Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 707 - 430 Joy and Sorrow_2

Cui Yu: "Quack! Quack! Quack!"

The four steadfastly supported Brother Quan.

Seeing his classmates’ childish remarks, Dong Qingfeng shook his head and chuckled, "Oh, my foolish classmates, let me spark a movie storm then!"

Dong Qingfeng replied, "The reason you laugh at comedies is actually a display of superiority."

"In comedies, others do silly things, but you think you definitely won’t, so you feel superior, and you laugh."

"When you see big shots being played in comedies, you think big shots are nothing special, you feel superior, so you laugh."

"No matter what kind of comedy, there must be something absurd, and your feeling of superiority arises because there is someone worse off than you, someone in trouble, being laughed at by you. Isn’t this precisely a tragedy?"

Dong Qingfeng’s four messages appeared in the class group.

Everyone was young and feisty. No matter how rational your argument was, if they disliked you, they wouldn’t accept it. Dan Kaiquan scoffed,

"Sorry, when I watch movies, I don’t think about any of that, I just find it funny."

Dong Qingfeng: "Your exposure to films is too shallow, I suggest you watch more movies."

Dan Kaiquan laughed: "I watch too few movies?"

Meng Gui jumped in: "That’s utterly ridiculous!"

Dong Qingfeng @Dan Kaiquan: "What story does the comedy ’Three Idiots’ tell?"

Three minutes later, Dan Kaiquan replied in the group with a rather clumsy description.

Dong Qingfeng: "What story does the comedy ’Whiplash’ tell?"

Right after sending it, he said, "Continue using Baidu, go on."

Guo Kunnan couldn’t stand it anymore and stood up for his brother, "Whiplash is a funny story about a drummer."

Dong Qingfeng: "No, that’s not a comedy at all."

At the construction site during a break, Zhang Chi, taking advantage of the free time, said, "I envy you for being able to watch so many movies, unlike me, who has to earn my own money."

Dong Qingfeng: "Can’t help it, my family has a lot of discs. I watch almost every new movie that comes out in the cinemas."

Zhang Chi sarcastically: "Impressive."

Dong Qingfeng: "It’s not that impressive."

Zhang Chi: "Is the money you use to watch movies earned by yourself?"

Dong Qingfeng replied, "I’m still in high school. Why rush to earn money? Isn’t it better to earn money after graduation?"

Zhang Chi: "Then why the heck are you boasting all the time in the group? It turns out you’re just spending your family’s money. What right do you have to compare yourself with me?"

Dong Qingfeng: "So what if you earn money? Impressive?"

Zhang Chi vented heavily: "I am indeed more impressive than you. You all eat and drink off your parents every day, boasting in the group about where you went, what you bought, and what delicacies you ate. Do you think you’re so great?"

"I, Zhang Chi, tell you, without your parents, what are you? Always boasting about this and that?"

Duan Shigang: "Chi Zi is absolutely right!"

Damn, Chi Zi was just echoing his own thoughts. Duan Shigang had long been irritated by Dong Qingfeng in the group, and today Zhang Chi’s words were utterly satisfying!

Zhang Chi felt thrilled and continued to attack Dong Qingfeng and others: "I’m not bragging, but in our class, except for Geng Lu who earns money, who isn’t spending their family’s money?"

"A bunch of worms!" Zhang Chi launched a group ridicule.

The lurking Geng Lu popped up: "Zhang Chi, have I ever offended you?"

Zhang Chi ignored this detail and admonished, "I’m just making a comparison. I’m telling you, being born with superior conditions doesn’t mean you should flaunt it, but rather you should contribute. Look at the class president, then look at yourselves!"

The class group fell silent for a moment.

Seeing everyone quiet, in the dog days of summer, Zhang Chi’s head buzzed with excitement. Never had he lectured his classmates like today.

Bai Yuxia spoke up: "I think at this stage, our task is not to earn money, but to study. Once we graduate from college and master skills, that will be the time for us to contribute to society."

Zhang Chi didn’t care how beautiful Bai Yuxia was, he scolded all the same:

"Ha, just an excuse to dodge!"

Seeing Bai Yuxi’s support, Dong Qingfeng’s fighting spirit instantly doubled:

"You may seem to be earning money now, but what work can you do, move bricks?"

Zhang Chi: "You look down on moving bricks? There’s no high or low in professions!"

Dong Qingfeng: "But there’s high and low in wages."

Zhang Chi was irked and was about to continue when he heard the foreman shouting from over there, "Xiao Zhang, come and work."

"Coming, coming!" Zhang Chi hurriedly put away his phone and continued his hard day of moving bricks.

Since Zhang Chi had vanished, Bai Yuxia also fell silent.

Dan Kaiquan silently flipped through the chat history, reading and rereading Bai Yuxia’s remarks several times.

’That bastard Zhang Chi went too far!’

Dan Kaiquan guessed, "Bai Yuxia might have been hurt by Zhang Chi’s words."

Despite the fact that he and Bai Yuxia had long since parted ways, how could he stand idly by when he saw the person he once loved suffering?

After much struggle, Dan Kaiquan messaged Bai Yuxia privately, but the moment he clicked on the chat box, he hesitated.

How should he start?

Should he tell Bai Yuxia, "Don’t take Zhang Chi seriously, he’s a fool"?

Wouldn’t that be too abrupt for the beauty?

Dan Kaiquan was deeply conflicted. He chose the most common opener, like casual small talk, "Have you eaten?"

A few seconds later, Bai Yuxia replied, "Yes."

Dan Kaiquan was thrilled. After months, it was his first conversation with Bai Yuxia—the lost feelings all came rushing back!

Indeed, his heart was still beating!

He inquired, "What did you eat?"

Bai Yuxia replied, "Food."

The atmosphere quickly turned awkward, and Dan Kaiquan found himself at a loss for words.

He looked at the question he had asked and felt it was utterly stiff and humorless.

He shouldn’t be so formal; he always became nervous and less confident and natural whenever he faced Bai Yuxia.

He could be funnier, more relaxed, more at ease!

Just like those humorous people in comedies!

Bai Yuxia, after not seeing you for months, I’ve become funnier. What about you?

Dan Kaiquan racked his brains, Googled, and squeezed out a brilliant line:

"Hahaha, you should be thankful to our country for being able to eat!"

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes passed.

Dan Kaiquan never received another reply. He stared at the last long message, sinking into thought.

"Maybe Dong Qingfeng was right, the core of comedy is tragedy."

Because at that moment, Dan Kaiquan felt like a tragedy himself.

...

In the afternoon, under the scorching sun, Xue Yuantong and Jiang Ning were enjoying homemade mung bean popsicles at the door.

The homemade mung bean popsicles were clean and tasty.

Xue Yuantong spoke unclearly with a popsicle in his mouth, "Jiang Ning, my mom is going to Nan City for the mid-year conference tomorrow. Guess what she might win?"

Jiang Ning didn’t answer but asked, "What do you want?"

"Me?" Xue Yuantong pondered for a while, "I want a big snack package!"

Jiang Ning replied, "...Alright."

"How great would it be if that happened?" Xue Yuantong fantasized.

The energetic Dongdong, who was stung by a stinging caterpillar in the morning, had already recovered by afternoon.

He saw Xue Yuantong eating a popsicle and quickly ran over to ask for one, "Give me a popsicle!"

Xue Yuantong responded, "Stay away from me."

Seeing that Xue Yuantong wouldn’t give him one, Dongdong ran up to grab Xue Yuantong’s popsicle—what he couldn’t obtain, he’d snatch!

Once he grabbed it, the popsicle was his!

Dongdong was strong and agile, rushing straight over to snatch it like a little bull calf.

Jiang Ning kicked him in the air and sent him flying.

Dongdong lay on the ground crying. Usually, whenever he cried, his grandmother would immediately appear.

However, today, after crying until his throat hurt, no one came.

Jiang Ning quietly watched him make a scene; he had already used a noise-canceling array to block out the noise.

After Dongdong cried for a while, Jiang Ning asked, "Do you want to know where the popsicle came from?"

Dongdong, with eyes wide and a sooty face, asked, "Where from?"

Jiang Ning said, "I went to Uncle Zhang’s house and told him, ’You better give me a popsicle,’ and he immediately did."

Dongdong, believing it, barged into Uncle Zhang’s house.

Seeing this scene, Xue Yuantong nudged Jiang Ning, "That’s not nice, Uncle Zhang has traded meat with us."

Jiang Ning replied, "It’s fine, Uncle Zhang has wanted to discipline him for a while."