Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 667 - 413: Hosting a Banquet

15号考场.

Exam Room No. 15.

Fan Zihan’s heart gave a violent start when he noticed Teacher Guo Ran, thinking he had been caught.

However, Teacher Guo Ran remained silent at the back of the room.

Fan Zihan’s racing heart slowed somewhat.

The ticking of the clock marked time passing, second by second; he had finished answering all the multiple-choice questions of the English exam paper. Next, he was supposed to copy the answers and then, using a bathroom break as an excuse, exit to deliver the solutions.

Because of Teacher Guo Ran’s position, Fan Zihan was completely unable to copy answers. If he couldn’t copy the answers, he would be breaking his promise to Tang Jing.

Breaking the promise...

Fan Zihan’s round face showed reluctance. How could he let down a girl’s trust?

He had clearly made an agreement with Tang Jing: as long as he delivered her the answers, she would agree to be his... wingman, and help him pursue Shang Caiwei.

Dammit!

His mind filled with images of Shang Caiwei, his classmate. What a girl she was – beautiful, kind-hearted, and adorably clueless. She seemed like a fairy, untouched by the coarse realities of the world.

Though Fan Zihan could only watch Shang Caiwei from a distance, watch her talk and interact with others, he believed that to her, everyone else was just a classmate. But he was different; he felt that he knew Shang Caiwei better than anyone else in the world, incomparable to anyone!

Shang Caiwei was everything he liked, and the way Shang Caiwei was happened to be everything he liked.

Faced with someone he liked, how could he fail to move forward!

Class 5 was on the brink of collapse, and while he couldn’t save the world, he thought, "I am willing to save you!"

Fan Zihan remembered his favorite hero, "Sword Saint," who countless times, when everything seemed lost and his teammates were disheartened, would stand alone with his sword, clutching at the chance, initiating an ’Alpha Strike’, killing, killing, killing!

Finally overcoming his fear, Fan Zihan discreetly pulled out a cheat sheet and continued with his cheating plan.

But he was too excited; his arm trembled, and the cheat sheet fluttered down to the cement floor.

Teacher Guo Ran saw everything clearly from nearby.

The flame in Fan Zihan’s heart was instantly extinguished as he fearfully picked up the cheat sheet.

Several classmates around had seen it all, and Zhang Chi accused, "You’re cheating!"

They were students of the same examination room; if Fan Zihan cheated, Zhang Chi’s rank might drop by one next time, and he insisted on strict punishment!

Teacher Guo Ran could no longer just watch; she stepped forward with furrowed brows:

"Focus on your exam; don’t get distracted."

Her personality was gentle; she didn’t want to strip him of his exam rights and was willing to give a student a chance.

However, so flustered was Fan Zihan while picking up the note, that his phone fell out of his pocket and clattered to the floor.

Zhang Chi immediately craned his neck to see if the phone’s screen was smashed.

Panicked, Fan Zihan quickly picked up both the cheat sheet and his phone.

At Fourth Middle School, students were officially not allowed to bring phones, but they were seldom searched, so students usually were bold. Yet, if a phone was discovered in class by a teacher, it was usually confiscated.

Zhang Chi accused, "Teacher, he’s playing with his phone during the exam!"

The other students looked over, and Teacher Guo Ran could no longer just watch. As a teacher, she had to maintain a certain level of discipline or the students might think they could walk all over her.

Teacher Guo Ran extended her hand, "Give it here."

Fan Zihan, feeling guilty, dared not resist and meekly handed over his phone.

Anyway, the exams were over today and she would surely return it to him.

After taking the phone, Teacher Guo Ran asked, "What’s your name? Come find me after the exam to collect your phone."

"Fan Zihan."

"Oh." After hearing this, Teacher Guo Ran, to prevent him from giving a false name, glanced at his exam paper, only to find the name "Meng Ziyun" written there.

...

The exam was over.

Class 5.

Tang Jing’s piercing voice reverberated through the classroom, her anger uncontrollable: "Why didn’t you deliver? Wasn’t that what you promised earlier?"

"Are you playing a joke on me?"

She confronted him, full of an aggressive aura.

Faced with the craziest, most untouchable girl in their class, Fan Zihan immediately became particularly cowardly:

"Teacher Guo was watching me; I couldn’t do anything, and my exam qualifications got revoked."

He had been one of the top five students in the class, supposed to take the exam in Room 4, but had taken a risk and switched places following Meng Ziyun’s suggestion.

The last exam – all for naught!

Tang Jing exploded with fury: "What business is it of Teacher Guo? Is she crazy?"

She didn’t care about Fan Zihan and Meng Ziyun’s business, but she was furious that Fan Zihan failed to deliver the answers, infringing on her interests.

After venting for a few moments, Fan Zihan was dismissed.

Later, comparing Tang Jing to the silent and gentle Shang Caiwei, he appreciated Shang Caiwei even more.

...

The final exams for the first year of high school ended.

Students from various exam centers left and returned to their classes.

It wasn’t long before the homeroom teacher, Shan Qingrong, entered Class 8, giving some reminders for the summer break, and during this time, the class reps brought the test papers back to the class to distribute them for summer homework.

Dong Qingfeng carried the bulk of them, leaving 10 test papers for each person to do over the summer break.

Some students planning to switch to arts subjects outright ignored this, knowing Gao Heshuai would not be in charge of them anymore.

Freedom at last.

Jiang Ning also handed out two chemistry test papers.

Lastly, Shan Qingrong said,

"Students, see you in September."

As her voice trailed off, just at that moment, the last brilliant rays of sunlight slanted through the classroom’s south-facing windows on the west side, and the sky suddenly gloomed over.

Lu Qiqi, who had complained about the sunshine in her eyes, suddenly felt an inexplicable discomfort.

First year of high school, thus concluded.

After Shan Qingrong left, Xue Yuantong packed the test papers into his small backpack.

Class president Huang Zhongfei stood up, his tall frame at the lectern, his handsome face smiling, "Classmates, I mentioned this at noon in the group chat, let’s all have dinner together tonight."

The dinner wasn’t going to be split-bill; Huang Zhongfei was treating all 53 students in the class.

Such generosity left no room for criticism.