Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 209 - 185 Nothing Happened_2

Chapter 209: Chapter 185 Nothing Happened_2

Chapter 209: Chapter 185 Nothing Happened_2

While they were chatting, they reached the playground.

During the afternoon after school, the playground was bustling with students. Random students walked on the track, and others were sweating it out on the basketball court.

Today there was no wind. The long rows of ping-pong tables were almost all occupied.

Some students were playing badminton too.

Jiang Ning remembered that many years later, when he revisited Fourth Middle School, there were two tennis courts built in this area.

But for now, there were none.

Xue Yuantong looked at the crowd around the ping-pong tables. At this moment, she seemed to grow taller, naturally looking down on them.

When it came to ping-pong, she was invincible.

Unfortunately, Xue Yuantong had forgotten to bring her ping-pong paddle.

Jiang Ning noticed her gaze and said, “I brought paddles.”

Xue Yuantong looked him over from head to toe, her small face puzzled, “Where did you put them?”

“I’m a Magician,” Jiang Ning said.

Xue Yuantong knew that when it involved ping-pong paddles, Jiang Ning definitely brought them. She wouldn’t be deceived by him. She thought Jiang Ning was very impressive, always hiding them where she couldn’t find them.

She really wanted to learn this skill so she could hide lots of snacks in the future.

But she would never ask Jiang Ning for advice.

In front of Jiang Ning, Xue Yuantong always believed she was better than him.

Besides, since she and Jiang Ning were together every day, whatever he could hide meant she could hide too.

So Xue Yuantong said nonchalantly, “That’s nothing impressive.”

“Let’s take a walk first.”

The two walked along the track.

At the ping-pong tables, the chemistry teacher Guo Ran and others were playing ping-pong. Her movements were graceful, making her more noticeable than the high school students.

Although Guo Ran was a teacher, she had the vivacity of a student. The two temperaments blended on her, making her extremely charming.

Seeing her focused on playing, Jiang Ning didn’t call out to her, otherwise she would have pulled him to play ping-pong.

The twins, Chen Siyu and Chen Siqing, were also on the playground.

The two fairly pretty twins were walking together, and their presence definitely turned heads.

When they saw Jiang Ning, they came over to greet:

“Xue Yuantong, it’s rare to see you on the playground.”

The two had switched identities many times and were familiar with Xue Yuantong.

At the basketball court.

Qi Tianheng scored with three steps, drawing praise from the boys playing nearby.

He wiped the sweat off and suddenly caught sight of Jiang Ning in the distance. The smile on his face turned somber.

Beside him, a guy with a Pot Lid Head, tight pants, and Doudou shoes noticed and shouted:

“Brother Tian, isn’t that kid Jiang Ning? I heard you fought with him?”

Qi Tianheng wanted to tell Zhao Xiaofeng that it wasn’t a fight, he was literally beaten up!

“There’s some bad blood,” Qi Tianheng replied briefly.

However, Zhao Xiaofeng tossed his Pot Lid Head around arrogantly:

“Brother Tian, shouldn’t you teach him a lesson and let him know that our Fourth Middle School is full of hidden dragons?”

“It’s better not to,” Qi Tianheng said.

He truly disliked Jiang Ning, he was Qi Tianheng.

His father was a factory manager!

When had he ever suffered such a loss?

Not seeking revenge was not his style.

Currently, he was pursuing Yang Sheng from class eight, and he figured it was best not to stir up trouble at this time, as it would only increase Yang Sheng’s disdain and make him seem overbearing.

Qi Tianheng had made a plan; once he got together with Yang Sheng, that day of joy would be the day of doom for Jiang Ning.

‘I will take action, but not now.’

Qi Tianheng believed his plan was perfect.

Pot Lid Head Zhao Xiaofeng did not agree. Tianheng was a real leader in his circle, eloquent and generous because of his wealthy family.

Zhao Xiaofeng was a high school student. Unlike other foolish high schoolers, his family was poor, and he had learned early on that if he wanted to stand out, he had to either study hard or find a powerful backer.

He wasn’t cut out for academics. Getting into Fourth Middle School was a stroke of luck for him, and from then on, he’d have to seek help from influential people.

“Keep an eye out, Tian Heng,” Zhao Xiaofeng said, swinging his Pot Lid Head and stepping in his Doudou shoes.

He slapped the basketball, found the right angle, and as Jiang Ning walked towards this side of the playground, he leaped and threw the ball with all his might.

The basketball was thrown very crookedly and drew an arc in the air, heading straight for Jiang Ning on the running track.

Around him, students out for a walk saw this and instinctively moved away.

Nearby, Chen Siqing saw this and anxiously yelled:

“Jiang Ning, Jiang Ning!”

The trajectory of the basketball was clearly headed straight for Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning’s pace remained steady, and he continued walking as if he hadn’t heard it.

Xue Yuantong heard the noise and turned back to look at Chen Siyu and the others.

The basketball, carrying force, tore through the air.

On the court, Zhao Xiaofeng’s face beamed with a smile, “Little fella, watch me not smash you.”

Before, anyone he disliked was smashed just like this.

It’s just a basketball—while it doesn’t hurt to be hit, getting hit on the head is quite embarrassing.

With so many people watching on the playground, the person would end up looking all messed up.

Moreover, even if hit, you can’t really complain since Zhao Xiaofeng was playing basketball—it wasn’t on purpose, so the person hit had no recourse.

The basketball was about to hit Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning continued speaking to Xue Yuantong, “After school tonight, I’ll buy you some fruit.”

In the midst of speaking, Jiang Ning, without turning his head, stuck out his hand at just the right moment and caught the ball.

Then, he casually threw the ball back.

The basketball crossed the air and with an extremely precise angle, it went right through the hoop.

The ball hit the ground, bouncing a couple of times.

The court fell silent.

“What just happened?” Xue Yuantong, blocked by Jiang Ning, hadn’t seen the basketball from her angle.

“Nothing happened.”

“Oh, what fruit should I buy? I need to think about this,” Xue Yuantong pondered.

Jiang Ning said, “How about apples.”

The two continued their regular conversation.

Chen Siyu and Chen Siqing showed identically surprised expressions, eyes wide and mouths agape, as if they were carbon copies of each other—it was extremely funny.

Zhao Xiaofeng cursed, “What the hell was that!”

“What kind of dumb luck!”

Qi Tianheng and the other students playing basketball were also stunned beyond belief.

The luck was just too incredible, not even looking, just casually intercepting the ball, throwing it, scoring…

“Damn, I want to perform one too!” Zhao Xiaofeng was unhappy, initially wanting to embarrass Jiang Ning, but instead, Jiang ended up showing off.

Qi Tianheng snapped out of it, “Are you going for a slam dunk?”

Zhao Xiaofeng, wearing tight pants and Doudou shoes, said, “I’ll try.”

A student said, “Brother Feng is mighty, go for a slam dunk, and I’ll record it on Kuaishou for you.”

In reality, everyone knew that Zhao Xiaofeng couldn’t really dunk. Only a few people at Fourth Middle School could, like Zhuang Jianhui and some athletes; Qi Tianheng could too when he was in good form.

It’s all about saving face when you’re out playing, and nobody would undermine Zhao Xiaofeng’s dignity.

The student, holding the phone, stepped back a bit:

“Brother Feng, I’m starting the recording.”

Zhao Xiaofeng stood on the concrete, first doing a couple of fancy hand moves to set the mood.

Then, the ball was thrown to him by a classmate, and Zhao Xiaofeng caught it effortlessly.

“My bros, watch closely, I’m going to perform a big dunk today!”

He slapped the ball, spurred on by what Jiang Ning had done just before, determined to execute a big dunk.

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Zhao Xiaofeng took a big step with his right foot, then a small step with his left, forcefully jumped up, lifting the ball above his head.

On the track.

As Jiang Ning chatted, he casually flicked a wisp of Spiritual Power.

Zhao Xiaofeng leaped high, about to dunk at the peak of his jump, but felt as if his legs were tied with rope, which jerked upward.

Zhao Xiaofeng immediately lost balance, failing to dunk and instead went “smack” onto the hard concrete.

The student recording on Kuaishou was stunned: “Damn, 666.”