Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 137 - 129: Jiang Ning’s Magic

After the competitive chair-snatching game ended, the evening party continued.

Guo Kunnan and Dan Kaiquan went on stage to perform a comic dialogue. Although it wasn't very funny, for the current class president Huang Zhongfei, as long as it was of normal quality, he was satisfied. The teachers would be arriving soon.

Please, no more surprises!

A few more acts took the stage until Shen Qing'e shouted:

"Next, let's look forward to Wang Longlong's 'Moonwalk'!"

As soon as her voice fell, a burst of commotion rose from the back:

"Brother Long, go for it!"

"Brother Long, we've finally waited for you!"

"Brother Long, you're the best!"

Just last week, Ma Shicheng and the others had enjoyed the fried snacks Wang Longlong treated them to. Now with Wang Longlong's appearance, their cheers were exceptionally enthusiastic, backing him with grand support.

Wang Longlong felt touched by these voices, and a smile emerged on his chubby face.

'With so many followers behind me, one day when I call upon them, I'll be able to oust Huang Zhongfei from the position of class president!'

Wang Longlong didn't flip over any tables to make his entrance; instead, he walked to the end of this row of tables as the explosive music started, featuring a jazz style.

Wang Longlong stepped forward to the beat, and from the moment he stepped onto the stage, his performance had begun.

Initially, he paced as usual, but as he moved and as the music played, his steps started to float.

The classmates exclaimed, "My god, he's not walking, he's gliding!"

Halfway through his glide, Wang Longlong froze, twisted sharply like a robot, and suddenly changed direction.

The direction of his glide didn't change; now he was sliding backward.

Wang Longlong placed one hand on the belt around his stomach, while the other was hinged onto his neck. He twisted back and forth, looking toward Ma Shicheng in the back row, his face radiating confidence, and his eyes, mysterious and strange!

'Do you see that, Brother Ma? This is my art!'

But that wasn't enough!

Wang Longlong switched to another direction and continued to glide forward.

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Huang Zhongfei thought it looked fine at first, albeit a bit odd. Wang Longlong's movements were still acceptable, displaying that peculiar kind of art.

Huang Zhongfei felt somewhat relieved but then sensed something was amiss:

'Wang Longlong, what are you doing heading this way toward me?'

'The center of the classroom is your stage!'

Wang Longlong glided over to Huang Zhongfei's table, his finger hooked onto the belt, his eyes concealing his ambition and desire.

With one more step forward, his belly pressed against the table.

The table was jostled, causing the melon seeds and candies to hop.

After that hop, they never stopped again. Wang Longlong kept pressing against the table, performing his art.

With his exaggerated movements, the table shook back and forth; paired with Wang Longlong's mad expression, Huang Zhongfei, sitting across the table, couldn't have felt more discomfort.

'What in the world is this?'

The music became increasingly intense; Wang Longlong's movements grew bigger, and the table trembled more and more.

Shen Qing'e, hosting the event, watched this indecorous act and wanted to call a halt several times, but she couldn't make herself speak out.

Ma Shicheng and a few others laughed uproariously, slapping the table.

Just as Huang Zhongfei was about to lose it, Wang Longlong licked his tongue:

'A mere class president is of no concern!'

Wang Longlong glided away with his moonwalk.

After Wang Longlong exited, Shen Qing'e let out a long sigh of relief. She glanced at the list; there was one last act left, Jiang Ning's magic performance.

Shen Qing'e didn't rush to announce it; there was still something else to do.

"Hu Jun, come and distribute the cake to everyone. For the last act, let's all enjoy the cake while watching."

Hu Jun, the class monitor responsible for life and management, came up to cut the cake; Shen Qing'e and Dong Qingfeng helped to cut.

The cake was large, but against the backdrop of more than fifty classmates, it still wasn't enough to go around.

At first, the slices that Hu Jun cut were quite large, but as time went on, they became smaller and smaller.

When Hu Jun reached Jiang Ning, Jiang Ning waved his hand to refuse. Hu Jun thought that Xue Yuantong didn't want any either, so he skipped her as well.

Xue Yuantong pouted, looking discontent.

At that moment, Jiang Ning opened the box Shao Shuangshuang had given him and took out two pieces of cake. The cakes were small, just four inches each, perfect for two people to share.

One was strawberry, and the other was dark chocolate mousse—both looking quite appealing.

Xue Yuantong gazed longingly.

Jiang Ning ignored her, cut himself a piece, and took a bite. The taste was quite good.

Xue Yuantong moved closer and asked him:

"Does it taste good? I'm just asking; I won't eat any."

"Yes, it's delicious, the strawberries are really fresh," Jiang Ning took another bite, adding,

"What, you want to eat? Didn't you say this afternoon that you were too full and couldn't eat anymore?"

Xue Yuantong's eyes flickered, then brightened. She solemnly said:

"Jiang Ning, to presume upon me is futile."

"You underestimate me. You see me as too small. I intend to eat till I am round, so you can never see me as small again!"

Jiang Ning: ...

Xue Yuantong happily ate the cake.

Jiang Ning cut a piece for Geng Lu beside him, then for Bai Yuxia, but since Dan Kaiquan went to sit in the back row, there was none for him.

The classmates chatted with each other while eating cake.

Shen Qing'e stood on the podium, quietly watching for a while before taking the microphone and saying:

"All right, now please welcome Jiang Ning to the stage."

As she finished speaking, Xue Yuantong, disregarding the chocolate on her mouth, pulled out a black hat from under the table and passed it over:

"Great Magician Jiang Ning, good luck!" She clenched her small fist to cheer for Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning took the magician's hat, placed it on his head, and with a light step, he leaped over the table that blocked his way, his toes softly touching the ground.