[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-rebirth-slice-of-life-cultivation":3,"chapter-rebirth-slice-of-life-cultivation-rebirth-slice-of-life-cultivation-chapter-1777":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},550515,797,"Chapter 1777 - 978: The Inflated One (Part 2)","rebirth-slice-of-life-cultivation-chapter-1777",1777,"\u003Cp>When Lu Qiqi heard that, she immediately laughed to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She casually flashed the Gold Ring on her finger and the gold bracelet on her wrist: \"Seriously? Then he must’ve given you tons of gifts, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Zhang Zhaodi was a bit scheming, she still quietly pulled her hand back, not wanting to show the silver ring on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Qiqi: \"Is he really tall?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One seventy‑four.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Qiqi exaggerated it: \"Oh my god, girl, are you doing poverty alleviation?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Xiao Shaoxiong, who was also 174 cm, felt personally attacked. Hearing Lu Qiqi’s tone, he was instantly pissed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like a lot of guys getting punched in the face by reality for the first time, he was triggered on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He snapped, \"What’s wrong with 174? Zhang Zhaodi is 167, 174 goes great with that, doesn’t it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Qiqi flicked her nails: \"174 is kind of short, okay? And from a visual standpoint, guys look shorter than girls.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Shaoxiong: \"How tall are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Qiqi: \"One sixty‑five.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Shaoxiong let out a cold laugh and sneered, \"You’re not even as tall as my dog when it stands up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Qiqi wasn’t scared at all. She covered her mouth and said, \"Then go date your dog, why don’t you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Shaoxiong was suffocating with frustration, and in that sudden moment he couldn’t think of any comeback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Qiqi looked at him and casually dropped, \"I just love how you’re so average yet so confident.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Shaoxiong was so upset he wanted to hit someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Qiqi went on outputting to Zhang Zhaodi: \"He hardly spends money on you, does he?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the middle of the classroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yanan kept going: \"How come you guys aren’t sitting together?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, she glanced back diagonally at Jianxi, who was wearing glasses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the \"river\" in the other row, Cui Yu was launching a harassment attempt at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Yu’s face was gentle: \"I’m not sure either, maybe she’s not familiar with us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How about I call her over?\" Yin Yu turned around, sounding warm: \"Jianxi, wanna come sit with me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jianxi took a look at Yin Yu’s face and spotted the coldness in her eyes. She said softly, \"No need, I’ll sit by myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Yu raised his eyebrows, full of energy: \"Yo, English girl, feeling lonely, empty, and cold? Wanna sit between the two of us bros? Guaranteed to be blazing hot!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Yin Yu rarely ran into someone this low‑class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Kunnan knew that Cui Yu and Meng Gui liked watching porn; that shit was blazing hot all right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Kunnan played the good guy: \"Yin Yu, don’t you dare believe him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Yu looked at Cui Yu in surprise: \"Oh? You really mean it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Yu patted the stool: \"Why the hell not?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But someone in my family works at the court, you know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Cui Yu heard that, he immediately backed off awkwardly: \"Hahaha, just kidding, just kidding.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After class, Gong Jin had just escaped the cage when she ran right into Yin Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Jin greeted her awkwardly: \"Xiao Yu, good evening!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Yu blinked: \"Do you really like war games that much?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Jin forced himself to follow up: \"Call of Duty, CF, that kind of stuff—I dabble a bit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Yu suddenly understood, then praised him: \"No wonder you love hiding behind cover so much.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Jin strongly agreed and made a speech: \"You really are sharp. According to my assessment, if I set up a heavy machine gun at that spot, with just two soldiers I could lock down this entire classroom!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yong eyed Gong Jin. If he didn’t know Gong Jin was from Class 8, he might really think the guy had a point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nobody knows this stuff, only I’m into this kind of research.\" Gong Jin kept trying to save face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Yu: \"But I think driving a tank is even cooler.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Jin waved his hand: \"No way, can’t drive, can’t drive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Yu chuckled: \"Lin Zida seems to like studying military stuff too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Jin’s expression changed. He lowered his voice: \"Wanna talk in private?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two of them walked off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dumping the trash, Chen Siyu came back to the front row and said, \"Someone in the back was talking about Tank Battle just now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tongtong lifted her little head: \"Someone wants to play Tank Battle with me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tongtong got ready to go back to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Siyu said bitterly, \"Tongtong, you slept through a whole period. Don’t you feel guilty about wasting time?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tongtong’s little face was innocent: \"No need to feel guilty about sleeping. It’s not like I’d create any value if I were awake.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing that, Chen Siyu pondered for a while and actually found it kind of true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By then Tongtong was already asleep again, so Chen Siyu turned to lecture the diligent scholar Chen Qian: \"The sea of learning has no shore; turn back before it’s too late!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Qian gave her a sidelong glance: \"You were born with wings—why crawl on your belly?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he sank right back into his own world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Siyu’s brain circuitry wasn’t like normal people’s. The moment she heard \"wings,\" her eyes lit up and she blurted, \"Jiang Ning, Yuxia, I’ve been learning dance lately, it’s like I grew a pair of wings!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, Chen Siyu did a short bit of dance moves in the open space between the podium and the front door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She might be clumsy, but she’d practiced plenty of routines with Bai Yuxia before. Plus she’d seen a lot of performances. She didn’t have seductive bones, but she did have a rubbery body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl’s dancing was graceful and elegant, and the way she boldly showed it off was like a beam of youthful light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skinny Han Wen Nuan, eyes bright, didn’t hold back her praise: \"Your street dance looks really good, better than the ones at our school gala.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Siyu was delighted: \"Thanks for the compliment, but I was doing classical dance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Wen Nuan: \"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Yuxia said, \"Not bad at all. No wonder Ai Man recruited you into the dance troupe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Wen Nuan was shocked: \"Your school even has a dance troupe?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Siyu: \"Yeah, the dance studio is super pretty, and the school just approved a bunch of new props! Have you heard about our sports meet next month? I’ll be performing then!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Wen Nuan came from a township middle school and had never seen anything like this. She could only sigh, \"That’s so nice.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too bad I don’t have any special skills.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Siyu: \"You can learn one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Wen Nuan humbly asked for advice: \"I don’t have much time, I still have to do part‑time jobs. Any special skills you recommend? No money, no time, and easy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Siyu thought for a bit and said, \"Beating a tactical retreat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Wen Nuan: ?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second period of evening self‑study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Longlong swaggered up onto the podium. As Yu Wen gradually delegated more and more, Class 8 was slowly becoming a place where everyone knew Wang Longlong but not Yu Wen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Longlong cleared his throat twice: \"Got an announcement!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The class was still a little chaotic—some people laughing, some howling—but to Wang Longlong it was just noisy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this were the old him, he would’ve just taken it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But thinking it over, he wasn’t the same anymore. He held two kinds of power now: one was Yu Wen, and the other... was also Yu Wen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Longlong’s attitude finally turned cold as he openly called people out: \"Lu Qiqi, take off your headphones. Wang Yan Yan, stop talking. Liu Chuandao, put your legs down. Cui Yu, let go of that girl!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Jing: \"Tch, Wang Longlong, can you stop looking down your nose at people when you talk?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Longlong snapped, \"Shut up! Do you even know who the class monitor is?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Jing: \"Yu Wen, obviously!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Wen was busy chasing Huang Zhongfei. She squeezed in a line: \"Wang Longlong’s acting in my place.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Longlong: \"Hear that? If you’re not convinced, you can confront Team Leader Yu in front of the homeroom teacher!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Jing backed down. As an ordinary student, she ultimately couldn’t stand up to the mighty class monitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The class quieted down a bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New student Zhong Huai thought to himself, \"The power structure in this class is kind of weird.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Siyu turned around and quietly asked, \"Why is it that once people get power, they never listen to others anymore?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She remembered that Wang Longlong used to be really mild in class, the honest, easy‑going type.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Yuxia said, \"Because as power grows, your ego swells with it...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Freshly awakened Tongtong said, \"Honestly, people never listen to others in the first place. Getting power just means they’re too lazy to pretend anymore.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uh?\" Bai Yuxia was momentarily stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the podium, Wang Longlong could hear their whispering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought to himself, \"You guys slandering me right to my face now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget it. Who told them to be on the same side as Xue Yuantong? All he could do was sigh in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>",1540,"2026-05-30T14:40:40.753Z","2026-06-01T04:31:29.709Z",1,"novelbin.me","943a3be5d73c12facce0b7dd716d3ce8468a4b9e5230ba73bab6d4c32cef7a79","rebirth-slice-of-life-cultivation-chapter-1778","rebirth-slice-of-life-cultivation-chapter-1776",1809,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Frebirth-slice-of-life-cultivation-cover.jpg"]