Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 192 - 173 Scared Me
Chapter 192: Chapter 173: Scared? Me?
Chapter 192: Chapter 173: Scared? Me?
Guo Kunnan came back with a mirror in his hand.
“Brother Nan, are you out of your mind?” Wang Longlong shouted.
“What’s up with you, Kun Nan?” Cui Yu asked.
Guo Kunnan didn’t respond. He opened the small mirror and took a look at himself.
The boy in the mirror was dark-skinned, with a slight rascally charm and a bit of silliness that combined into a strange face.
He wasn’t sure whether he could be considered handsome. To get a real answer, he sought opinions:
“Cui Yu, what do you think of my looks?”
“Huh?” Cui Yu was confused. What the heck was this all about?
He always felt that Guo Kunnan was off today.
However, since the other party appeared serious, Cui Yu thought for a second before answering:
“You’re better-looking than Meng Gui.”
“Damn.” Meng Gui couldn’t accept it, smearing his standing ten-centimeter hairstyle, “I’m clearly very handsome, alright?”
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Guo Kunnan asked a lonely question. He then asked Wang Longlong:
“Brother Long, do you think I’m handsome? Where do I rank among the boys in our class?”
Wang Longlong was always reliable. He said:
“The best-looking boys in our class are Huang Zhongfei and Jiang Ning. You have no objections, right?”
Although he disliked the class president, speaking objectively, the class president truly was handsome and dashing, standing out like a tall tree in the wind.
Cui Yu agreed: “No problem.”
“The class president and Jiang Ning are real heartthrobs.”
Guo Kunnan looked to the front row. Jiang Ning was discussing a problem with Bai Yuxia while Chen Siyu leaned in to listen.
In terms of looks, his crush Manman didn’t compare to Bai Yuxia, yet Jiang Ning could face Bai Yuxia with ease, and even in terms of grades, he utterly crushed her.
Guo Kunnan felt even more defeated.
“Next up in the running for handsomeness, Yang Sheng.”
“Any objections?”
A few boys in the back row made bitter faces as soon as they heard the name.
Yang Sheng was a girl who sported short hair, was more handsome than the boys, and prettier than the girls – it just wasn’t fair.
“Next, Dong Qingfeng followed by the pretty boy Chen Qian.”
“Also, the sports committee member Zhang Chi and Brother Nan.”
Wang Longlong was very objective, and he added: “If this year there are no more handsome male students joining our class when the high school second-graders are split into science classes, then Brother Nan will still hold a spot in the top ten.”
Meng Gui felt unconvinced in his heart. He always thought that he was the most handsome. He couldn’t bring himself to jump out and argue because voting for the best-looking guy always seemed embarrassing.
Forget it, he, Meng Gui, would rely on talent to succeed.
After hearing Wang Longlong’s explanation, Guo Kunnan felt much better. He looked towards Dong Qingfeng and the others, and suddenly felt he wasn’t too bad and there was no need for self-doubt.
‘Maybe I could try being honest with Manman.’
‘I have a foundation of emotional connection with her. Who knows, it might work out?’
…
After some haggling, Pang Jiao returned, her efforts bearing fruit.
She took the mirror and went back to her seat.
The moment she sat down, both Pang Jiao and Zhang Yifei took out their mirrors and began to primp, occasionally letting out terrifying laughter.
Wu Xiaoqi couldn’t bear it any longer. He made a snide comment:
“It’s quite fitting for you to buy a mirror.”
What he really meant was, look at that monstrous face of yours!
Wu Xiaoqi didn’t dare to say it outright and could only express it metaphorically in this manner. After saying it, he even thought he was quite smart; so clever, indeed.
Pang Jiao didn’t catch Wu Xiaoqi’s insinuation. She usually ignored her new desk-mate, but now that he had said something seemingly normal, Pang Jiao gaped and replied:
“Your basketball is quite fitting for you, too.”
Wu Xiaoqi’s face immediately changed, interpreting Pang Jiao’s words as mockery.
Mockery of his dreams.
His dream of playing basketball was not to be trifled with.
Wu Xiaoqi clenched his fists. He had to teach her a lesson.
Pang Jiao didn’t care about him at all and went back to discussing makeup with Zhang Yifei.
Wu Xiaoqi’s eyes lingered on Pang Jiao and Zhang Yifei for a few seconds, calculating whether he would stand a chance if it really came to a fight.
The odds were zero.
Pang Jiao was not only good friends with Zhang Yifei but also got along well with other girls like Wang Yan Yan. If a fight broke out, he would be ganged up on.
Although Wu Xiaoqi was crazy, he wasn’t crazy every second of every day.
He looked at the sturdy Song Sheng next to him.
Wu Xiaoqi contemplated if he could sway Song Sheng to his side, might he then stand a chance in a fight?
…
After the evening study session, school was dismissed.
Jiang Ning hauled Xue Yuantong along.
“Wake up, we’re home.”
Xue Yuantong opened her eyes; the light was too dazzling. It took her a couple of seconds to rub her eyes and get off Jiang Ning’s hand.
Jiang Ning caught her arm again.
“Let’s go.”
He led the drowsy Xue Yuantong, guiding her out of the classroom.
Yang Sheng leaned against the wall, a few strands of hair falling over his forehead, his side profile strikingly handsome.
“Jiang Ning, join us.”
Recently, Yang Sheng had been riding his mountain bike home and discovered that his route coincided with Jiang Ning’s, which made it convenient to ride together for a stretch.
Jiang Ning turned to the left, descending the stairs next to Class 1.
School had just ended, and a few students from Class 1 came out, turning their gaze toward Jiang Ning.
A tall, skinny boy holding a little girl’s hand, with a cool girl following beside them; what kind of divine combination was this?
Moreover, they recognized the girl; she was Xue Yuantong, the top student in the entire city.
“Holy shit, the top student of the city got taken away.”
By the time they reached the ground floor, Xue Yuantong finally woke up completely and realized that school was out.
However, Xue Yuantong was feeling lazy; letting Jiang Ning hold her arm meant she could save some effort, so she simply didn’t pull away.
After they exited the school gate, Xue Yuantong obediently sat in the back seat, reminding him,
“Jiang Ning, chauffeur me back to the palace.”
“…Say that again, and I’ll make you get down and push.”
“Hmph, I’ll push you so fast you’ll fly,” Xue Yuantong retorted without yielding an inch.
Of course, Jiang Ning didn’t really make her push the bike.
The night was cold; after 9:30 PM, there were very few pedestrians on the streets.
The two mountain bikes rode side by side.
Yang Sheng was exceptionally fit and rode quite fast, soon reaching the fork near the river dam.
She waved her hand and rode off alone into the chilly night.
Jiang Ning watched that free-spirited figure before steering his bike towards the river dam.
…
Late at night, twelve o’clock.
Jiang Ning sat cross-legged on the bed, cultivating his Divine Sense.
Suddenly, the QQ sound alert for special attentions on his phone rang.
It was something Xue Yuantong had set up after getting hold of his phone, in exchange, she had also set Jiang Ning up as a special attention contact for her.
“Jiang Ning, I can’t sleep.”
Separated by just a wall, Xue Yuantong snuggled in her blanket, texting Jiang Ning.
“Why didn’t you wake me up during the evening self-study when I fell asleep?” she accused.
Jiang Ning replied, “Last time I woke you, what did you say? If I touched you again, you’d bite me to death; how could I dare?”
Xue Yuantong stretched her foot out from under the blanket; the room was toasty warm, almost stiflingly hot:
“Don’t you usually ignore what I say anyway?”
To better reprimand Jiang Ning, Xue Yuantong suggested,
“Let’s talk with voice messages then.”
The voice call feature on QQ mobile had only been released last month, and Xue Yuantong really enjoyed this feeling of making calls for free.
After Jiang Ning connected, crumbly voices came through the phone.
First, she pointed out Jiang Ning’s mistakes, then told him what he should do in the future when she fell asleep.
In summary, it was all about her logic.
Jiang Ning turned on the speaker and placed it on the blanket, continuing his cultivation while he listened.
After Xue Yuantong spoke for a while, Jiang Ning did not argue back; she felt invincible and asked,
“Jiang Ning, what are you up to?”
“Me? I’m playing rock-paper-scissors with myself in the mirror, and I’ve actually won several rounds,” said Jiang Ning.
“Hehe, Jiang Ning, you’re so silly.”
“Huh?” Xue Yuantong suddenly realized something, and her voice froze.
Playing rock-paper-scissors in the mirror should result in a draw, right?
She silently withdrew her foot from outside the blanket.
Jiang Ning teased her, “What’s wrong? Not scared, are you?”
“Ridiculous, would I, Xue Yuantong, be scared?”
“Really? Shall I tell you another thing about me and the mirror?”
“I’m, I’m going to sleep, good night.”
Xue Yuantong in the next room quickly hung up the phone.
Jiang Ning scanned over with his Divine Sense and found her curled up tightly in the blanket.
‘Should I tease her with a spell?’
‘Forget it, she’d faint from fright.’
Jiang Ning, through the wall, set up a calming and mind-soothing array for Xue Yuantong.
