Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 121 - 120: Hiss, the Return of the Mighty Class Eight

Morning self-study period.

The sounds of reading books filled the air. Xue Yuantong was reciting English. Jiang Ning had just taken a piece of Elixir Pill and was now reading classical Chinese while trying to refine the pill's power.

At this moment, Jiang Ning's Divine Sense detected something unusual; Huang Zhongfei, Hu Jun, and Shen Qing'e walked up to the lectern one after another.

Huang Zhongfei made a quieting gesture.

Seeing this, the students' reading noise gradually softened until it fell silent.

Huang Zhongfei spoke first, "I have an announcement. Next Wednesday is New Year's Day. At Fourth Middle School, New Year's isn't celebrated together but by each class separately. When the time comes, our class will hold our own New Year's Eve party."

Hu Jun continued, "After discussing with the class president, to hold this New Year's Eve party, the class will purchase props together, like balloons and such, as well as fruits, snacks, and drinks.

"Each student is to contribute fifteen yuan for the activity fee. Just pay me, and we will refund any excess or ask for additional funds if necessary. If anyone has any other suggestions, feel free to discuss with me."

Huang Zhongfei nodded his head in agreement.

Sitting in the last row, Wang Longlong looked with envy at Huang Zhongfei issuing orders from the lectern.

For such a significant class event, there was no place for me, Wang Longlong.

He wasn't even aware of this news.

For Wang Longlong, who longed for power, this was truly heart-wrenching!

At this moment, he wished he was the one standing on the lectern, something he longed for in his dreams.

And not someone like Huang Zhongfei, who had nothing but an empty shell!

The position of the class president should be occupied by someone talented.

He made a solemn vow to hint to Shan Qingrong again tonight that Shan should be the class president!

The issue of the class fee of fifteen yuan immediately stirred up waves among the students. Fifteen yuan wasn't a lot, but it wasn't little either. For students from wealthy families like Dong Qingfeng, Bai Yuxia, and Chen Qian, it was trivial.

But for those from average families, or who had already overspent their allowance for the week, fifteen yuan was indeed a burden.

Especially for Dan Kaiquan, whose allowance was borrowed from Jiang Ning, and who was just scraping by.

Now having to fork out fifteen yuan was asking for his life.

Dan Kaiquan was too prideful to speak up on his own.

At this time, other students asked,

"Hu Jun, when is the latest we can pay the activity fee? I've saved my money this week for my ride home!"

Hu Jun considered for a moment and replied, "The latest is by Sunday evening's self-study period because we need to buy the New Year's items in advance with the class president. If we don't have enough money, it will delay things and we might not make it in time for the New Year's Eve party, and it would be shameful if the other classes were to make fun of us."

Hearing that they had until the following Sunday to pay, the students exhaled in relief as it would be a new week with new allowances.

Hu Jun said earnestly, "Actually, fifteen yuan is already very little, we can't go any lower. Some classes are collecting dozens, you know. If we collect any less, then our celebration will look shabby compared to the other classes."

"Also, we're planning to invite the homeroom teacher and subject teachers to come."

"You all don't want our Class 8 to lose face, right?"

As the conversation turned to class honor, any opposition in the class vanished completely.

Hu Jun, pleased with this outcome, said, "For the New Year's Eve party, I plan to buy a big cake for the class."

Dong Qingfeng asked, "Big cakes aren't cheap, right? Do we have enough class funds?"

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"Yeah, we have so many students in our class. Don't end up with some not getting a piece after cutting the cake!"

"Take it easy, okay?"

Hearing these concerns, Hu Jun revealed a simple smile and explained,

"Don't worry, the cake I ordered isn't the expensive kind made with animal cream; it's made with vegetable cream. The class president recommended a remote shop that has very reasonable prices, 138 yuan for a cake—it's huge, definitely enough for everyone to have a couple bites!"

Many students didn't understand what vegetable cream was or animal cream for that matter, but they felt that Hu Jun seemed knowledgeable, so the questioning subsided.

Having explained this, Hu Jun finalized the budget for Class 8's New Year's Eve party.

Next up was the arts and culture representative, Shen Qing'e.

She stood in a spot unobstructed by any multimedia equipment, wearing a milky gray cotton jacket paired with milk-blue jeans. Her legs were straight, and she stood prettily erect.

She caught the attention of many male students. Shen Qing'e was already quite good-looking, and lately, she had learned to dress up, adding a few more touches of beauty to her appearance.

Noticing the gaze of her classmates, Shen Qing'e stood on the lectern feeling a bit of vanity brewing inside.

She glanced at Jiang Ning out of the corner of her eye; he was still sitting there, looking as ordinary as the other students.

Shen Qing'e gently smiled inside while showing a sweet smile on her face:

"Hello everyone, for the New Year's Eve party, we should have performances; it would be too dull to just eat. So, I hope everyone will sign up enthusiastically to perform."

Upon hearing this, the class was initially silent. Although school had been in session for nearly four months, the classmates were not very familiar with each other. The idea of getting up to perform in front of everyone still felt somewhat awkward.

Shen Qing'e had anticipated this scene, yet she was prepared and was about to lead by example when suddenly a strong voice rang out.

"I want to sign up for a performance!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone turned to look back—it was Wu Xiaoqi.

The students at the back then looked at him, while Ma Shicheng shouted:

"Do you even have a talent, Wu Xiaoqi?"

Guo Kunnan added, "Don't screw it up, Wu Xiaoqi. We're having a serious New Year's Eve party!"

Wu Xiaoqi did not respond; instead, he just kept his gaze on Shen Qing'e and repeated,

"I want to sign up for a performance!"

Ma Shicheng shouted again, "Wu Xiaoqi, you didn't even say what performance."

Shen Qing'e was also somewhat puzzled. As for Wu Xiaoqi himself, she did have an impression of him, and it wasn't good.