[{"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-432":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},548761,797,"Chapter 432: 302: The Wonderful Method","rebirth-slice-of-life-cultivation-chapter-432",432,"\u003Cp>Chapter 432: Chapter 302: The Wonderful Method\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, do chickens actually have athlete’s foot or not?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer isn’t important.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Wu Xiaoqi blurted out the question, he immediately regretted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Pang Jiao’s action of nibbling on chicken feet slowed down a beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That beat was so conspicuous that Wu Xiaoqi felt as if his own heartbeat had slowed as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time and space around him seemed to have stopped, and with Pang Jiao’s mouth crammed with fragmented chicken feet bones, Wu Xiaoqi could see the stark white bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And also, Pang Jiao’s man-eating gaze shifting toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How he wished that time could flow backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He once had the chance to sleep well, right before him, but he didn’t cherish it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If heaven gave him another chance, Wu Xiaoqi swore that he would never utter those words to this valiant woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there was a time limit, he would keep silent for the rest of his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, life is a game that cannot be rewound, just like the three-point shots that Wu Xiaoqi took on the basketball court.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No regrets after the ball is released.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xiaoqi’s thoughts ultimately couldn’t outrun time, as Pang Jiao’s enormous head turned toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Jiao swallowed the chicken feet in her mouth and, in a fury, slammed her phone down on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom!” A loud noise reverberated in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shockwave even pushed Wu Xiaoqi’s hair back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The students sitting close by were almost scared enough to jump up!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!” Yu Wen and Jiang Yanan screamed out, fragile and helpless, making Dong Qingfeng’s heart soften.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Chen Qian at the very front, his hand holding the pen, trembled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xiaoqi watched as a tiny crack formed on the surface of the sturdy wooden desk – it wasn’t just a crack but a soon-to-erupt abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held onto his basketball even more tightly, as only that could bring some comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Class Monitor Huang Zhongfei stood up from the lectern and asked with a deep breath,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pang Jiao, what’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Jiao glared at Wu Xiaoqi, “He just started trouble with me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhongfei inquired, “What kind of trouble?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As I was eating chicken feet, he asked if the chicken had athlete’s foot. Class Monitor, tell me if I should slap him?” Pang Jiao stood her ground, defiant as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Jiao’s words, as expected, stirred up a buzz of whispers in the class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Longlong gasped, “Today Xiao Qi is really brave, actually daring to provoke Pang Jiao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Kunnan commented, “Indeed, he’s usually so quiet in front of Pang Jiao – doesn’t dare to fart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone still remembered when Wu Xiaoqi first transferred to Class 8 – how arrogant he was, smacking his basketball around in the back rows, muffling the air and garnering complaints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he became desk mates with Pang Jiao, Wu Xiaoqi had toned it down a lot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“An evil person needs another evil person to grind him down,” Guo Kunnan sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Sheng at Wu Xiaoqi’s side was studying, previously engrossed in analyzing a difficult math problem, when suddenly disturbed by Pang Jiao’s outburst, leaving him hanging mid-thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Sheng wasn’t one to lose temper lightly. Exiting study mode, he spoke irritably,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just because someone said something about you, do you need to get so angry?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even the chicken didn’t complain about your bad breath, yet you worry it might have athlete’s foot?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entrance was an outright personal attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well cursed! Wu Xiaoqi felt a wave of relief – at that moment, he even thought of Song Sheng as a brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Jiao, so furious, pointed at Song Sheng and cursed, “You dead fat pig!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Sheng’s face instantly changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yifei sprang up, turning the tables, “Song Sheng, didn’t my Sister Jiao just say one thing to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look at your face, as if you’ve been digging coal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How can a big man lack so much magnanimity?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, Zhang Yifei’s square face beamed with smugness, a showcase of the art of language. Her sisters would surely look at her with new respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Sheng, first scolded by Pang Jiao and then taunted by Zhang Yifei, was fuming inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who was he? He was Ba Wang Song Sheng!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staring at Pang Jiao’s massive body, he retorted, “You’re the fat pig, the dead fat pig; you weigh more than I do!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Pang Jiao, nothing was more taboo than mentioning her weight. She retorted immediately, “Your mother’s fart, I’m not heavier than you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Sheng insisted, “You’re heavier than I am!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Jiao countered, “You’re heavy, you’re heavy, you’re heavy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two resumed their long-distance verbal barrage over Wu Xiaoqi’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finding himself caught in the middle, like the cream in a sandwich cookie, Wu Xiaoqi suddenly realized, ‘Am I out of the woods?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Song Sheng and Pang Jiao’s cursing intensified, Zhang Yifei joined in from time to time, and the classroom was filled with their loud, quarrelsome voices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Class Monitor Huang Zhongfei stood helplessly at the lectern, unable to intervene, his voice already drowned out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the south end of the class, Bai Yuxia silently pulled out her earphones, elegantly unwinding them and inserting them with poise to continue reading her book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her desk mate, Chen Siyu, lacked her enlightenment and was utterly absorbed in watching the fiery exchange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone in the back row tried to fish in troubled waters, shouting, “Start fighting, start fighting!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A gentleman resorts to hands, not words!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immune to distractions, Song Sheng and Pang Jiao’s argument miraculously stayed on track, revolving around obesity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Cui Yu’s cosmos burst forth as he blurted out,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know who’s heavier!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that statement, Song Sheng, Pang Jiao, and Zhang Yifei all simultaneously turned to look at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The class’s focus converged on Cui Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Yu sensed that it was his time to perform; he straightened his collar and hair before clearing his throat, putting on a show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pang Jiao glowered at him fiercely, “Cui Yu, if you don’t give me an explanation today, I’ll tear you to pieces!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having clashed with Pang Jiao before and with that experience under his belt, Cui Yu wasn’t so fearful, and if he dared to act, it meant he was fairly confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He called out, “Yu Zhu, Yu Zhu, where’s your scale? Hurry up and weigh them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Yuzhu, a character in Class 8, had all sorts of things, and a small scale, as per Cui Yu’s expectation, was certainly not out of reach.\u003C\u002Fp>",1084,"2026-05-30T14:39:42.569Z","2026-06-01T04:31:29.709Z",1,"novelbin.me","07b764006d714556afc3a67529e54923a782bb658d28371e4eb6c97eee2770c0","rebirth-slice-of-life-cultivation-chapter-433","rebirth-slice-of-life-cultivation-chapter-431",1809,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Frebirth-slice-of-life-cultivation-cover.jpg"]