Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 177 - 159 Have a Nice Dream

Chapter 177: Chapter 159: Have a Nice Dream

Chapter 177: Chapter 159: Have a Nice Dream

Before class in the afternoon, Miao Zhe’s phone mysteriously returned to the desk hole, just as it had before.

Although Miao Zhe found it odd, he knew that it must be the work of someone who was messing with him — whoever it was had returned his phone.

Unable to identify the culprit but relieved to have his phone back, Miao Zhe decided to let it go and be more cautious in the future to avoid giving anyone an opportunity.

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He played with his phone while his deskmate, Pang Jiao, was chatting with Wang Yanyan.

“I always thought I was at least average-looking, ever since I was little, even when brain-dead boys called me ugly,” Pang Jiao said, striking a pose with a small mirror in her hand.

“Seriously brain-dead,” she added.

Miao Zhe glanced at her and thought to himself that she should have some self-awareness.

If Pang Jiao were just unattractive, Miao Zhe wouldn’t have had any conflict with her nor would he have despised her — it wouldn’t have affected him anyway.

Like that girl in Fourth Middle School whose face was burned in a fire, she looked far more dreadful than Pang Jiao, but Miao Zhe didn’t harbor any ill feelings towards her, he even felt pity.

But people like Pang Jiao, who are ugly yet lack self-awareness, frequently say outrageous things and form cliques like the one with Wang Yanyan to bully him — those are the type of bad people he despises.

Miao Zhe never held back when striking back and would respond with equally vicious language!

“What are you looking at? What’s with that look?” Pang Jiao roared, her voice deep and reminiscent of Li Kui from the TV dramas.

“If you weren’t looking at me, how would you know I’m looking at you?” Miao Zhe retorted.

Pang Jiao complained to Wang Yanyan, “How could I run into such people… hey, Yanyan, I think my misfortunes, these brain-dead boys are to blame.”

Her insinuation was clear; anyone could tell who she was talking about.

Miao Zhe couldn’t be bothered to argue with her, feeling that even a single word more to Pang Jiao was shortening his life.

Anyway, they were changing seats that afternoon, and this time he would definitely choose a good one, a seat with absolutely no interaction with Pang Jiao and her group.

Let the likes of Pang Jiao rot in the corner!

With grand aspirations in his heart, when Miao Zhe looked at Pang Jiao again, his expression carried a hint of pity, as if a divine being gazing down upon an insignificant ant.

Pang Jiao was furious and wished she could give Miao Zhe an “Iron Mountain Lean” right into the wall.

But she feared his claws.

…

The last class in the afternoon.

Shan Qingrong arrived, and without much preamble, he got straight to the point:

“Let’s change seats, everyone out to the hallway.”

The students of Class Eight bustled out the door, some having previously made plans, whispered among themselves:

“Remember our agreement later.”

“Relax, I won’t forget.”

Shan Qingrong proceeded to call out names in order of rank: “Xue Yuantong, Jiang Ning.”

He looked at the two, his expression unusually kind. To have the top two students of Fourth Middle School in his class, especially Xue Yuantong being number one in the city, made him quite the proud class teacher.

Xue Yuantong returned to his old spot on the third row, while Jiang Ning took a seat by the window. Although he was in the front row, he sat at the edge by the window and didn’t block anyone.

Sometimes, he would swap seats with Xue Yuantong, having specifically checked with Geng Lu behind him to ensure it wouldn’t cause a disturbance.

“Wu Xiaoqi,” Shan Qingrong called out the name with a blank expression, knowing full well what level Wu Xiaoqi was at; he simply turned a blind eye.

When Wu Xiaoqi’s name was called, many students looked at him with odd expressions.

Wu Xiaoqi entered the classroom and hesitated without choosing a seat, actually stalling for time.

Shan Qingrong continued calling names: “Chen Qian.”

Chen Qian glanced at Xue Yuantong’s seat and then coolly moved to the second row in the center of the class.

“Bai Yuxia, Dong Qingfeng, Huang Zhongfei.”

Bai Yuxia still sat in front of Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong, while Dong Qingfeng went to find Chen Qian.

“Miao Zhe,” Shan Qingrong announced.

Miao Zhe walked into the classroom, no longer picking a seat in the front row, but instead, he rushed all the way to the last row, to a corner seat.

Yes, Miao Zhe was now intimidated by Pang Jiao and Wang Yanyan; he’d rather sit in the very last row than to continue any karmic association with Pang Jiao!

Next was Song Sheng.

Song Sheng went straight to the third row in the middle, and as soon as he sat down, Wu Xiaoqi took the seat next to him.

Wu Xiaoqi looked at him smugly, his eyes saying, ‘What’s up, kid?’

A twitch appeared at the corner of Song Sheng’s eye.

Oddly enough, after Wu Xiaoqi and Song Sheng took their seats, the classmates seemed to be quite wary of the two, as if they feared being collateral damage in case they fought.

Even though they had secured good spots, the area around them remained unfilled.

One of the twins, Chen Siyu, sat with Bai Yuxia.

Following close behind was Dan Kaiquan, looking at this scene with heartache; he had missed by just one rank, only one spot behind Chen Siyu!

Geng Lu still sat behind Jiang Ning.

As time passed, the little clique of Pang Jiao finally showed up; their grades in Class Eight were only slightly better than Ma Shicheng’s.

They were the kind that would normally have to sit at the worst seats in the back row, but due to the dominating presence of Song Sheng and Wu Xiaoqi, the surrounding seats remained vacant.

Thus, Pang Jiao and her group quickly formed a crescent shape around Song Sheng and Wu Xiaoqi.

Sitting in his seat, Wu Xiaoqi stared blankly at the several ‘golden flowers’ around him. Although he was immersed in playing basketball, it didn’t mean he was clueless.

Wu Xiaoqi was now somewhat panicking.

The New Year’s Eve celebration scene when he was ousted from his seat by a squat from Pang Jiao still vividly replayed in his mind.

He might not be able to fend off Pang Jiao.

…

After night self-study, Miao Zhe returned to his rental apartment with his phone in hand.

He was in an exceedingly good mood, having finally escaped from Pang Jiao’s clutches. If it weren’t for his inability to drink, he would have even considered having a couple of drinks to celebrate.

For this, Miao Zhe treated himself to a large cup of milk tea tonight, along with a deluxe bun.

Miao Zhe’s parents had divorced when he was young, and he lived with his mother, who had a good head for business. She ran a clothing store, so his family’s financial situation was slightly better than that of most of his classmates.

Miao Zhe placed his phone on the desk, eating while reaching out to his online friend Yun Ni.

“I’m off school, are you there? I had an especially good day today,” Miao Zhe shared his joy.

Just after he sent the message, he noticed a red dot in his online space and clicked in to check.

His special care had posted a new thought:

“I was once the trump card in the teacher’s hand,

free to come and go in the office,

a charmer who could chat for several classes with the principal,

and now, I struggle to pass my grades,

losing sleep and forgetting to eat,”

So this time,

I had to fight to get back the place I once had.”

This was posted by Yun Ni.

Miao Zhe didn’t like it or comment; as Yun Ni’s official boyfriend, he was too proud for such things and had his own pride. So, Miao Zhe sent a private message:

“Yun Ni, what’s wrong?”

Yun Ni replied, “Ah, I’m just a bit sad.”

Miao Zhe stopped drinking his milk tea and immediately responded, “What happened? Who’s bullying you?”

“No, it’s just that my grades weren’t great.”

When it came to grades, Miao Zhe was fairly confident. After all, he was consistently among the top ten in his class, and it was mainly the humanities holding him back. Once sorted into science, his grades were bound to improve further.

Miao Zhe was very certain about getting into a top university.

So, he comforted Yun Ni, saying, “If you have any questions in the future, you can ask me. Although I don’t know much, we can learn from each other.”

Miao Zhe was quite modest.

He knew Yun Ni was in the same grade as him.

Yun Ni: “Sure, I’ll send you photos of the questions I can’t solve over qq.”

Miao Zhe: “No problem, I’ll call you on qq to explain.”

Yun Ni: “I’m sorry, my voice isn’t very nice.”

Miao Zhe: “That’s not true. I’ve heard it; it’s super nice.”

He had clicked on Yun Ni’s voice message once, it was indeed sweet.

Yun Ni: “No, just type the explanation for me.”

Miao Zhe wasn’t pushy. For Yun Ni, he had a thousand kinds of tenderness, and he would never force her to do something she didn’t like.

After all, as long as he could help Yun Ni, he was very happy.

“I promise I’ll explain it so you’ll understand.”

“Yun Shu, you’re so kind.”

Miao Zhe: “Do you like it?”

“I really like it (shyly).”

Miao Zhe hugged his phone and grinned foolishly, as happy as a child.

He wanted to tell Yun Ni she was really cute but decided to show his affection in a different way.

He held his phone as he would a beloved person and gently kissed it.

As if, he had kissed the adorable Yun Ni.

…

The first night of school.

For some, it was sweet, while for others, it was dispiriting.

Wang Longlong pushed open the front door to his empty home and sighed.

His sighs were not just for his parents, but also for his headteacher Shan Qingrong, and for himself.

On the first day of school, Shan Qingrong changed seats but didn’t mention anything about class officers.

Wang Longlong knew what that meant; Shan Qingrong had no intention of making him the class president.

He was destined to work for the headteacher in the shadows, dedicating his enthusiasm.

Wang Longlong washed his face, feet, brushed his teeth, and went to bed.

He hadn’t written any work reports tonight.

He suddenly felt a bit lost.

He didn’t know whether to keep going or if there was even any point in doing so.

Wang Longlong remembered a time back in third grade, he caught the class president stealing, and he bravely stood up to expose him.

Shocked, the class president broke someone’s mirror.

But at the time, only the class president and Wang Longlong were there, and the class president ran to the teacher first to tattle.

In front of the teacher, both stated their cases.

Wang Longlong was not good at speaking.

In the end, the classmates, including the teacher, believed the class president.

Wang Longlong was framed, ridiculed by his classmates, called a liar.

And the instigator, the class president, joined the crowd in laughing at him.

Young Wang Longlong didn’t understand why the teacher didn’t believe him?

Simply because he could only say, “The class president broke the mirror”?

But that was the truth.

Wang Longlong didn’t understand back then.

He firmly believed that the teacher chose to believe the class president over him because the other was the class president.

So, Wang Longlong decided to prove himself, to prove to the teacher.

A young him came up with the naive idea to become the class president.

For that, he had stuck to his belief for years, reading books over and over.

Now, he had long forgotten what the teacher looked like and had revisited the incident.

He never considered right or wrong; he just persevered.

But today, it seemed there was no hope.

In the deep quiet of the night, Wang Longlong fell into a deep sleep.

…

Suddenly, the window opened, and two figures landed in the room.

The rune on the Puppet’s right arm glowed.

Jiang Ning’s gaze settled on Wang Longlong. He had assessed him, and both his character and abilities were completely qualified.

In the Source World, Jiang Ning had selected an excellent vessel for Wang Longlong.

That vessel, a “Shadow” bred by a century-old family,

was highly suitable for Wang Longlong.

If things went smoothly, after many journeys through, Wang Longlong’s soul would become much stronger.

He might even bring something special between the two worlds.

And all of this, for Wang Longlong, was nothing but a dream.

“I hope you have a good dream.”

The Puppet touched Wang Longlong’s forehead.