves greatly.

Dan Kaiquan had someone he loved, so he disdained to attend such gatherings.

Only, clutching his phone, thinking about Lan Zichen’s coldness towards him, Dan Kaiquan felt gloomy.

He didn’t understand; he considered himself fairly decent-looking, with good grades and physical fitness, generous with women, with the added title of senior—why would others ignore him?

Dan Kaiquan couldn’t figure it out, but fortunately, he wasn’t alone.

Dan Kaiquan ran to the back row, shamelessly: "Brother Ma, I recently added that girl, but after a few chats, she stopped responding."

He looked troubled: "I really don’t get it."

Ma Shicheng handed his phone to Longlong, asking him to help with operations.

"Kaiquan, have a seat."

Ma Shicheng inquired: "Could it be the way you’re chatting that caused issues?"

Dan Kaiquan was certain: "Impossible. When I chatted, I specifically made a good-natured joke."

Speaking of it, he felt quite proud.

Ma Shicheng’s heart skipped a beat.

"Mind if I take a look at the chat log?"

High school students aren’t as protective of privacy as adults; during this period, they often borrow each other’s phones.

"Help me analyze." Dan Kaiquan handed him the phone.

Ma Shicheng took the phone, checking the earlier parts, where they had normal chat logs, Lan Zichen asked Dan Kaiquan why he knew the answer to the ’Yang Liu Yiyi’ question.