Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 659 - 409: Expert

The last exam room.

Qi Tianheng lay on the ground cursing. Zhao Xiaofeng, who was in front, hurriedly left his seat and helped him up,

"Brother Tian, are you alright?"

Qi Tianheng dusted himself off in a sorry state and glared furiously at Pang Jiao,

"You did that on purpose just now, didn’t you? You wanna die?"

Pang Jiao’s large face was impatient, with a pair of glossy lips smothered in lipstick, she retorted mockingly, "I think you were leaning in too close, just giving you some space."

Zhao Xiaofeng seemed to have grasped the situation as he accused, "You’re fucking deliberately causing trouble, aren’t you?"

With that, he stepped forward, clenched his fist, and his arm revealed the strong muscle contours, considerably thicker than a typical student’s, with angry, glaring eyes full of menacing energy!

Ordinary students, if confronted head-on, would absolutely be intimidated.

However, Pang Jiao showed no sign of weakness. She stood up abruptly and faced off with Zhao Xiaofeng at close quarters, "You dare to falsely accuse me!"

At this moment, Zhao Xiaofeng’s face was only five centimeters away from Pang Jiao’s.

His pupils constricted in response to the stimulation, and he could clearly see the blackheads on her nose, see her freckles, see her rough skin, and see her oily lips.

He could feel the miasma from her mouth.

Zhao Xiaofeng held his breath from the fumes and complained, ’Damn, I can’t take it anymore...’

Wu Xiaoqi, in front, opened his eyes wide, watching the drama unfold without blinking.

Behind him, Duan Shigang’s reaction was much the same; both had suffered at the hands of Pang Jiao.

The entire exam room’s attention converged on this scene, everyone eager for something exciting to happen.

Further back, Zhang Yifei cheered for her friend, shouting, "Bullying a girl, are you?"

Zhao Xiaofeng found himself in a dilemma, and just then, Gao Heshuai spoke up from the lecture stand,

"What are you arguing about, we’re in the middle of an exam!"

Zhao Xiaofeng, as though granted an amnesty, took the chance to retreat, announcing, "Wait and see, I’ll find a way to deal with you later!"

Qi Tianheng, though annoyed, refrained from anger due to the teacher’s presence.

Moreover, the sight of Pang Jiao’s disgusting face, seeing it once was almost more than he could bear.

...

The first Chinese language exam ended.

A few students were discussing the answers in the corridor, "Did you write the ancient poetry? I completely forgot, damn, why is it so obscure!"

"I think I wrote it, which one are you talking about?"

"You know, that line ’With deep sighs I hide my weeping,’ how does the next part go?"

"Easy, you write ’Lamenting the many hardships of the people.’"

The students who hadn’t filled it in felt frustrated.

Others were excitedly discussing the essay.

Chen Qian returned from the washroom, shaking off the water droplets, walking steadily. As the chatter of his classmates reached his ears, a smile of Confidence played at his lips, as serene as ’I will ascend alone to the highest peak.’

The Chinese paper was not difficult, scoring 130 on this test was certain.

Even among the entire first-year cohort, he would be one of a rare few, a rarefied existence.

Only the top ten in the grade might barely be able to compete with him.

He ascended to the second floor, from Class 9’s spot, all the way east, passing by Class 8, he looked at the familiar classroom and the two water dispensers.

A poet’s sentiment began to stir within him.

"Farewell, Class 8."

When he returned as a sophomore, he would be personally invited by Class 1’s head teacher, Hu Hou, to join Class 1.

’Xue Yuantong, Jiang Ning, I’ll compete with you again then!’

Chen Qian vowed.

Man is not a plant, how can one be devoid of emotion? As Chen Qian reached Class 8’s rear, he could not contain his feelings from over a year and made to step into Class 8, to have another look at the familiar scene once more.

Suddenly, a short, slender girl with her head down and hurrying through the doorway caught his attention. She seemed to be walking too quickly and collided with the doorframe.

"Bang!"

After hitting the door, she lowered her head even more, completely covered by her hair, and Chen Qian didn’t catch a glimpse of her face.

The girl apologized in a fluster, "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that."

She spoke in a gentle and soft voice.

Then, hearing no response, she hurried through the door with her head still down.

Chen Qian was instantly intrigued, what an adorable girl, apologizing to a door, and even a study enthusiast like him couldn’t help but be protective!

Immediately after, he shook his head with a sigh on his face, cute, but so foolish.

If it were him, the moment he hit the door he could tell by the hardness that the object he bumped into was not a person, but a door!

Chen Qian was good at drawing inferences, not just by hardness, but he could also use temperature to calculate.

Because the temperature of a door differs from that of a human body.

Immediately, Chen Qian was filled with curiosity.

As everyone knows, Class 8 has an iron door; iron conducts temperature easily and changes temperature when exposed to sunlight.

So the question was, what was the temperature of the iron door now?

Is it possible to determine if one has hit a door or a person based on temperature?

Theoretical knowledge is shallow until it’s put into practice!

Chen Qian decided to investigate, so he touched the iron door.

He was someone with a rigorous scientific approach and to ensure the authenticity of data, he touched every part of the iron door, intent on examining every inch.

Passersby saw Chen Qian caressing the iron door, particularly the bright light shining behind his glasses – almost dazzling.

First they were shocked, then their expressions turned to disgust; his actions seemed lewd!

He was not even sparing the door!

Chen Qian turned a deaf ear, his thirst for knowledge overcame everything in the world.

To live is to seek the truth.

After touching the door, he still felt the method was not precise enough, so he decided to borrow a thermometer from Huang Yuzhu to thoroughly measure the iron door’s temperature.

Huang Yuzhu, not having done particularly well, wasn’t in Class 8 for the exam; Chen Qian looked for him in exam room 12.

Huang Yuzhu was flipping through a chemistry book, preparing for the next test.

After borrowing the thermometer, Chen Qian said, "Wait for me to measure the door, then I’ll return it to you."

Huang Yuzhu was puzzled, "Why are you measuring the door?"