Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 285 - 237 His Hobby

Chapter 285: Chapter 237 His Hobby

Chapter 285 -237 His Hobby

Cui Yu fell beside the table, his body slumped to the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Just now, the kick he had delivered used up all the martial power he had cultivated over sixteen years. A kick like that should have been earth-shattering.

Ordinary people wouldn’t be able to withstand such a strike.

Cui Yu asked himself, the power of that kick was definitely comparable to Jiang Ning’s peak strength.

There had been instances when Jiang Ning kicked foreign foes into the air; today, he, Cui Yu, sent Pang Jiao sprawling with a single kick, such a formidable warrior he was.

However, why did that kick he had high hopes for bring about such an absurd result?

Ruthless, it was too ruthless.

The faith in Cui Yu’s heart was nearly shattered, his gaze dimmed, and he forgot to stand up after receiving such a huge blow.

Everyone was looking at Cui Yu.

The class fell silent.

Then the classmates looked back at Pang Jiao; it was as if they were seeing her for the first time.

Even Song Sheng, who didn’t think much of Cui Yu, felt his eyelids twitch. The kick indeed carried some momentum, expressing a fierce will, recklessness, and arrogance.

And yet, it was easily neutralized by Pang Jiao.

Even Song Sheng had never seen someone as extraordinary.

Compared to Class Eight students who witnessed everything from start to finish, Song Sheng, who had been hospitalized for several months, was not very familiar with the happenings in Class Eight. He only felt Pang Jiao looked repulsive, unaware of her combat strength.

But now, it seemed that Pang Jiao could be ranked at the summit of Class Eight’s combatants.

She had even mastered the technique of overcoming force with stillness.

As everyone was amazed, in the back row in the corner to the south, Miao Zhe stood against the wall, looking over this way. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

His gaze passed over the crowd and landed on Pang Jiao.

Miao Zhe had witnessed the entire showdown between Cui Yu and Pang Jiao, yet, his expression remained unchanged.

If anyone knew Pang Jiao well in Class Eight, probably no one understood her better than he did.

He and Pang Jiao had been deskmates for an entire semester.

Every time, every time he squeezed out from behind Pang Jiao, he could feel that resilience.

What kind of resilience was it?

Like Miao Zhe running on the playground, stepping on the plastic track, experiencing its firmness and toughness.

Therefore, when Miao Zhe and Pang Jiao came to blows that day, he knew clearly that brute strength wouldn’t work miracles.

Because he wasn’t Jiang Ning, he didn’t have the power to kick someone flying with a single kick, so he chose to use his claws, and that’s how he ended up with a stalemate with Pang Jiao.

And Cui Yu?

Just a fool.

Miao Zhe continued to watch the battle; he planned to tell his beloved online girlfriend, Yun Ni, about this fight afterward.

“Is this all you’re capable of? Come on, bring it on!”

Pang Jiao roared, her thick accent infusing her words.

Behind her, Zhang Yifei, Wang Yan Yan, and others stood firm.

“Cui Yu, get up!” Meng Gui stepped forward and helped Cui Yu to his feet.

However, Cui Yu was like a puppet, letting himself be propped up, the brilliant light in his eyes, the brilliant fighting spirit, gone.

His strongest move had been used already, what could he use to win now?

Seeing this, Meng Gui hurriedly shouted,

“Wake up, Cui Yu?”

Cui Yu felt miserable. What did it matter if he gave up or not?

That was all the strength he had; unable to even defeat a woman, how could he face staying in Class Eight?

He wasn’t Jiang Ning, he was just trash.

The despair on his face was etched into Meng Gui’s heart. The last time he saw Cui Yu with such an expression was last month, when they watched a big-screen TV at his home, during a tragic scene in a drama.

“Cui Yu, someone is waiting for you,” Meng Gui called out desperately.

As he said this, everyone around heard it, and Cui Yu did too. He looked up and saw Jiang Yanan among the crowd.

Her fair face stood out so sharply, etched into his vision, adding light to his retina.

Just by glancing at you one more time in the crowd, my life reignites once more.

The power surged within Cui Yu’s body, like a car filled up with gas, and finally, he moved!

Pang Jiao strode forward, like a moving mountain, pressing down on him.

The situation was about to explode!

Wang Longlong hurried over.

Pang Jiao noticed Wang Longlong, as well as Ma Shicheng, Guo Kunnan, and Hu Jun behind him.

So, Pang Jiao arrogantly said, “Wang Longlong, do you want to meddle in this?”

Wang Longlong put on a smile, “No, no, no, don’t get me wrong, I just want to tell you, it’s better not to fight in class, it’s not a good influence.”

“Our Class Eight is not an arena!”

Huang Zhongfei said, “Right, Wang Longlong makes a good point.”

Hearing that, Wang Longlong’s smile grew even brighter. That moment, all eyes gathered on him, and Wang Longlong became the most noticeable person present.

He wasn’t quite accustomed to such a dazzling image.

Facing everyone, Wang Longlong asked, “Who agrees, and who disagrees?”

While others were looking at Wang Longlong, only he was looking towards Jiang Ning.

At this moment, Jiang Ning leaned against the wall, looking over here, while Xue Yuantong sat upright.

Occasionally, Jiang Ning would glance at the cute back of Xue Yuantong’s head. Why did one need to sit so upright to enjoy the scene?

Because Xue Yuantong was too short, there were too many onlookers in front, she was a lady, and it wouldn’t be polite to stand up, so she sat up straight. In the end, she still couldn’t see anything, as the classmates in front were standing.

As Wang Longlong looked towards Jiang Ning, the students in the class also turned their gaze towards him, remembering that when it came to fighting in this class, only what he said counted.

“Brother Ning, what do you think?” Wang Longlong asked amicably.

Jiang Ning replied blandly, “You make the decision.”

Regarding conflicts among classmates, as long as they didn’t bother him, Jiang Ning always had an indifferent attitude; after all, he was just there to watch.