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Chapter 954: 553: Basketball Overlord

Author: Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation
updatedAt: 2025-09-13

Chapter 954: Chapter 553: Basketball Overlord

Today’s cafeteria lunch is exceptionally sumptuous: four dishes, a soup, a fruit plate, and each person gets a mini yogurt.

“Chuchu, you have to try this!” Xue Yuantong excitedly introduced, feeling quite at home at Fourth Middle School, where naps are a daily routine.

In this unfamiliar setting, Xue Chuchu felt a bit reserved. She glanced at the others at the table, saw them all start eating, and only then did she pick up her chopsticks. Leaning slightly forward, she picked a piece of stir-fried zucchini.

After a small taste, she found the zucchini crisp and a bit spicy, perfect for accompanying rice.

She held her bowl with both hands, bringing the rice to her mouth, gently chewing with grace and coordination, like a moving scenery.

Or rather, she herself was the scenery, as students around subtly glanced over during her meal.

Qi Tianheng and his lackeys Zhao Xiaofeng, Wei Xiu Yuan, Liu Chuandao, Duan Shigang… various gazes cast their way.

Others at the table were also observing her. For instance, the twins who usually ate with ease, exchanged a glance upon seeing Chuchu, as if saying, ‘Oh my, she’s so elegant!’

So, the twins started behaving seriously, each move disciplined, showing off a ladylike demeanor, albeit adorably exaggerated.

Tang Fu, on the other hand, was unfazed. With her tall and slender stature, she swept across the table boldly scooping beef, chicken, and devouring a quail egg from the three-flavor soup.

Not far away at another table, Pang Jiao opened her mouth wide, eating heartily, devouring all the beef from the potato beef dish.

This angered Liu Chuandao: “Damn it, what are you doing? Are you even a girl?”

Yan Tianpeng was indignant: “It’s the first time I’ve seen a woman eat like this!”

Wang Yan Yan made excuses for her good friend, pointing towards Tang Fu: “She eats like that too. Don’t you get it? This shows unique charm!”

Liu Chuandao looked over at Tang Fu and saw the girl had a great figure—slim waist, shapely hips, long powerful legs, and beautiful muscle tone. Her eating posture was pleasing to the eye.

Then he turned back to look at Pang Jiao with an arm circumference of 42.

Liu Chuandao was pained: ‘Damn, I can’t take it…’

Tang Fu ate quickly, and her tablemates didn’t mind.

The dishes on the table were fixed portions; the seven girls at this table didn’t eat much, so there would be leftovers, and having Tang Fu help finish it was quite good.

Tang Fu picked up a piece of chicken, just about to eat it when Yang Sheng, who had swapped seats, noticed and warned: “That’s a piece of ginger.”

The twins focused their attention as Tang Fu saw the two similar small faces, a thought to show off emerged. She said in a nonchalant manner:

“It’s just a piece of ginger, what’s there to fear!”

Then she bit into the ginger, crunching and gulping it down.

Sure enough, she was met with the twins’ identical shocked expressions, their small mouths slightly open, amazed: “Such a big piece of ginger, you actually ate it!”

“That’s amazing!”

“I wouldn’t dare, it’s too spicy!”

“Mostly it’s just not tasty!”

The twins talked among themselves, expressing their admiration.

To demonstrate her prowess, Tang Fu picked two more pieces of ginger and crunched them down.

The surprise in the twins’ eyes shone even brighter, full of respect: “Silly… ahem, Fufu, you’re incredible!”

Xue Chuchu, watching silently, focused on her meal.

Tang Fu smirked, exuding a confident flair as she gave her champion’s speech:

“Once when I was little, I accidentally ate ginger, and my mom saw. Ever since then, whenever we dined out, she boasts about my ability to eat ginger, and at every meal, I must perform it.”

Recalling the astonished looks of relatives and the constant praise, Tang Fu couldn’t help but revel in it.

Chen Siyu: “So it’s a talent cultivated from a young age!”

Chen Siqing took a deep breath: “There’s always a reason behind success.”

Tang Fu ate another piece of ginger, “Hahaha~”

Yang Sheng, who hadn’t shared a meal for quite some time, specifically swapped seats with Shang Caiwei today, unable to stand Tang Fu’s ignorant demeanor, she quipped: “Your mom’s had it tough, finding your talent is really challenging.”

Geng Lu agreed: “Indeed, whenever we visit relatives, my mom makes me sing, yours can only show off her daughter eating ginger.”

Jiang Ning: “Heartbreaking, brings tears to my eyes.”

During the third-period self-study class in the afternoon, Xin Youling was at the podium overseeing class 8.

Before she could assert her authority as the class monitor, Wu Xiaoqi picked up his cherished basketball, ready to head out for practice.

Seeing this, Xin Youling asked: “Wu Xiaoqi, what are you doing?”

“Chasing dreams!” Leaving these two words, Wu Xiaoqi walked out without looking back, leaving behind a dashing silhouette.

Xin Youling felt weary; it’s not the first time Wu Xiaoqi skipped class, and after explaining to the homeroom teacher, Shan Qingrong said not to bother, as long as he doesn’t disrupt class discipline.

Xin Youling was puzzled; is she just a figurehead as the class monitor?

Why can’t anyone handle this?

Wang Longlong, seeing Wu Xiaoqi step out, said: “The first-year students, two classes are having a basketball match today.”

Dan Kaiquan responded with an “Oh”, not caring much.

Though he played basketball, he wasn’t obsessed, and basketball games had nothing to do with him.

Wang Longlong continued: “Class 16 and class 7 of first-year are the ones playing, Wu Yunzhi is the main player.”

Dan Kaiquan’s eyes shifted slightly, having clashed with Wu Yunzhi previously over a confession and a confrontation on the field.

But he was more interested in whether Lan Zichen would watch the match.

During high school, when boys from the class played basketball against other classes, the girls often liked to cheer them on.

Though concerned, he, as a student, couldn’t leave the class and could only hope that Wu Yunzhi would get blocked hard by someone.

After leaving class, Wu Xiaoqi dribbled the ball towards the playground.

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