Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation

Class 8, Grade 11.

Math teacher Gao Heshuai strode into Class 8, and with his majestic figure, all noises faded away, everything returned to tranquility.

He scanned the room, locking his gaze on Wu Xiaoqi at the back row of the classroom.

Due to waking up at 4 AM daily for basketball and long-term lack of sleep, Wu Xiaoqi always caught up on sleep during class.

Gao Heshuai's facial muscles twitched as he loudly said: "Wu Xiaoqi, wake up!"

His voice echoed in the classroom, yet Wu Xiaoqi remained sound asleep, with drool freely flowing and winding over his textbook.

Gao Heshuai shouted again, and the loud sound reached the adjacent Class 9, shaking transfer student Ji Xuan, "Are all teachers at Fourth Middle School this aggressive? Pre-dawn scolding of students."

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Gao Heshuai yelled several times more, so much that the entire class had headaches, even he himself took a deep breath, getting a bit tired from shouting, yet still couldn't wake Wu Xiaoqi.

In his anger, Gao Heshuai wanted to give Wu Xiaoqi a beating, but regrettably, in the current campus environment, beating students is not allowed, otherwise, being exposed would surely affect his career.

Suppressing his fury, Gao Heshuai said: "Miao Zhe, shake him awake!"

Miao Zhe adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, appearing somewhat refined.

He used to wear old-style plastic black-frame glasses, but after consulting Lu Qiqi's transformation tips, his appearance changed drastically.

Miao Zhe didn't shake him, instead he called: "Wu Xiaoqi."

Gao Heshuai frowned, 'What do you mean, are you slacking off too?'

Miao Zhe then continued: "Get up, it's time for basketball."

Wu Xiaoqi instantly woke up, jumped out of his seat, looking around with urgency: "Did someone call me for basketball?"

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Gao Heshuai roared: "Get out!"

Wu Xiaoqi grabbed a basketball: "Fine, I'll leave."

He took himself to a PE class again.

Watching his back, Gao Heshuai was trembling with anger, with trembling hands, pointed at the students of Class 8, blaming them:

"Your generation is spoiled, can't be hit, can't be scolded!"

It took him a good two to three minutes of scolding before he started the lesson.

Gao Heshuai's class atmosphere was extremely serious; even Cui Yu and Meng Gui didn't dare to watch movies, rather they played foolish tic-tac-toe with a ballpoint pen on a draft notebook.

In contrast to their idleness, Cao Kun was half-seriously attending the class.

Although his class was broken up and he didn't make it to the experimental class, his personal academic results were definitely in the upper-middle tier of the grade, no problem with the second-tier universities, first-tier universities depended on luck.

While listening to the lecture, Cao Kun suddenly noticed Meng Zi Yun on his right appeared a bit uncomfortable, she was restless, and her expression was unnatural, with a hint of embarrassment and shyness.

Cao Kun, being Meng Zi Yun's admirer, after over a year together, believed he understood Meng Zi Yun very well.

With a bit of thinking, the knowledge he had learned popped into his mind.

Based on his understanding of Meng Zi Yun, 'She must be having her period.'

A faint hunch appeared in Cao Kun's mind, it was correct, it must be correct.

At this moment, like hundreds of boats joining a great current, Cao Kun realized his awaited opportunity had finally arrived.

His gaze passed over Qiang Li and Song Sheng in front, landing on the back of Dong Qingfeng's head at a diagonal.

'In my life, I have two enemies, one is myself, the other is Dong Qingfeng, they are both my nightmares.' Cao Kun told himself.

In former Class 5, he was the most dazzling boy in the class, no man could contend with him, Meng Zi Yun was destined to be his.

But upon arriving in Class 8, the world changed, Dong Qingfeng's threatening presence was pressing, he dreamt more than once that Meng Zi Yun slipped from his embrace down into Dong Qingfeng's.

From that moment, he painfully lost his love.

At this moment, Cao Kun asked himself, 'Do I still have a chance?'

'The chance is right now!' Cao Kun received a response from the void, 'He should do something to win back Meng Zi Yun's heart.'

Cao Kun slowly raised the textbook in his hand, covering his handsome face, and the ox-like eyes of Gao Heshuai.

Meng Zi Yun looked over in surprise, as did Guo Kunnan on her right, also feeling puzzled.

Cao Kun observed Meng Zi Yun from the corner of his eye, seeing her looking at him, Cao Kun's hand started trembling, he began to fear, wanting to retreat, but, thinking of Dong Qingfeng, his resolve hardened.

'In my life, I have been treading on thin ice, now, I want to break the ice and proceed!'

Cao Kun swung his fist, fiercely hitting his own nose, "Bang!" a dull thump sounded.

Guo Kunnan and Meng Zi Yun gaped, 'Is he mad or what?'

In the next moment, tears streamed down Cao Kun's face from the hit he gave himself.

At the same time, nosebleed poured out of his nostrils, bright red.

Cao Kun wiped away his tears, raised his hand to interrupt Gao Heshuai's lecture: "Teacher, my nose suddenly started bleeding, I'm going to the infirmary to handle it!"

Gao Heshuai, feeling bewildered, still allowed it when the student got hurt.

Excitedly leaving, Cao Kun rushed to the washroom to rinse his nose, then dashed to the campus mini-mart, picking up a pack of sanitary napkins for Meng Zi Yun.

Then, like a divine presence, returned, when he sat down, he drew the sanitary napkins from a black plastic bag, like a victorious general, excitedly handed them to Meng Zi Yun.

"Uh?" Meng Zi Yun was momentarily stunned and then realized what he did.

Cao Kun grinned brightly, then another stream of nosebleed flowed out, he hurriedly wiped it with a tissue.

Actually, Meng Zi Yun could have borrowed from someone else, but witnessing Cao Kun's gesture, she was somewhat moved, rarely feeling a bit of guilt.

'He used to be such a proud person!' Meng Zi Yun thought to herself.