Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 635 - 397: Snatch!

Summer night, barbecue stall.

"Elite self-image? You mean you think you’re an elite?" Tang Jing teased.

Cao Kun didn’t answer, but the self-pride that flitted across his face couldn’t be concealed. Elite? He always held himself in high esteem.

At the next table, Zhang Chi peeled a five-spice peanut, crunching away.

Although they had ordered the cheapest items, Pei Yujing treated every table equally, serving a small snack to each.

During the casual conversation, many first-year high school students who had just finished school passed by from the nearby street. A few minutes later, the number of people walking by began to decrease.

Jiang Ning was riding a mountain bike, with Xue Yuantong in the back seat:

"Chuchu isn’t attending the evening self-study; she gets off school as early as the little kids in the afternoon."

The day students at Yu Zhou Second Middle School could request to cancel their evening self-study. Xue Chuchu was concerned about safety on her way home in the evening, so she chose not to attend, preferring to study alone at home at night.

"You could skip it too," said Jiang Ning. Tongtong had outstanding grades, enough to meet the requirements to apply.

Xue Yuantong replied seriously, "If I went home, what about you? Would I leave you alone in the evening self-study?"

"I could never do such a heartless thing, I couldn’t abandon you!" She put on an extremely loyal front.

Privately, she thought, Jiang Ning would surely be moved by this and feel guilty towards her from now on.

In the future, during arguments, she’d have an extra leverage point.

Always holding the upper hand, suppressing him for a lifetime.

Jiang Ning pedaled past a street lamp, "You should apply for both of us."

"That won’t do," Xue Yuantong dismissed the idea, "I have to consider your studies."

"Ride faster. Chuchu’s still studying at home!" She changed the subject.

"What are you going to do at home?" asked Jiang Ning.

"I’m going to play games by Chuchu’s side."

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At the barbecue stall, Duan Shigang saw the two of them and wondered, "Isn’t that our classmate Jiang Ning?"

Zhang Chi glanced over and recognized them.

Duan Shigang: "Going home together so late, they must be in a relationship, right?"

Zhang Chi, uninterested, said, "I’ve heard Jiang Ning rented a room at Xue Yuantong’s house."

Duan Shigang: "Tsk tsk."

After about fifteen minutes, skewers were served steadily; Zhang Chi grabbed a sturdy skewer of roasted bread.

At the next table, Cao Kun was savoring the delicious lamb skewers. He introduced them to Meng Ziyun, "Sister Ma’s lamb skewers are not bad; they rank well in Yuzhou. Give it a try."

Meng Ziyun took a bite and commented, "Mmm, it’s pretty good."

Cao Kun chuckled, "Nowadays, the quality of lamb at some barbecue places isn’t great; some even use semi-finished products. The lamb here at Sister Ma’s is delivered fresh in the morning, then skewered and roasted."

"Come on, try the tendon skewers."

He was enjoying a lively conversation with the pretty girl.

Next table’s Zhang Chi gnawed on his bread, feeling a deep sense of injustice: ’Damn it!’

Duan Shigang was checking her out nonstop; Meng Ziyun had a pale face and air bangs, and he was salivating at the thought.

He whispered quietly, "Chi Zi, do you know that girl?"

Yan Tianpeng spoke up loudly, "She’s Meng Ziyun, from Class 5."

Meng Ziyun, who was eating at the time, looked up and recognized Yan Tianpeng, who recently sold small goods.

Cao Kun teased, "Tianpeng’s getting rich, huh? Life seems good."

Yan Tianpeng laughed heartily with a Jianghu-style salute, "All thanks to the support of the brothers!"

As they chatted, another two plates of skewers were served at the other table—meaty skewers, chicken wings, squid, pork rind—leaving Zhang Chi envying them intensely.

"If you ask me, let’s negotiate a transfer to a better class together," Cao Kun suggested. They couldn’t reach the experimental class, but for the other regular classes, he could ask his parents to pull some strings and perhaps choose freely.

Tang Jing smiled mischievously, "Didn’t you mention Class 8 last time?" fгeewebnovёl.com

Meng Ziyun: "Class 8 is fine."

Upon hearing this, Duan Shigang knew it was his time to chime in, boasting, "When you transfer to Class 8, I’ll look out for you guys."

Tang Jing put on an admiring act, "Wow, you’re from Class 8?"

Cao Kun glanced at Tang Jing with displeased eyes.

This woman was a nuisance. He had invited Meng Ziyun to dinner, but Tang Jing insisted on tagging along, acting like a third wheel and giving him no space to show off.

Then glancing at that pesky kid next to him, Cao Kun felt even more upset. Meng Ziyun was the girl he was interested in, was someone else trying to cut in?

They’d have to ask his opinion first.

Cao Kun: "Forget it."

Duan Shigang ignored him, speaking to Tang Jing, "I’ve got some connections in Class 8, I’ll introduce you when you come over."

The people at the two tables chatted away, while Zhang Chi kept eying their skewers. Meng Ziyun felt uncomfortable after being stared at for so long and put her skewer down.

The girl beside her, Tang Jing, leisurely finished her skewer and even licked her lips.

Seeing Zhang Chi still watching, Tang Jing glanced over their table—bread, steamed rice-cake, all hard food.

She was surprised for a moment, then understood something.

Immediately, right in front of Zhang Chi, she bit into a delicious chicken wing.

Making Zhang Chi seethe with unfairness inwardly, the world was unjust!

Suddenly, Tang Jing nudged Meng Ziyun, whispering something, and Meng Ziyun nodded.

An hour later, the barbecue ended. Cao Kun called the waiter for the bill. They had ordered all the good dishes and the meal cost just over 100.

For Cao Kun, it was still within his pocket money range.

Zhang Chi was still going at his dry roasted bread; he swore to himself that today, he’d eat Yan Tianpeng out of house and home.

At this moment, Tang Jing unscrewed a bottle of iced tea, drank the last sip, then looked at the cap and exclaimed in surprise,

"Ziyun, we won! It seems like we’ve got another free bottle."

Meng Ziyun replied, "I’m too full, I can’t drink any more."

Tang Jing agreed, "Oh, then never mind."

She casually threw the cap under the table and left with her friends.

Then, just a few steps away, Zhang Chi and Yan Tianpeng "leapt" up simultaneously and dived towards the ground, scrambling like stray dogs fighting for food.