Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 122 – Chapter 122: Chapter 120: Hiss, the Return of the Mighty Class Eight_2

Chapter 122: Chapter 120: Hiss, the Return of the Mighty Class Eight_2

“Okay, Wu Xiaoqi, tell us about the act you're going to perform.”

Wu Xiaoqi fished out a basketball from under the bench with a spirited look and a resonant voice:

“I'm going to play basketball!”

“I'm going to perform basketball for everyone.”

The classmates burst into laughter.

Shen Qing'e had an exasperated look on her face. They had all seen Wu Xiaoqi's basketball skills before; could he even bring anything new to the table?

“Wu Xiaoqi, I appreciate that you signed up, but…” She was cut off midsentence as she saw Wu Xiaoqi with a disdainful expression on his face:

“I've been playing basketball for over a decade and dancing street dance for seven years. When it's time for the performance, a combination of basketball and street dance will amaze you all.”

“What a joke, basketball plus dancing?” Ma Shicheng was shocked.

Guo Kunnan was equally bewildered, “What kind of odd combo is that?”

Shen Qing'e had initially planned to refuse, but hearing that street dance was involved with the basketball, it seemed like there might be something novel about it. Besides, Wu Xiaoqi was the first to sign up, so she didn't want to dampen the enthusiasm of the students.

After some contemplation, she confirmed:

“Alright, we already have one act. For those of you with talents, keep signing up. We definitely want to make the New Year's Eve party a success.”

With the classmates seeing that Wu Xiaoqi had managed to sign up, combining basketball and dance as a talent seemed a bit odd; however, because of it, they no longer felt embarrassed. If Wu Xiaoqi's thing could be chosen, it seemed like they could also go up and have some fun.

Someone called out, “Shen Qing'e, I have a talent.”

“I have a talent too.”

Cui Yu shouted, “I can snap my fingers!”

Shen Qing'e was speechless. As if one basketball player wasn't enough, now what were they dealing with?

Someone asked, “How loud?”

“Snap!” Cui Yu produced a loud snap.

Shen Qing'e gave in, she said, “This one, doesn't quite work. It's mainly, uh, a bit monotonous.”

Guo Kunnan had set his sights on Shen Qing'e since the start of the school year, but he was more rational and hadn't made a move. Now that Cui Yu had been rejected, he called out:

“I have a talent, I can perform ‘xiansheng.'”

‘Xiansheng' was acceptable, finally something normal. Shen Qing'e nodded:

“Okay, Guo Kunnan's ‘xiansheng' is in.”

This encouraged the students even more, as they all started to reveal their talents. Wang Longlong looked at the messy classroom, thinking it was time to make a name for himself. This time, he wanted to leave an impression on his classmates!

It was a good foundation for his future campaign for class president.

Wang Longlong bravely shouted:

“I can do the moonwalk, just like Michael Jackson!”

The moonwalk, an eternal classic, was another act Shen Qing'e agreed to.

When Ma Shicheng saw his good buddy getting a spot, he joined in the chaos and shouted:

“I, I have a talent too.”

His voice wasn't particularly loud amongst the students, but Shen Qing'e happened to hear it and asked:

“Ma Shicheng, what's your talent?”

Ma Shicheng froze; he was just fooling around and hadn't expected to be called out. He truly didn't have any talent, but with the class watching him, he'd be ashamed if he couldn't come up with something.

After racking his brain for a moment, he finally blurted out with determination:

“I learned martial arts with my cousin when I was younger. I'll perform it for everyone!”

Martial Arts? It would be quite a spectacle. Shen Qing'e agreed.

As more and more students signed up, Geng Lu raised her hand to sing, and Bai Yuxia chose to dance.

In the chaotic classroom, Xue Yuantong lay quietly on her desk; she had no talent to share.

Resting her head on her arms, her eyes blinked as she stared at Jiang Ning and suddenly said:

“Jiang Ning, do you have any talents you're good at?”

“No way,” Jiang Ning really had no special talents to speak of, whether it be singing, dancing, or instruments, he was completely clueless.

“Hmm, same here,” Xue Yuantong found a common ground with Jiang Ning and felt a bit happy.

“Then let's watch the New Year's Eve party together, I'll sit with you,” she said.

“Do you want to see me?” Jiang Ning asked her.

“Yes,” Xue Yuantong nodded gently.

“Hmm, actually, I do have a bit of talent,” he said.

Then Jiang Ning raised his hand and declared,

“I'm signing up.”

Jiang Ning had been active only in the time right after school started, and later on in class, he wasn't too noticeable, even though his grades were good, he was tough in fights, and had grown increasingly handsome, his classmates just felt he was very low-key.

At this moment, as Jiang Ning spoke up, it actually made the classmates turn to look at him.

Standing on the podium, Shen Qing'e looked down at Jiang Ning with indescribable complexity in her heart.

Ever since they had both arrived at Yuzhou, Jiang Ning seemed to have become a different person and no longer treated her the way he used to.

In this period of time, the few opportunities they had to eat at her sister's place, he didn't even talk to her.

The resentment she once harbored in her heart toward Jiang Ning had dissipated quite a bit after such a long cold war. Now, it was replaced with confusion and curiosity, as well as a sense of defiance.

“What performance are you going to put on?” Shen Qing'e inquired, and after saying this, she felt as if she was experiencing a blast from the past––she and Jiang Ning hadn't spoken a word to each other in months.

If she had to describe her current feelings towards Jiang Ning, it would be the most familiar stranger.

Jiang Ning uttered two words: “Magic.”

Shen Qing'e was silent for a moment, then said, “Okay, go ahead and perform.”

She didn't question if Jiang Ning really knew how or not, even if he didn't before, she figured he must by now. She was no longer that naive girl from the beginning. Jiang Ning's abilities and academic performance had already surprised her several times.

“Okay,” Jiang Ning nodded.

Shen Qing'e continued her selection for a while and finally rounded up the list of performances.

The class monitor, Huang Zhongfei, spoke a few words on the podium, then the three class officers from Class 8 returned to their seats, and morning self-study resumed.

However, not five minutes had passed when Shan Qingrong walked up to the podium with a chubby boy, whose small eyes and unpleasant appearance bothered onlookers.

Seeing the fat boy, most of the classmates were stunned. This person looked a bit familiar, didn't he?

But they couldn't quite remember who it was.

Clearing his throat, Shan Qingrong looked at the students and announced,

“Due to some special circumstances, our classmate Song Sheng took a leave of absence for a few months. We now welcome his return!”

Oh, it was Song Sheng. Once these words were spoken, everyone remembered him—the one who rolled around on the ground during military training and later fought with Dan Kaiquan before being beaten by Jiang Ning.

Goodness, he had been gone for such a long time that everyone thought he had dropped out of school.

The classmates didn't have much regard for this kind of person; they were better off without him.

Dan Kaiquan, sitting at the same desk as Bai Yuxia, stared at Song Sheng, feeling annoyed. He still remembered that humiliating day.

Now that Song Sheng was back, he would sooner or later reclaim the face he lost and prove his strength in front of Bai Yuxia!

Shan Qingrong glanced at the seats in the class. The seating had just been rearranged, and Song Sheng's previous seat had been taken by a new student. Only the back row was now empty.

He directed, “Song Sheng, sit next to Wu Xiaoqi for now. The semester is almost over, we'll rearrange the seats next term based on the final exam results.”

Upon hearing this, Song Sheng felt somewhat opposed. He knew all too well the kind of students who sat at the back of the classroom—those were clueless students, and he didn't want to sit there. But with no other seats available, he had to settle for this.

After the next exams, he'd move back to the front.

Song Sheng, with his backpack slung over his shoulder, walked to Wu Xiaoqi's side. He glanced at Wu Xiaoqi first—unfamiliar, someone he had never seen before.

Song Sheng had been hospitalized too early, the classmates hadn't all been accounted for yet, and after several months, he had forgotten them.

He didn't know about Wu Xiaoqi's situation.

Song Sheng threw his backpack onto the desk, stuffed full of books, shaking the desk with the impact.

Wu Xiaoqi glanced sideways, wondering who this new arrival was.

Why did he look somewhat wild?

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