Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack

Chapter 1798: Chapter 1778:

Only, the Mystery Class seniors sitting behind them were all full of contempt and disdain.

This time, it’d be best if not a single one of them made it to the next round!

Even if those people might have been weaker than you at the beginning, it’s obvious that now, things are already completely different. Otherwise, why would everyone outside be dying to get into the Academy? Because of the heaven‑defying Cultivation resources. But those resources aren’t for everyone; only the outstanding can get them—like the Geniuses of the Heaven Class and Earth Class, and like the Freshman Yellow Class who took a shortcut.

Looking at the Heaven Class and Earth Class seats packed full, their hearts were also full of unwillingness.

But some people are destined from birth never to stand with them. No matter how hard they try, no matter how good their luck is later on, they still can’t change it.

And those three who were exiled, in their eyes, were the key to changing the fate of the Yellow Class!

They simply had no idea that those three were just pure support; the one who truly pulled the Yellow Class together was their Goddess, He Wenyu, whose food was overflowing with Charm.

Putting everything else aside, even if Long Tu said something, they might not all listen. But if it was He Wenyu? No need to think about it, they’d all seriously listen and adopt it.

The Charm of food is great. It’s just that people who’ve only ever eaten stuff that doesn’t even deserve to be called cuisine have no way to understand this.

"Shiqi, it’s almost our turn." The senior grades’ matches had basically all ended quickly, with no suspense at all in the rankings: Heaven, Earth, Mystery, Yellow.

Everyone from the Heaven Class and Earth Class had stayed—from grade seven down to the Freshmen who hadn’t gone on stage yet—all waiting for the battles to come. Only the Mystery Class and Yellow Class would leave right after their grade was done; no need to stick around.

The Mystery Class didn’t want to witness the Freshman Mystery Class hitting rock bottom again; the Yellow Class didn’t want to witness the brilliant glory of the equally Yellow Class but "legend‑stamped" Freshman Yellow Class.

They always felt that once they were compared to the freshmen, they were just way too outstanding (terrible).

Before the matches started, everyone had already switched seats, making sure the contestants were right in front, easy to go out. Of course, only the Yellow Class actually had to do this. After all... the other classes had been sitting that way from the start.

If the lists hadn’t been submitted early, and if the contestants hadn’t already received their grade’s battle schedule, they really might have believed that.

The freshmen’s matches also started according to the draw order. The first group was surprising: Heaven Class versus Heaven Class, so there was zero resentment. One of them just admitted defeat. He didn’t even step onto the arena, just directly forfeited.

This seemed to be something they’d already discussed, so no one objected.

The second group was He Wenyu versus Xiao Hei.

Luo Qianqian grabbed He Wenyu’s hand to cheer her on. He Wenyu showed a smile: "Relax, my Swordsmanship’s not bad."

But right as she was about to go on stage, the other guy suddenly conceded: "Boss... no, I mean, this bro doesn’t fight women. Let them have this round."

Even though their side had already lost a person earlier, his team was still acting very generous, using this to showcase their magnanimity and manly pride.

He Wenyu stood up, eyes going round, stomping her feet in anger: "Are you kidding me? I came here to practice Swordsmanship! And he just gives up?!"

"No wonder Luo Mier hasn’t shown up; they’re way too protective of delicate flowers. Probably, yeah." Luo Qianqian laughed, directly tugging He Wenyu back into her seat. "Enough, this still successfully advances one of our class, doesn’t it? And with zero energy spent."

"I’m not reconciled, okay? I really wanted to throw down. If it’s all like this, how are we supposed to play?" He Wenyu fumed.

"You’re lucky, you know? My opponent definitely won’t be like that." Luo Qianqian looked at the "Pretty Boy" across from her, her breathing tightening a bit. "Feels like I’m prey in his eyes, which seriously pisses me off."

"..." He Wenyu glanced over, then quickly pulled her gaze back with a weird expression. "Why do I feel like he’s the one who made my opponent concede?"

"I get that feeling too... Is it because he plans to beat me?" Luo Qianqian was also confused, pressing her lips together. "Take it easy and observe carefully. For all you know, your real opponent might be among the next ones on stage."

He Wenyu nodded and stared intently at the arena, but her obvious sidelong glances were still gauging the other side.

She just couldn’t figure it out—why gift them a win? Just because she’s a girl? That’s so unnecessary, right? Girls can be seriously strong too, okay?

Meanwhile, Kuang Xiao was watching the two little girls with great interest, thinking to himself, "Are these two little lasses lucky or unlucky? One’s up against someone that side has already taken a fancy to, and the other gets the guy known as a moving fortress with ultra‑defense to voluntarily give up?"

With that thought, he couldn’t help glancing over at the Freshman Heaven Class below, emotions all over the place. In a sense, that kid’s actually pretty kind, huh? Even though in his eyes, he’s very black!

This guy definitely does everything for a reason, doesn’t he?

Ji Lei also frowned on the field, totally puzzled—what is the Heaven Class trying to pull? They actually concede? And with that kind of excuse? Which means, when Luo Shiqi fights, it’s basically like she’s carrying two people’s battle on her back, even fighting on behalf of all women?

Damn, that’s dark. Are they trying to manufacture pressure? What’s the goal behind that? No way this is just for fun. He doesn’t believe Heaven Class people throw away victory on a whim; they’re not the type to shoot arrows without a target!

At that moment, Luo Qianqian also received Ji Lei’s serious gaze. She froze for a second, then understood something and was even more shocked, her mouth slightly falling open: "No way..."

"What? What’s wrong?" He Wenyu immediately asked, since her first round was already over.

"Ji Lei seems to be saying that they’re trying to put psychological pressure on me. If I lose, it means you lost too, and it also proves women are weaker? So they’re ’sympathizing with the weak’ by donating a win, putting themselves up on the moral high ground? That’s what he means, right?" Luo Qianqian digested what Ji Lei was sending her, finding it kind of unbelievable, even a bit beyond her mental limits.

Manipulating public opinion? People these days still have that kind of skill?

She turned her head toward He Wenyu, only to see her serious face and heavy gaze. It was like being struck by lightning. Right, back then wasn’t He Wenyu almost dragged around by public opinion and forced to marry? Provided she had been one of those ordinary little girls who only knew the Three Obediences and Four Virtues. Unfortunately for them, she wasn’t, so they didn’t succeed.

Isn’t using that trick against her now kind of overestimating her? She totally can’t carry that big a burden...

Even though Luo Qianqian looked nonchalant, she still felt like a mountain was pressing on her chest. She suddenly realized her opponent was kind of evil—so what now? Waiting online, pretty urgent.

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