Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 620 - 389 Flickering Candlelight_2

Despite the girl with the glasses being quite pretty, beauty can’t fill your stomach!

Zhang Chi, nearly broke enough to consider robbing a bank, raised his voice in challenge, "You’re trying to scam me, aren’t you? With such a slight drop, how could it possibly smash your phone?"

Zhang Chi’s volume was so loud that it drew the attention of all the students in Class 8.

In the classroom, Yu Wen commented, "Isn’t that Zhuo Na from our table?"

Having seen this, Dong Qingfeng said solemnly, "Let’s go out and take a look."

Thus, in the corridor, a crowd of onlookers quickly gathered.

Zhuo Na, faced with someone like Zhang Chi who knew no limits, had no way to deal with him, and could only repeat:

"My phone was fine just now. It only smashed after you bumped into it and it fell!"

Girls are naturally at a disadvantage, which drew the sympathy of the nearby students.

Zhang Chi scoffed and, to clear himself of suspicion and confirm the fact that the other party was faking it, he took out his own phone, full of pride:

"How can that be possible? My phone has fallen many times and nothing has happened, see for yourself."

He let go, and his phone "smack" dropped onto the ground.

When he picked it up, the screen was shattered.

Zhang Chi cursed under his breath, "Damn it."

The surrounding students were stunned. What kind of move was that?

Zhang Chi’s face changed colors, unable to find a way down from the stage. He defended himself, "Maybe it’s because it fell at the wrong angle. Brother Gang, lend me your phone again."

...

The second class in the afternoon was math with Mr. Gao Heshuai.

His voice was loud and resonant, echoing through the room, with the ceiling fan spinning whoosh whoosh whoosh as if answering his call.

Summer, the hot weather, and the afternoon especially made it easy to feel fatigued. Xue Yuantong had fallen asleep, and to prevent sunburn, Jiang Ning had covered her head with two light homework books.

Wu Xiaoqi in the last row sat motionless, his eyes barely open, seemed to be paying attention to the lesson, but his consciousness had long been asleep.

When Mr. Gao Heshuai posed a question, only a couple of students answered while most were drowsy.

Mr. Gao Heshuai got angry and called two students to answer a question, one of them being Zhang Chi.

He didn’t get it right and was rewarded with having to stand for the rest of the class. The classmates instantly woke up.

Instead of going back to the lesson, Mr. Gao Heshuai threw his chalk down and with a sarcastic tone said:

"I find our school’s students quite interesting. They’re no good at studying, and they’re a complete mess at everything else!"

"A person should be good at at least one thing, right? But no, you guys, just loafing about all day, lazy and incompetent, can’t even tell one grain from another!"

While he spoke, his disdainful gaze wandered among a few students.

Zhang Chi was one of them.

A flame of anger flared up inside him; he had broken someone’s phone before class, and in his attempt to prove a point, smashed his own phone too. He had a pent-up fury within.

Zhang Chi stiffly asked, "Mr. Gao, can you tell me what the five grains are?"

Mr. Gao Heshuai: "Rice, millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans."

After answering, Mr. Gao Heshuai asked, "Do you have any other questions?"

Zhang Chi: "No, that’s all."

...

After school in the afternoon.

Like always, Guo Kunnan dashed out of the classroom.

Jiang Ning, on the other hand, was slowly heading to the cafeteria with Xue Yuantong and Geng Lu.

The setting sun dipped the campus in a layer of red; among the afterglow of the twilight, students strolled around the campus in small groups.

A gentle evening breeze came through, dissipating the fatigue of an afternoon spent listening to lectures, and also dispelling Xue Yuantong’s sleepiness.

She was now especially alert. What could be more delightful than sleeping in class on a hot summer afternoon?

Xue Yuantong took a deep breath of the evening air; she caught only the faint scent of the grass and trees, not tonight’s dinner from the cafeteria.

Yang Sheng saw the two with empty hands and wondered, "Jiang Ning, where’s your and Tongtong’s lunchboxes? Did you forget to bring them?"

Jiang Ning replied, "Teacher Guo Ran took them for me."

Chen Siyu was slightly shocked, "She’s eating with your lunchbox?"

Chen Siqing: "She’s eating two bowls?"

Jiang Ning denied: "No."

Soon, they arrived at the cafeteria, and tonight’s meal was just as rich as always, with three dishes on the table.

Chen Siyu: "I’ll go get some steamed buns. Sister, can you get me some mung bean soup?"

A bowl of mung bean soup in summer was perfect for cooling down and incredibly delightful; it seemed the school cafeteria’s chefs really knew their stuff.

Jiang Ning looked towards the barrel of mung bean soup; Teacher Guo Ran wasn’t there, so he expanded his "Divine Sense," searching for Teacher Guo Ran’s location.

"You wait here for me," he said to Tongtong, leaving to find Teacher Guo Ran.

In the northwest corner of the cafeteria, Jiang Ning sat at an edge table and saw Guo Ran.

While she was eating, her hair was tied up revealing a flawless profile, and her clothes made her barely distinguishable from a high school sophomore, except she exuded an extra bit of serene beauty.

"There you are, I got it ready for you," Guo Ran said with a gentle smile, "and even added some sugar."

"Thanks," Jiang Ning picked up his meal box.

Guo Ran tapped on the table, "We haven’t had a chat in a long time. Come to the office after evening self-study next time, I’ll help you review chemistry."

Jiang Ning agreed and then left with two meal boxes.

Thanks to Teacher Guo Ran for getting the meal in advance, Jiang Ning avoided the queue, greatly increasing his efficiency.

He was the first to return to his seat.

Xue Yuantong took a big gulp of mung bean soup and was extremely satisfied.

Once everyone had arrived, table 29 began their meal.

Chen Siyu commented, "I can’t believe the food is so good even in the evening."

There were three dishes on the table: cold edamame, tomato and egg, minced meat with hot peppers, and a small basket of juicy pan-fried dumplings.

Tang Fu expressed her concern, "I’m even worried that the school might lose money."

Yang Sheng remembered, "I think we only pay four yuan each for dinner, right?"

"Eight people, that’s only 32, and these dishes, at a restaurant outside, would cost more than 32, plus there’s steamed buns and mung bean soup," she analyzed.

Xue Yuantong confidently said after listening, "They definitely won’t lose money, buying vegetables is very cheap."

"Like these edamame, they’re only a little over one yuan per pound, and the eggs, only 0.3 yuan each..." She accounted for all the dishes on the table, and finally concluded that the cost of these dishes was only about five or six yuan.

Chen Siyu’s eyes widened in shock, "Is the food really that cheap?"

"Of course," Xue Yuantong affirmed, "I used to cook a lot at home."

Geng Lu testified, "I guarantee, food made by Tongtong is super delicious!"

The last time she and Jiang Ning went to catch shrimp by the river, it was the best spicy crawfish Geng Lu had ever tasted.

Enjoying the worshipful gaze of the twins, Xue Yuantong found the meal even more delicious.

Bai Yuxia tasted the edamame. The edamame wasn’t shelled, just had the two ends trimmed, steamed, and then mixed with sauce, providing a unique flavor.

Hundreds of students dining together, with ceiling fans overhead offering waves of cool breeze. Gao Heshuai maintained order at table 27 for a while, making sure no one dared challenge his authority, before he began eating his own meal.

Zhang Chi was seriously pissed, "Does he think he’s better than us?"

His table-mate, Shi Qianjin glanced at him, thinking to himself, ’don’t you have any self-awareness?’

Everything in the cafeteria had been normal, but halfway through the meal, suddenly, the lights went out, and the hall’s lighting plunged into darkness.

It wasn’t completely dark yet outside, so the hall wasn’t totally pitch black, but it still startled all the present students, with discussions erupting everywhere, and the entire hall buzzed.

"Power’s out, Jiang Ning," Xue Yuantong announced.

"Uh-huh, no big deal," Jiang Ning replied.

Bai Yuxia had intended to get another bowl of mung bean soup, but now with the dim surroundings, she had to give up the idea.

Director Yan went to the back kitchen to understand the situation, and soon a teacher came out with a lamp, announcing, "We have a power outage, students, please don’t make noise, stay seated and be calm!"

The teacher placed the lamp at the window, and instantly, a beam of light illuminated the area.

Some people were under the light, unaffected, while others were still in the dark.

Chen Siqing suggested, "Let’s hurry up and finish eating, then go back to the classroom."

"Okay, sounds good," Chen Siyu ate quickly. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

After a bit over a minute, Shan Qingrong came over with a bag, lit a candle at table 29, and dripped a couple of wax drops on the table to secure it.

The tiny flame illuminated the meal on the table.

At table 26.

Guo Kunnan looked around, candlelights from various tables flickered on, their gentle glow replacing the fading sun.

He suddenly felt an inexplicable romance.

Lu Yaya, sitting next to him, had her face lit up by the candlelight, and he suddenly remembered a line from a poem: "The beauty of her face mirrors peach blossoms in bloom."

However, Guo Kunnan couldn’t recall the rest of the poem.

...

Geng Lu leaned close to Jiang Ning, with her head down, she whispered softly, "Do you know about candlelight dinners?"

Jiang Ning was taken aback, then replied, "Yes."

"Does it seem like one?" she asked.

The others at the table were eating, Tang Fu took a sip of mung bean soup and fanned herself,

"It’s so hot, why don’t they turn on the ceiling fans?"

Chen Siyu looked at her dumbfounded, unable to comprehend why Tang Fu, despite her height, could be so clueless.

She said matter-of-factly, "Of course they can’t, wouldn’t the fans blow out the candles?"