Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack

Chapter 1796: Chapter 1776:

So rather than calling them swaggeringly fearless, it’s more accurate to say they’re calmly going with the flow. Even when they’re butting heads they don’t need to hurt themselves; if they can win they’ll fight for it, if they can’t... then they’ll just give it up. Their lives and their health matter more than any so‑called victory.

This is what He Wenyu taught Yellow Class: only by being alive, only by living healthily, can you eat more delicious food, and eat your way across the world.

If you lose your life, you can’t eat at all; if you’re injured, food loses its taste, and even the rarest delicacy in front of you becomes utterly flavorless.

When it comes to eating, Yellow Class is very focused, so they’ve all put so‑called victory behind their own lives and health.

Anyway, even if they lose, they’re still a one‑of‑a‑kind, rewriting‑history existence. There’s absolutely no need to cling to some so‑called honor and make themselves miserable.

Because of that, everyone is really relaxed. Even if they’re nervous, the pressure is still far lighter than in the other classes, so their calm is on a whole different level.

Worst case, they just start over from scratch.

"It’s not just Heaven Class; most of Earth and Mystery Class’s attention is on us too." Di Jun chimed in on the side, cutting Luo Qianqian a sideways glance before asking, "Tell me, should I show off a bit more? Let them think we’ve got a foolproof plan, make them even more nervous?"

"What foolproof plan could we possibly have? It’s not like we can pick our lineup freely—you think this is ’Tian Ji horse racing’?" He Wenyu curled his lip. "Honestly, I feel like if you swagger too hard, and we lose later, we’ll probably get mocked..."

"My opponent’s probably pretty strong. How about I handle the showing off later." Luo Qianqian sighed. "I’ll just piss him off and play some mind games; if I can win, great. If I can’t, at least I won’t be too pathetic."

Going all‑out in a fight is fine, but if Di Jun just directly heals those kinds of injuries and they enter the next round without any pain at all, they’ll definitely attract everyone’s curiosity about this ’Medical Kit’.

"Mind games—don’t tell me you mean doggerel poems or something? I get the feeling he’s actually pretty good at poetry and lyrics and that kind of stuff?" He Wenyu looked at Luo Qianqian’s opponent, the ’Pretty Boy’, took a deep breath and said, "What if he doesn’t even do anything, and you get so mad you spit up blood on the spot?"

"You can’t assume he’s good at it just because he’s fair‑skinned, okay? All right then, Di Jun, I’ll give you a couplet—try to match it." Luo Qianqian turned to the one who also had ’Pretty Boy’ Potential—no, to be precise, compared to that scheming ’Pretty Boy’ over there, this one was the purebred type.

"Go ahead." Di Jun nodded without hesitation.

"Rivers, Lakes, Seas and Oceans."

"...Land, Slopes and Hills?" Di Jun scratched his head. "Or how about, Clouds, Mist, Dew and Rain?"

"Okay, you’ve convinced me." He Wenyu listened and silently nodded. "I am now filled with confidence in you."

Di Jun looked totally lost. "So? How was my answer?"

"Not bad, it works." He Wenyu nodded with a perfectly calm face. "Although even Gold, Silver, Bronze, Iron would be better than those, right?" He looked puzzled—after all... no one had ever come up with a response like Di Jun’s.

Luo Qianqian covered her mouth, snickering. "It’s pretty good already, he did put effort into thinking it through. Don’t be so picky."

"No, where exactly did I go wrong?" Di Jun turned, baffled, to Long Tu. "You know this stuff?"

Long Tu shot Di Jun a sideways look and said nothing, clearly not interested in engaging.

"See? See? At least I can answer something—Long Tu can’t even do that. I’m way better than him! He’s useless. Don’t laugh at me, laugh at him!"

...Yeah, what men hate most is being called ’useless’, especially in front of a crowd like this.

Long Tu gave a cold snort. "Qin, Se, Pipa; Demons and Spirits; Surging Waves; Turbid Jing and Clear Wei; Lonely Study Window; Thunder and Frost and Snow... You want more?"

Di Jun turned his head toward Luo Qianqian. "How come you’re not laughing at his answers?"

"Because he didn’t get them wrong..." Luo Qianqian looked completely innocent. "Honestly, I only know four: Rivers, Lakes, Seas and Oceans; Surging Waves; Demons and Spirits; Qin, Se, Pipa. Long Tu’s way better than me."

"Isn’t he? But why are these like this?" Di Jun was utterly confused. It made no sense to him at all!

After all... Rivers, Lakes, Seas and Oceans are all related to water, and the ocean is the biggest, right?

But how are those other things supposed to be compared by size?

"Buddy, you’re overthinking it." He Wenyu looked at Di Jun, smiling, clearly having figured out his train of thought. "They’re grouped by having the same radicals. You’ve still got a lot to learn—there’s a long road ahead before you can become a proper ’Pretty Boy’."

"...What ’Pretty Boy’?" Di Jun admitted he was very fair‑skinned; that’s just how he was born, a combination of all kinds of factors. What was he supposed to do about that?

But even so, compared to Luo Shiliu he was still a shade duller. That guy was white to the point of glowing, like polished jade, dewy and luminous.

"Then you must be a Little Pretty Boy. Nice—that makes me the true Pretty Boy." Di Jun seemed to have guessed the answer, chuckling proudly—totally taking it as a compliment instead of an insult.

Only Luo Qianqian, He Wenyu, and even Long Tu had already lowered their heads, doing their best to act like they didn’t know this person, clearly not wanting to explain anything.

"Shiliu, are we having a group meal today?" Di Jun looked at He Wenyu, eyes shining. At this exact moment, if anything could scatter all his random thoughts, it would definitely be food, food, and more food. Important things must be said three times.

"Yeah, same old rules—bring your own ingredients." He Wenyu watched as the surrounding classmates instantly swarmed over. After exchanging a look with Luo Qianqian, he could only give a wry smile. "I’ll talk to the teacher later, borrow a bigger place, and we’ll cook outside, so we don’t attract any uninvited guests."

If they stayed in the classroom, Ji Lei would inevitably turn up with his younger brother Kuang Xiao, invited or not.

Even now, as the one maintaining order, Ji Lei was still focused on them. His gaze wasn’t about worrying over their upcoming matches; he was worried that... he’d miss out on the post‑match food festival!

What kind of magical creatures are the people in their class, seriously?

"Shiliu, when you weren’t around, I tried cooking too, but it just wasn’t nearly as tasty as yours. Looks like I really don’t have any talent for it." The classmates immediately got fired up; whatever little tension had been left completely evaporated, leaving everyone around them staring, baffled.

Only Ji Lei clenched his fists, thinking to himself, "They’re definitely talking about food! How dare they start without me!"

The Heaven Class students frowned even more deeply. Was this supposed to be fearless confidence? Just what kind of trump card did they have to maintain that kind of attitude? They’d trained hard for a month and still couldn’t get to this state—were they really destined to lose to Yellow Class this year? They refused to believe that! That was absolutely impossible!

It had to be because the person exiled from their class was insanely strong! Yeah, that had to be it!

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