Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation

Chapter 1098 - 624: A Thumbs-Up for You

Chapter 1098: Chapter 624: A Thumbs-Up for You


On an early winter morning, the sky was yet to fully brighten, and the streets running from north to south were lined with breakfast shops, adding a touch of warmth to the chilly morning.


All the way south to the gate of Fourth Middle School, Director Wang from the security office, dressed in a dark green coat, stood watch, eyeing the grounds fiercely.


Next to him was Director Yan from the academic affairs office, hands behind his back, with eyes as sharp as swords. Any student daring to ride a bicycle into the school would certainly face his punishment.


The tall and robust Gao Heshuai was standing nearby, providing support for them.


The trio, known as the three kings, guarding the gate of Fourth Middle School, was every student’s nightmare.


Liu Chuandao strolled down the road in a carefree manner and, hunger-stricken, bought a spicy tofu bun, enjoying it immensely.


Seeing Director Wang’s figure from afar, he mentally cursed, and his originally steady pace instantly turned into a limp.


No choice, he had once pretended to be lame in front of Director Wang. Once you tell a lie, you must cover it up with numerous lies.


Liu Chuandao feigned his limp and approached the school gate.


Beside him, Chai Wei walked normally and upon seeing this scene, was inspired. He hurried past Liu Chuandao and also began limping along the way.


Liu Chuandao knew Chai Wei’s leg injury had healed; this was a deliberate attempt to disgust him. He cursed inwardly: ’Damn it! Once my Lightning Five-Chain Whip is mastered, and I conquer Pang Jiao and the others, I’ll whip them into breaking your leg!’


Temporarily swallowing this resentment, Liu Chuandao limped his way through the school gate.


Once inside the school, with precious little time left until morning self-study, subsequent students noticed the inspection that day and quickened their pace, afraid of getting caught for being late.


Once caught by Director Yan, known for his strictness, not only would the class lose points, you’d also be severely reprimanded.


High school is different from middle school, with the school authorities holding significant power. Frequent lateness and failure to reform could even lead to expulsion.


"Hurry up, hurry up, faster!" The students rushed into the campus in a hurry.


As this batch of students entered, Director Yan glanced at his watch; there was only one minute remaining before names could be recorded.


"Xiao Gao, you’ll be responsible for tallying the list of late students," Director Yan instructed.


Gao Heshuai promptly agreed. Although employed by the principal as a young teacher with a decent salary, Fourth Middle School was now valued by Evergreen Liquid, promising a bright future.


Director Yan once oversaw the class of President Shao from Evergreen Liquid, fostering good relations which greatly benefited future prospects.


Gao Heshuai, not young anymore, needed to plan ahead for the future.


At the back of the crowd, Ma Shicheng clutched a piece of bread and sprinted in the direction of the gate. Director Yan stood at the entrance, his eyes growing increasingly indifferent as he glanced at the ticking stopwatch.


With just 10 seconds remaining, Ma Shicheng narrowly made his way through the school gate.


Director Yan, finding this student particularly displeasing, coldly remarked: "You’ve got quite the knack for timing, huh?"


Director Yan’s imposing presence was overwhelming; any normal student facing him would undoubtedly feel an icy coldness, quivering from the encounter.


Ma Shicheng took a sip of soy milk, calmly responding: "Yesterday, I had my fortune told and was advised I’d meet someone important at this time."


With these words, Director Yan’s previously severe demeanor suddenly softened considerably. He looked somewhat puzzled, waving his hand:


"Don’t believe that stuff too much, read more books!"


Ma Shicheng narrowly escaped danger.


However, the students behind him weren’t as fortunate. All were stopped by Director Yan, their names recorded one by one; the consequences were obvious.


And at the very back of the crowd, Cui Yu from Class 8 stood like a bystander, somewhat dumbfounded by the scene.


Since learning that the girl had a son, he felt devastated, barely able to endure. He watched six movies in a row last night, until he passed out.


Waking up, he realized he’d overslept.


’Life has already hit me hard, why strike again?’


Cui Yu was unwilling to give in!


An intense feeling filled his mind, making his eyeballs reddened and hot.


He felt like flames were kindling in his eyes, blooming into flowers—one, two...


He saw the captured tardy boys, heads hung low.


He saw the captured tardy girls, with tears welling up in their eyes.


The more injustice he witnessed, the heavier his resentment grew, strengthening the unruly thought in his mind.


The woman he loved had a child, an unchangeable fact.


But whether he’d be recorded or not, was a matter of the future.


’Yesterday’s matters can’t be pursued, tomorrow’s matters are yet to be known!’ Cui Yu silently recited.


He stared fixedly at the school gate; the number of students there dwindled. He waited for an opportunity.


Cui Yu trembled with excitement; this trembling quickened his blood flow, invisibly forming one cycle after another.


He felt his body instantly warmed up!


He exhaled deeply, slowly moving his steps towards the school gate, one step, two steps, three steps, four steps, friction, friction.


Within a few meters, Gao Heshuai asked a female student: "Which class are you from? What’s your name?"


The female student dejectedly reported her name.


Gao Heshuai wrote down her name, saying, "Get ready to call your parents."


The girl’s face turned ashen.


Gao Heshuai moved his gaze, preparing to look at the next student waiting to be named.


Suddenly, sky and thunder changed!


Cui Yu fiercely stomped his foot, transforming into a mirage, kicking up dust and rushing into the campus like a mad dog.


He roared inside: ’As long as I’m fast enough, the surveillance won’t capture my shadow!’


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