Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation
Chapter 520 - 345 Performance Desire

Wu Xiaoqi's waking up and fainting were swift and powerful, leaving everyone shocked.

He did a carp flip-a maneuver that could have been brilliantly revived, only that the angle and position from which he jumped up were somewhat awkward.

He changed from a lying to standing position, regrettably, Pung Jiao was like a wall, blocking his face.

The two of them faced each other closely, like the leading actor and actress in a historical idol drama.

Wu Xiaoqi could see the freckles on Pang Jiao's face clearly, could distinctly feel the heavy breathing and intimidating eyes of Pang Jiao, conjuring up thoughts of wild beasts from the Eurasian grasslands.

The shock was so intense that he calmed down.

It was as if a human had encountered a fierce beast, the sheer difference in size making the human forget wealth and status, leaving only primal fear and awe.

Wu Xiaoqi held his breath, daring not to make a sound.

The class was as quiet as could be.

Wu Longlong, unable to contain his restless heart, commented, "At that moment, she was just 0.01 centimeters from me, but ten seconds later, she's going to kill me..."

Pang Jiao bellowed, "Wu Xiaoqi, I'm going to kill you!"

Wu Xiaoqi was bombarded, his face covered in the foul smell of saliva, reminding him of the last time he argued with Pang Jiao and suffered the same fate.

Cui Yu, standing beside them, was closest and saw clearly how Wu Xiaoqi's blood splattered onto Pang Jiao's face, and her saliva onto his.

He exclaimed, "Wow, they, they completed... the exchange of fluids!"

Just as he finished speaking, Wu Xiaoqi closed his eyes and lay back down, falling asleep again.

Hearing Cui Yu's comment, Pang Jiao was furious, "Cui Yu, are you seeking death?"

Just as chaos was about to erupt, Huang Yuzhu anxiously yelled from the corridor:

"Doctor, doctor, it's our class!"

...

Outside the school, the bell for the first morning class was about to ring.

At the snack street near the entrance, there were a few students left, munching and walking. Once classes started, the school gate of Four Middle School would close, and one could only enter after registering.

At that moment, a luxurious sedan slowly drove up, finally stopping at the school gate.

Most students noticed that this car was different from the others on the street, its body notably longer.

Only students interested in cars carefully told their peers,

"This is a Mercedes-Benz S-series, costs over a million!"

Upon hearing this, students felt it was expensive, but they couldn't grasp the significance of the number; to them, both ten thousand and a million were just large numbers.

"Mr. Qi, we've arrived," the middle-aged man reminded, got out of the car, and opened the door for Qi Tianheng.

He was Qi Tianheng's 'assistant,' transporting him to school when the weather was bad and delivering his meals.

"Oh," Qi Tianheng finally looked up from his tablet.

"Mr. Qi, have a good day!"

"Hmm." Qi Tianheng, dressed in trendy brands, stepped into Four Middle School under the clear sky.

The gentle sunlight, filtering through the trees lining the main path of the campus, bathed Qi Tianheng in comfort, completely relieving the slight fatigue from the car ride.

He looked up to see a few birds frolicking in the trees.

"After the rain, it's truly a 'Good Day.'" Qi Tianheng considered himself a cultured man, an artist, and in such a scene, he felt inspired to compose a poem, unfortunately, he had none to recite.

Qi Tianheng came from an extremely wealthy family, born at what others considered their finish line; academics were just icing on the cake for him, with university education planned overseas.

He seldom attended morning self-study as the teachers couldn't really control him.

Since he and the other students of this school were destined to be different, others studied hard for over a decade only to end up working for him.

Though he felt a sense of superiority, Qi Tianheng couldn't help but ponder—it baffled him why his poor classmates even bothered to live.

Contrarily, Qi Tianheng's life was for enjoyment.

His mood was excellent because today was the day he planned to confess his feelings to Yang Sheng.

Thinking about the 999 little stars he had painstakingly folded over many days, Qi Tianheng's lips curled into a smile.

Qi Tianheng walked leisurely like an old man on a stroll, yet there was an urgency hidden in his relaxed pace, as if the old man was heading to the plaza to dance with the prettiest neighboring granny.

The walk wasn't long, and Qi Tianheng soon reached Class 2 of the freshmen year.

Upon entering, his steps quickened; he no sooner reached his seat than ditched his previous leisure, frantically reaching into the desk hole.

But he found nothing.

Qi Tianheng's expression slightly changed, discontent in his heart, "What is Xiao Feng doing with my glass bottle? So disrespectful!"

He raised his head and called out, "Zhao Xiaofeng!"

His tone was slightly displeased.

Zhao Xiaofeng, adept at reading expressions, quickly approached, "Brother Tian, what's wrong?"

"Where's my glass bottle?"

Zhao Xiaofeng was puzzled, "Brother Tian, wasn't it in your desk hole?"

"Didn't you take it?"

"Brother Tian, how would I dare to touch it!" Zhao Xiaofeng pleaded.

Qi Tianheng believed him—after nearly a year of hanging out, he knew Zhao Xiaofeng was trustworthy.

A sense of foreboding rose in Qi Tianheng, his expression altered drastically, "Oh no, my little bottle is gone!"

Zhao Xiaofeng's face also changed, knowing how much effort Tianheng had put into folding those stars, even blistering his fingers.

Zhao Xiaofeng helped search, but finding nothing, he rushed to the lectern, asking the classmates, but the answer was still no.

Fang Qiuyue commented, "I've heard something."

She was the class monitor of Class 2, a good student with glasses, giving off a calming impression.

"I've heard other students say that our freshman year often loses things—power banks, basketballs, headphones, things like that."

"There's a thief in our school, although our class has never lost anything," Fang Qiuyue added.

Hearing this, Qi Tianheng realized his little bottle might really have been stolen!

Growing up pampered, Qi Tianheng was unaccustomed to such humiliation. The thought of the little stars he had painstakingly folded night after night gone made his blood rush to his head.

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