Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 126 – Chapter 126: Chapter 123 The 4th Victim

Chapter 126: Chapter 123 The 4th Victim

Friday.

Jiang Ning's room door opened on its own as he walked out dressed in cotton-padded clothes, it being a short day during the winter, the sky outside was still a bit dark.

He walked next door to Xue Yuantong's house, where she was cooking. Seeing Jiang Ning, she exclaimed with joy,

“Jiang Ning, it's Friday, we only have two classes this afternoon and then it's the weekend!”

“Yes,” replied Jiang Ning, also feeling slightly happy.

For students, Friday has always been an exceptionally friendly day, with the anticipation for it beginning as soon as Monday rolls around.

Not only for students but also for many people in the workforce, Friday is considered a good day, even though many only have Sundays off…

After breakfast, Jiang Ning carried the pots and bowls to wash. While Xue Yuantong wasn't looking, with a flick of a “Magic Formation”, the pots and bowls were sparkling clean, and he hadn't even used any detergent.

Tossing the bowls onto the countertop, Jiang Ning flicked his fingers lightly, returning them to their proper places.

After finishing these tasks, Jiang Ning pushed his mountain bike outdoors, with Xue Yuantong walking ahead of him.

Outside was an open plain, with boundless fields in the distance, offering an excellent view.

It was extremely cold, the ground was covered in a layer of frost, making the soil hard and rigid.

Weeds near the field stood resilient, their heads frosted, growing toughly.

Xue Yuantong ran over with small quick steps, gathered momentum, accelerated, and stepped onto the frost-covered weeds.

With a “swish”, she slid a distance, laughing like an idiot.

After sliding twice, she came back and asked up close,

“Jiang Ning, can you slide?”

“No,” said Jiang Ning.

Xue Yuantong patted her chest, “I'll teach you.”

“Childish, I'm not playing,” Jiang Ning said dismissively.

“Tch~”

As soon as Jiang Ning arrived at the entrance of Class 8, he saw that the classroom door was closed.

A sweep of his “Divine Sense” allowed him to analyze what had happened inside the classroom.

He pushed the door and entered, and all eyes in the room, including those of Song Sheng on the platform, turned toward him.

Song Sheng glanced at Jiang Ning, his face darkened but he said nothing. He had arrived at the class in a good mood that morning, looking forward to the weekend, and while the students rested, he planned to study hard at home.

Although Song Sheng had only been back at school for a few days, he had quickly regained his form.

As usual, he intended to drink milk. Since breaking his bone, he drank milk regularly to help it heal faster, and he continued this habit even after school started.

Hearing that people from overseas were tall and strong because they drank milk every day, Song Sheng followed their lead, asking his parents to buy imported milk for him.

This way, he remained the strongest boy in the class, next to Jiang Ning. By the end of the term, he'd be able to dominate his classmates.

A simple broken leg couldn't defeat him, Song Sheng!

However, that morning when he reached for his milk, his hand met with nothingness. Touching the bottom of the milk box, he found nothing at all.

Not a single carton left.

He had barely drunk half of it!

Song Sheng doubted his life for a moment before he realized with a jolt that his milk had disappeared into thin air.

The milk he placed by his desk, the milk he drank every day, was gone!

Song Sheng swore profanely.

He then ran to the podium and asked his classmates who had taken his milk.

But everyone looked at Song Sheng rather strangely.

First, it was Zhang Chi's basketball, then Guo Kunnan's power bank, followed by Wu Xiaoqi's basketball, and now it was Song Sheng's turn.

Song Sheng, who had been absent, wasn't very popular, so no one had told him about the thief in the school. Only a few days had passed, and Song Sheng's milk had fallen victim.

Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong took their seats.

Song Sheng still stood on the podium, his gaze deterred the whole class as he tried to find the perpetrator.

Song Sheng was very angry now. He had never felt this humiliated, even with a broken bone. Furious, he yelled,

“Dammit, who the hell stole my milk? Come out now!”

“Damn, you're so poor you steal milk?”

“Have you never drank milk before?”

“If you dare steal my milk and I catch you, I'll break your arms!”

Song Sheng made his wild threats.

There was no response.

In the back row, Guo Kunnan watched Song Sheng's current state with a measure of satisfaction. Although he had lost his power bank, he was not alone.

With each new theft in the class, Guo Kunnan felt a bit consoled; in the world, he was not the only one who was hurt.

Dan Kaiquan, sitting in the front row, actually took pleasure in others' misfortunes, seeing Song Sheng in trouble made him happier than if he'd found money.

After a long bout of impotent rage, the class monitor Huang Zhongfei took the opportunity to remind him,

“Song Sheng, calm down. Our class teacher might come in for the morning self-study soon.”

Now Song Sheng knew he wouldn't find the culprit and had to swallow his grudge, secretly planning to give the thief a beating he wouldn't forget if he ever found him.

How dare they steal his milk, that piece of trash.

He really had no idea how formidable he was!

Song Sheng walked down from the podium with a sinister expression that was a little scary to look at, making people afraid he might suddenly start hitting someone.

Dan Xiao kindly said, “Song Sheng, I forgot to mention earlier that there's a thief in the school; several items have gone missing from our class before.”

“You should stop bringing milk to class; that thief seems quite skilled.”

Dan Xiao smiled naively, giving the impression that he was the kind of person who lacked guile.

It was as if the disappearance of Song Sheng's milk was somehow related to his failure to warn Song Sheng in advance!

Dan Xiao seemed to feel a bit guilty about it.

Though Song Sheng's head ached with anger, he was not one to ignore the difference between good and bad. He still remembered how that chubby guy named Lin Zida had brought him a cold cola when he had a fracture.

This time, he took Dan Xiao's reminder to heart and did not vent his anger on him.

But Song Sheng was still extremely upset. He was naturally defiant, and now with his face set in a grim line, he said forcefully,

“Damn it, even if someone steals, I'm still going to bring it!”

“Do you think I'm scared of him?”

His statement was quite imposing, leaving Dan Xiao at a loss for words.

The surrounding classmates looked at Song Sheng with a kind of special gaze; this was someone tough as nails.

Song Sheng returned to his seat with a scowl and sat down with a no-nonsense demeanor.

Without his milk to drink, he felt somewhat frustrated.

Wu Xiaoqi rubbed his basketball and bounced it twice on the ground, speaking with the air of someone who'd been around the block,

“Your milk is just average, I guess.”

At that moment, Song Sheng got upset. Why did this guy have to be such a downer, way worse than Dan Xiao just now? He retorted coldly,

“What do you mean ‘average'? Do you even know how to talk? It's imported milk, you get that?”

“It's not some crappy domestic brand!”

Wu Xiaoqi thought to himself that here was someone else trying to show off in front of him and replied,

“Your milk, my family has received it as a gift before. A whole case costs just over three hundred.”

“You've already drunk half of it; the rest isn't worth two hundred yuan.”

Though Song Sheng was still not pleased, the irritation to hit someone was gone after hearing Wu Xiaoqi's words, knowing that the other's milk was on the same level as his, at least proving that his family wasn't poor.

“Two hundred yuan isn't much, but I'm still annoyed,” Song Sheng said.

“The last time I lost a basketball,” Wu Xiaoqi gestured with his thumb and forefinger,

“Over eight hundred!”

“The basketball was left in the class; by the next morning, it was gone.” Now thinking about it, Wu Xiaoqi was still a bit gloomy.

Hearing about an eight-hundred-yuan basketball, Song Sheng began to see Wu Xiaoqi in a new light. Although he didn't play basketball himself, he knew that ordinary basketballs were just a few tens of yuan each. This unremarkable-looking guy next to him had been playing with one worth over eight hundred.

Oh, and it got stolen too.

In an instant, Song Sheng didn't feel so upset anymore; he lost two hundred yuan, while this guy lost eight hundred.

Actually, when you think about it, it's kind of okay.

After the misery competition, Song Sheng's mood leveled out a bit.

…

In the afternoon, the post-lunch sunlight was just right, adding a touch of warmth to the cold winter days. Basking in the sun in such weather was quite pleasant indeed.

The last period was physical education, and after that class, the weekend began.

Jiang Ning glanced at the message on his phone; Shao Shuangshuang had found two more kinds of materials for the Spirit Wood Boat and was transporting them to Yuzhou. She said she had a lead on the last material and was arranging for its purchase.

This meant that the materials for the Spirit Wood Boat would soon be complete.

Jiang Ning's mood was excellent.

During gym class, the teacher had the students run two laps and then announced they were dismissed.

Jiang Ning brought his table tennis paddle; today, he planned to play table tennis with Xue Yuantong.

Yang Sheng, like a dog that had caught the scent of a bone, dashed over from the girls' side and blocked their way.

“Hey, Jiang Ning, weren't we supposed to have a one-on-one?”

“You're not chickening out, are you?” Yang Sheng taunted, her eyebrows raised. She was still in her eternal sportswear, exuding a vibe of a heroic woman.

Jiang Ning put a hand on Xue Yuantong's shoulder and suddenly laughed,

“Do you want to challenge me? Then you'll have to defeat my assistant, Xue Yuantong, first.”

Xue Yuantong understood Jiang Ning's meaning. She stared at Yang Sheng, eyes filled with fighting spirit.

Aside from Jiang Ning, no one her age had ever defeated her. To play table tennis with Jiang Ning, one would either have to bribe her with treats like the chemistry teacher did or defeat her fair and square.

But defeating her, that wasn't possible!

“Fine, watch me make you cry,” Yang Sheng bragged boastfully.

“Darn it!” Xue Yuantong felt underestimated. She tugged at Jiang Ning's sleeve and said,

“Let's go, Jiang Ning, and I'll show you how mighty I am in a bit!”

Jiang Ning nodded with a smile and walked with her towards the table tennis tables. At this moment, he noticed that Xue Yuantong had become a bit more cheerful compared to the once somber blank sheet of paper; she was undoubtedly now touched with the sunshine.

Truth be told, this little girl always had many ideas in her mind and was quite lively. It was only when she played with Jiang Ning that she would show this side.

But around others, she rarely spoke. Since school started, Xue Yuantong hadn't exchanged a word with eighty percent of the class.

They arrived at the table tennis field, and just as Yang Sheng got her paddle ready to serve, someone nearby said,

“Wow, Yang Sheng plays table tennis too, how impressive!”

“Care to play a couple of games with me?”

Yang Sheng turned her head to look; the new arrival was Ma Shicheng.

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