Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 282 - 236 Have you ever heard of armor

Chapter 282: Chapter 236 Have you ever heard of armor?

Chapter 282 -236 Have you ever heard of armor?

The black pearl blown out of Yu Wen’s nostril traced an arc before crash-landing on Dong Qingfeng’s desk. Thanks to the pearl’s elasticity, it even bounced a few times on the desk with unrestrained elegance.

“Damn it!”

“Ha ha ha!”

The fellow students burst into laughter, overjoyed by the spectacle.

Even nearby Dong Qingfeng was holding back his laughter.

But he couldn’t laugh; he was a man of benevolence.

Despite Yu Wen’s looks not meeting his standard for attractiveness, in order to maintain his good standing with the female students, he definitely couldn’t afford to laugh.

“Brother Ma, what you said isn’t right,” Wang Longlong retorted.

“It’s not the Pea Shooter; it’s the Pearl Shooter!” proclaimed Wang Longlong with certainty.

Usually, Yu Wen looked down on the students in the back of the class; Wang Longlong had once been ridiculed by her. Now that she was in trouble, they had no concept of repaying evil with kindness.

Now if they didn’t kick her while she was down, then when?

Ma Shicheng chuckled, “If you drink it in winter, it’ll turn into the Frost Archer.”

Wang Longlong added, “If you drink it in summer, then it becomes the Flame Shooter.”

The pair played off each other perfectly, sending their classmates into unstoppable laughter.

The victim, Yu Wen, was bent over coughing, her face turning red with frustration; She wished her head was a drill so she could burrow through the concrete floor and hide in a place no one could find her.

Shen Qing’e patted her back and turned to glare at Brother Ma and his crew, her brows furrowed and her beautiful face showing displeasure.

“Ma Shicheng, you’re speaking to a girl in such a manner, do you think you’re being polite?”

she asked coolly.

Shen Qing’e’s features were pretty, a level above Jiang Yanan’s beauty, and in Class 8, she could compete with Bai Yuxia.

Previously from a small town, she had a sense of being out of place. After half a year in Yuzhou City, often going out with her sister, her dress and demeanor had undergone a complete transformation compared to when she first arrived.

At this moment, now standing up to the two herself, such a beautiful girl indeed elicited excitement in the boys’ hearts.

Dong Qingfeng and others teased Ma Shicheng.

“Look, you’ve upset Shen Qing’e, the prettiest girl in class. There go your good impressions!” Dong Qingfeng delighted in secret.

He felt terrific, seeing this an opportunity to eliminate a rival.

However, upon hearing her, Ma Shicheng’s expression didn’t change at all.

To him, what did it matter how pretty Shen Qing’e was?

What was she to him?

Holding his cup of hot water, Ma Shicheng retorted sarcastically, “Right, you’re the epitome of justice. Why didn’t I see you stand up when Yu Wen was talking about us?”

“Heh, now you’ve come out to play the good person, huh? Just a meddler with nothing better to do.”

Wang Longlong chimed in, “Mind your own business!” ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

The two were in perfect sync, leaving Shen Qing’e at a loss for words.

How could Class 8 have such vulgar people?

Don’t they know to give way to girls?

After countering, Ma Shicheng called out, “Longlong.”

“Here.”

“Let’s get out of here,” said Ma Shicheng.

The two collected their water and left.

The scene left those in the front rows dumbfounded.

Dong Qingfeng was baffled; he believed that the smile or frown of a beautiful girl could sway people’s hearts.

If she became angry, storms would brew, skies would fall.

Dong Qingfeng wished he could mend the skies for her, keeping her smile unclouded by gloom.

“Qing E, don’t stoop to their level,” Dong Qingfeng consoled.

Seizing the opportunity, he thought, ‘Watch me warm her heart!’

Dong Qingfeng decided to comfort her all day.

He looked towards the back and said, “Ma Shicheng’s kind, always last in the class, surely won’t get into college. You’ve got no reason to bother with his type.”

His words were quite effective; Shen Qing’e felt better after hearing them.

The last-in-class was not worth her anger; such a person wouldn’t amount to much later on anyway.

She put on a smile again, unaffected by the previous incident.

“Thank you.”

…

As the break neared its end, they had a self-study class next. The class leader took it easy, allowing those in the front to relax, work on test papers, or chat.

Those in the back, meanwhile, could sneakily use their phones and zone out.

Except for Yu Wen feeling miserable, everyone else was relaxed.

Not just relaxed, but happy, considering Yu Wen had made a fool of herself for their entertainment.

Xue Yuantong rested her head on her arms and looked at Jiang Ning.

“What will you do next class?”

Jiang Ning said, “I’ll watch you sleep.”

In fact, he planned to sketch a design for Hu Qi Mountain next class, then give it to Shao Shuangshuang to add to.

Xue Yuantong was puzzled, “Why would you watch me sleep?”

Jiang Ning replied, “Why, can’t I?”

“Hmph, suit yourself,” said Xue Yuantong.

She wasn’t feeling well today and didn’t want to argue with Jiang Ning.

…

On the other side, Wu Xiaoqi entered the classroom with a basketball, swaying to the rhythm of the music.

Meng Gui was spinning a book noisily.

Cui Yu’s book spinning was mediocre; while spinning, when Jiang Yanan glanced their way, Cui Yu, excited, almost dropped the book.

Jiang Yanan shifted her attention elsewhere; she had to go console Yu Wen.

After the pearl incident, Yu Wen’s face had been downcast on the desk, silent, seemingly in tears.

However, Cui Yu mistook Jiang Yanan’s look as disappointment in him. In a rush, he decided to salvage his image in Jiang Yanan’s eyes.

Watching Meng Gui spinning a book, he felt disdainful. Spinning a book was not an impressive skill. It’s something anyone could learn with little practice, and even if Meng Gui spun it well, it was not a big deal.

After all, Dan Kaiquan, Jiang Ning, and Ma Shicheng could all spin books.

It just shows that book spinning is ultimately a low-barrier, low-ceiling skill.

Such behavior was beneath Cui Yu’s standards. If he was to spin something, it had to be amazing, something to stun everyone in the room.