Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 688 - 422: Bad Neighbor

July 3rd, afternoon.

The summer vacation had just begun, and it was the height of July, a cloudless, azure sky overhead. The sun blazed mercilessly, scorching all of the earth without restraint; the ground in the fields almost seemed to be smoking.

Outside the house, the tall Yang Tree seemed to wither under the heat, its green leaves drooping limply, as if it were sick.

The weather was oppressively hot and without a breath of wind; the thick air felt almost solidified.

The neighbor’s black-backed wolfhound lay sprawled on the ground, nostrils flared wide, tongue lolling out to dissipate heat.

Jiang Ning didn’t stay out in the sun at the door; he moved his little stool a bit further inside, to a cool spot just inside the entrance.

Xue Yuantong knew how to enjoy life; she leaned back on the sun lounger, holding a comic book, utterly engrossed.

On the stool beside her were placed two glasses of honey lemon water, bobbing with ice cubes.

Xue Yuantong picked up a glass. In such scorching weather, a big gulp of iced water revitalized and refreshed the body.

Xue Yuantong sighed emotively, "It’s so great not to have to go to school~"

She continued reading her comic book. After a few minutes, she stretched lazily on the lounger, feeling thirsty again. She glanced at her own glass, noticing that it was down by about half, whereas the other glass, belonging to Jiang Ning, had barely been touched.

She sneaked a peek at Jiang Ning and saw that he was absorbed in his book.

Xue Yuantong’s eyes twinkled with youthful naivety, and her features adopted a slightly mischievous expression as she thought.

Taking advantage of Jiang Ning’s distraction, she reached for his glass of water and took a big drink, feigning nonchalance, then put it back as though nothing had happened. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Seeing that Jiang Ning’s lemon water was now less than hers, Xue Yuantong felt a sense of equilibrium restored in her heart.

However, Jiang Ning had seen through everything she did.

Jiang Ning didn’t quibble with her, and instead took out his phone to reply to a new friend request: "Who are you?"

The profile picture of the other party was of a rebellious Harley Quinn with twin ponytails.

Jiang Ning rarely accepted new friend requests these days. Given his current lifestyle, unnecessary socializing was, to him, optional.

Meanwhile, in a lakeview duplex near Yuzhou Snowflake Lake, Wei Zishan blew the air conditioning and sprawled across the long sofa, her fingers flying as she responded:

"I’m the girl from the barbecue stand last night."

Beside her on the edge of the sofa sat Li Shi, her hot pants revealing a pair of snow-white, shapely legs—her legs were as attractive as they were pale.

"Zishan, are you really going to add him? I admit he’s pretty good with his hands, but he isn’t that handsome, right?" Li Shi didn’t understand; last night, Jiang Ning dealt with a few thugs—impressive, sure, but Wei Zishan was in a league of her own.

Her family was from Shen City, the most bustling city in the country, internationally connected. What kind of peers hadn’t she seen?

Moreover, having grown up abroad, Wei Zishan’s horizons were far broader than ordinary people’s.

Wei Zishan sent the request again, excitedly saying, "It’s not about whether he’s handsome or not. He’s got this really unique..."

Wei Zishan tried to describe it, but her Mandarin wasn’t the best; after a moment of thought, failing to find the words, she blankly said, "He’s different from others; I want to see another side of him."

Li Shi couldn’t understand Wei Zishan’s thoughts at all.

In the spacious living room, Lin Zida held a game controller, racing on the massive TV screen against Zhuang Jianhui and Yuan Lin.

Zhuang Jianhui bowled Yuan Lin over with a turtle shell, saying, "This racing game is so fun!"

Lin Zida responded, "It’s Mario Kart 8 for the Wii U console. The graphics are much better than the previous generation’s, and there are a lot more maps."

He led the race, leaving his friends in the dust.

Jiang Ning at the river dam received the request and recalled the scene from before replying: "Which girl are you?"

Wei Zishan was taken aback. He actually didn’t remember her?

She thought of her stunning makeup, her distinctively gray-white dreadlocks, her off-the-shoulder vest—wherever she went, she, Wei Zishan, should be the center of attention.

And yet Jiang Ning had dismissed her.

"Fine! Fine!"

Wei Zishan bit her lip, irritation rising within her. But then she placed a radiant smile on her face, "Good, he’s truly a man to my liking!"

She described her appearance to him.

Jiang Ning: "Oh, it’s you?"

Wei Zishan was elated. He indeed remembered her! Enjoying her triumph, she reached for a cucumber-flavored potato chip and crunched on it contentedly.

Seeing her relish it, Li Shi was bewildered—cucumber-flavored potato chips, what an odd taste!

Yet Wei Zishan claimed to love their crisp, refreshing flavor.

Wei Zishan munched on the chips and guzzled some cola, waiting quietly for Jiang Ning’s reply. He’d certainly be thrilled to have such a beauty add him!

Five whole minutes passed, and Wei Zishan still hadn’t received a reply. She crunched her chips even louder, nearly ferocious, muttering a few phrases:

"Fine, fine!"

"So you don’t agree, huh? You’ve got character. I like men who are hard to get!"

His reaction only agitated Wei Zishan’s rebellious nature. In this world, there was no man she couldn’t have!

Wei Zishan: "Brother Ning, you were so fierce last night. I recorded a video."

Jiang Ning couldn’t help but chuckle. Every time he made a move, his lightning energy would surge, incapacitating electronic devices to prevent people from recording videos and uploading them to the internet. It was virtually impossible for her to have captured anything on video.

He responded: "Oh."

Wei Zishan moved strategically, "I’ll send it to you."

Jiang Ning: "No need, I didn’t look good fighting last night."

"But I thought you looked really cool! Do you practice martial arts, brother?" Wei Zishan pressed on with her charm offensive.

Jiang Ning: "It’s not martial arts."

"Then what is it?" Wei Zishan inquired. No matter whether he mentioned taekwondo, sanshou, or some other art, Wei Zishan could easily bring up the topic. With her family background, she could effortlessly introduce Jiang Ning to those top-tier boxers and athletes.