Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 606 - 383 You Go Do the Laundry

Class 8.

Duan Shigang’s courageous move shocked everyone, even Cui Yu found it unbelievable.

He had to admit, Brother Gang, was the most defiant person he had ever seen in his life.

Meng Gui was also excited. What kind of classroom drama play was this? He was here to study, not to watch this kind of scene. Therefore, Meng Gui eagerly shouted,

"Move your mouth quickly!"

Wang Longlong: "Lick fast, I want to see!"

Guo Kunnan excited: "Hurry, hurry!"

Hu Jun: "Lick it quickly!"

Sitting in the back row, Wu Xiaoqi, holding a basketball and standing proudly atop a desk, saw his earlier unaccomplished feat now fulfilled by Duan Shigang.

The chanting erupted sporadically throughout the classroom as everyone waited, expectantly.

Not a single person stepped in to stop the fight!

Decay of social morals, loss of virtue.

In the south of the classroom, Chen Siyu flushed red, muttering under her breath, "That’s too low, in broad daylight!"

She sneakily looked at her deskmate and realized she was watching as well.

Bai Yuxia criticised, "Indeed."

The classroom was a place for learning, sacred and honorable, not for things like this.

They both held disdain in their hearts, yet they did not avert their eyes, slightly tiptoeing to watch the drama unfold.

For Duan Shigang at that moment, it was like tumbling from heaven into hell, feeling cold all over, believing that this world, this class, was too full of demons and monsters.

If he hadn’t seen it, Wang Yanyan’s black stockings might have been attractive, driven by the thought of taking advantage, Duan Shigang was very brave.

That was until he leaned in toward Wang Yanyan’s leg and took a closer look, spotting the dense, layered leg hair, he was startled as if he had seen a ghost.

The next moment, Duan Shigang exclaimed in horror, "Oh my God!"

He recoiled, quickly scrambling to his feet with horror on his face, scared out of his wits.

Cui Yu was disappointed, wondering what was going on, Brother Gang was not living up to expectations.

A sigh of disappointment spread through the classroom.

Wang Yanyan: "Ah, you dare to run, you owe me for my skirt!"

Pang Jiao threatened, "Do you want to die?"

Daring to bully her sister, not apologizing, still playing them and considering the new grudge on top of the old, Pang Jiao’s rage had reached its peak.

She reached her massive head across the desk, her mouth a volcanic eruption, molten saliva exploding.

Duan Shigang’s fighting instincts remained as he performed a space slide, moving backward to avoid the attack.

In the back row, Wu Xiaoqi, seeing this scene, couldn’t help but wince, having once been splashed by Pang Jiao’s acid.

Those memories flooded back, and Wu Xiaoqi wiped his face, feeling unclean.

Duan Shigang’s slight retreat wounded Pang Jiao’s pride, and she bellowed:

"You dare to dodge!"

Blinded by hatred, her thick fingers clutched the desk and flung it away, her burly frame charging at Duan Shigang.

The desk filled with books was sent flying, Pang Jiao’s strength immense as the desk smashed toward the students in the north of the classroom.

There were cries of alarm from the north, where students had been mere spectators, never expecting to become collateral damage.

Just as an accident seemed imminent, Yang Sheng abruptly lifted his tracksuit leg and flicked it up, blocking the desk with a "thump."

That straight, resilient leg left the surrounding students stunned.

They were safe?

With a "bang bang bang," books scattered from the desk hole to the ground, and the desk crashed down.

Yang Sheng coolly withdrew his leg, his short haircut and expressionless profile saying nothing. Yet that display of valor astonished many classmates.

Meng Gui, who had been fanning the flames of the fight between Pang Jiao and Duan Shigang, was suddenly captivated by the scene.

He used to love Jiang Yanan, then upon seeing Jiang Yanan’s close friend Mu Ying, he fell for Mu Ying.

Now, seeing Yang Sheng’s figure, Meng Gui’s affections were nearly swayed once more.

As Pang Jiao and Duan Shigang’s battle was about to erupt, class monitor Huang Zhongfei swiftly entered the classroom.

He sighed at the familiar sight.

Huang Zhongfei felt numb, "It’s only the first period, what are you fighting for?"

Then, experienced in managing chaos, he said, "Stop fighting, I just came from the office, class meeting in the first period, clean up now!"

Even Pang Jiao, who was a law unto herself, could not face the class teacher head-on, and, trembling her muscular arm, she issued a threat:

"If you don’t explain yourself before school ends today, don’t imagine going home tonight!"

With that, she went to sort out the desks.

Then Cui Yu jumped in to play the good guy: "Pang Jiao, you can fight all you want, but it’s wrong to hurt classmates. Look at the desk you threw just now!"

Cui Yu incited everyone, "Pang Jiao, that was going too far!"

Pang Jiao disdainfully replied, "What’s it to you?"

Cui Yu: "It may not be my business, but I want to stand up for our classmates. You’re in the wrong!"

With Cui Yu leading the charge, a bunch of students immediately rebuked Pang Jiao, Huang Zhongfei made a gesture, "Everybody, quiet down, otherwise if it gets serious, the class teacher would definitely have something to say."

Cui Yu, holding the moral high ground, was eager for this chaos to reach the class teacher.

"Pang Jiao, if you don’t come clean, I’ll show the class teacher the video from just now!" He waved his phone, prepared to incriminate Pang Jiao, recording without honor this time.

Pang Jiao’s expression finally changed. Last time, she was taken to the police station for beating a scammer. There, she was educated and learned about the iron fist; her attitude toward authority shifted.

Just as Pang Jiao found herself in a dilemma,

Wang Yanyan suddenly screamed, "Yah!" She accused, "Cui Yu, you shameless person, secretly filming me while I lift my skirt!"

She frantically accused Cui Yu, casting herself as the victim.