Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 270 - 230 Picnic

Xue Yuantong was full of confidence: “Don’t worry. When we come back this afternoon, the school will definitely ask us to write it.”

Jiang Ning: “You really are a little clever clogs.”

Xue Yuantong bragged, “Who do you think I am?”

Chen Siyu raised another point of suspicion, “You didn’t go hiking, how could you write it?”

Xue Yuantong: “What’s so hard about that, just make it up.”

…

Below the teaching building, on the plaza, the students had formed a formation; the entire first year had 12 classes, with over six hundred students.

Homeroom teacher Shan Qingrong stood in front of Class 8, conducting roll call like a general.

Every member of Class 8 was present, with not a single one absent.

Shan Qingrong looked at the boys and asked:

“Each class should select a flag-bearer. Who wants to do it in our class?”

Carrying the flag meant being responsible for holding the big flag, leading the way at the front of the line. Although it was prestigious, it was also restrictive and would definitely be tiring after a long walk.

After a brief silence, the sports committee member Zhang Chi stepped forward, volunteering eagerly:

“Homeroom teacher, I’ll do it!”

Zhang Chi actually didn’t want to do this, but he found himself in a bind because, half a month earlier, he had been scammed out of five hundred yuan in a reselling scheme, and the money wasn’t even his own.

Specially, he had borrowed it from the class leader.

On the day he borrowed the money, many girls saw it, and everyone knew that he had borrowed a few hundred from Huang Zhongfei. Lately, some girls jokingly asked him if he had returned the class leader’s money.

Zhang Chi cursed inwardly, Damn it, I borrowed the money from the class leader, not you girls. What’s it got to do with you?

Was there really a need for so much meddling?

Originally, seeing Huang Zhongfei’s mild manner, Zhang Chi had even thought about weaseling out of repaying, but faced with the girls in his class, he really had no way out. If he dared to default on the debt, given those girls’ penchant for gossip, he would most certainly be labeled as someone who didn’t pay back his debts.

Eventually, finding no escape, Zhang Chi thought of the poverty subsidy. The high school poverty subsidy amounted to several hundred yuan, and given his family’s situation, as long as he behaved well, he was sure to get it, which would then enable him to pay back the class leader’s money.

For this reason, Zhang Chi actively sought to give a good impression, even tolerating Gao Heshuai seeking trouble with him several times—all for that few hundred yuan.

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Zhang Chi stood at the front of the line, holding up the big flag.

The troops set off, following the commands issued by the academic office, and the lines of students began moving.

Happiness and freedom radiated from the students’ faces, as if they were rushing towards a wonderful future.

Batches of formations, connected like a serpent, streamed along the wide main artery of the campus, where the small gardens on both sides teemed with spring vitality. Several statues of sika deer stood on the smooth grass.

The school broadcasting station staff, with cameras slung over their shoulders, recorded the spring scenery.

The formed serpent of students exited the school and reached the crossroads, where because the line was too long, they crossed the road in batches.

“Where’s the homeroom teacher? Have you guys seen the homeroom teacher?” Chen Siyu asked.

Now at the front of the line, leading the students, was Huang Zhongfei.

Because the homeroom teacher was missing, a bit of commotion ensued, but it didn’t last long before Shan Qingrong caught up with them on his little motorcycle.

Classmates: …

Walking for about fifteen minutes, the group arrived at the river dam.

Seldom did the students come together to the countryside, and they found the air so fresh. Faced with the vast landscapes, their oppressed moods seemed to broaden along with the horizons.

“Is your home near the river dam?” Chen Siyu asked Xue Yuantong.

“That’s right, just up ahead!” Xue Yuantong pointed.

Looking in the direction she pointed, Chen Siyu could vaguely see a row of small bungalows in the distance.

The column kept moving forward, walking on. At first, no one felt anything unusual, only a sense of novelty since the riverside scenery was fairly pleasing. However, after walking for forty minutes, groans began to emerge from the procession.

The resilient Xue Yuantong, who started off at the front of the line, fell back to the rear, walking alongside Jiang Ning.

At this point, the group was no longer as strict as when they had set out. As long as no one ran off, the teachers walking with them weren’t too strict.

Guo Ran rode her electric bicycle next to Class 8’s line.

She shouted to Xue Yuantong, “If you’re tired, hop on, and I’ll take you.”

“Not tired, not tired at all,” Xue Yuantong replied. How could she possibly indulge in such a timid act?

Even if it meant crawling, she would reach the destination. That was a life principle for Xue Yuantong.

After Xue Yuantong declined, students from Class 9 behind her called out,

“Mr. Guo, we’re so tired.”

Gao Heshuai glared at the Class 9 students and bellowed, “Good, being tired is exactly right. Comfort is for the dead!”

The Class 9 students cursed internally, wishing that Gao Heshuai would just roll down from the dam.

Jiang Ning, with his black bag slung over his back, enjoyed the sweetness of spring with a piece of candy in his mouth, given to him by Ma Shicheng.

He had previously lent money to Ma Shicheng, who used it to try his luck in a phone sale but failed the first time around.