Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 689 - 422: Evil Neighbor_2

Jiang Ning replied, "Immortal Technique."

Wei Zishan was silent for a while, "You must be joking, brother."

...

With nothing else to do, Jiang Ning chatted with her for a bit and then, too lazy to respond to messages, he set his phone aside. He didn’t accept Wei Zishan’s friend request.

As dusk fell, the sun was no longer scorching as it had been at noon.

Xue Yuantong had taken a nap, and after waking up, she drowsily rubbed her eyes and went to wash her face.

Then she ran next door to play with Chuchu, who had been on holiday these past couple of days, studying at home every day. As soon as she entered, Xue Yuantong saw that she was still studying.

She ran back home and on the way, stopped by Jiang Ning’s room to grab a tablet.

"Jiang Ning, Dongdong from next door came back yesterday." She chatted while playing a game, and on the iPad’s screen, a person with a jetpack was flying forward.

"Who’s Dongdong?" Jiang Ning asked, extending his Divine Sense to scan the bungalow and spotted a pudgy, dark-skinned little boy.

The boy was about six or seven years old, around 140 centimeters tall, and weighed over 90 pounds, robust and dark.

Xue Yuantong pouted, "A bear of a child, no manners!"

Jiang Ning: "Oh?"

For Xue Yuantong to say someone had no manners, he must really be ill-mannered.

"Jiang Ning, if Dongdong bothers you, don’t beat him up too badly, okay? His grandma is unreasonable," Xue Yuantong cautioned, knowing Jiang Ning’s temper well.

That kid Dongdong was very bad, even worse than the naughtiest child in Xue Yuantong’s village, not only impolite but also skilled at kicking up a fuss and being annoying.

He once came over to play and as soon as he entered the house, he rummaged everywhere for snacks. The problem was, he would tear open bags and not eat the contents, leaving a mess.

One time when Xue Yuantong wasn’t home, he took the doll her mother had bought for her, and by the time it was returned, it was extremely dirty. When Xue Yuantong confronted Grandma Dongdong about it, she dismissed it, saying, "It’s just a cloth doll, isn’t it?"

Since then, Xue Yuantong never let him into her home again.

Thankfully, Dongdong only returned to the bungalow during the summer holidays, otherwise Xue Yuantong would always need to be on guard.

"Don’t worry, I don’t stoop to a child’s level," Jiang Ning said. He was nothing like Zhang Chi from his class.

Xue Yuantong nodded in relief, "That’s good."

As the sun set and the temperature dropped, the neighbor carried out a bowl of herbal tea while Uncle Zhang, who butchered pigs, walked his Black Back Wolf Dog as usual, still without a leash.

However, when the Black Back Wolf Dog passed by Xue Yuantong’s house it kept its distance; Uncle Zhang kicked the dog, prompting it to skirt even farther away.

"Hey, you beast!" Uncle Zhang scolded.

After studying all day, Xue Chuchu stood at the doorway, her eyes resting as she gazed out at the distant fields.

She turned and headed to Tongtong’s house to watch her play games.

The two of them took turns playing.

Before long, a chubby little boy ran out. This boy was very dark, especially dark, with a round face, a large mouth, and small eyes—unattractive.

He ran ahead, with an old, plump lady chasing after him, calling out, "Dongdong, Dongdong, slow down!"

Dongdong stopped at Xue Yuantong’s doorstep, glanced at Jiang Ning, whom he didn’t recognize, then at Tongtong, and finally took notice of Xue Chuchu.

A boy of about five or six could distinguish beauty, and after sizing up Chuchu, he ran over with hands outstretched:

"Sister, hug!"

Before Chuchu could react, Xue Yuantong defensively pulled Chuchu behind her and stood still, glaring at Dongdong.

The previous year, her mother had warned her not to play with Dongdong for his hands were not trustworthy; Xue Yuantong remembered this, and how could she possibly allow Chuchu to hug him?

Seeing Xue Yuantong’s attitude and noting the pretty sister didn’t want to hug him, Dongdong immediately pulled out his slingshot and started to make a scene:

"Xue Yuantong, you fatherless thing, are you asking for a beating?"

His words were ugly as he pulled back the slingshot’s rubber band aiming at Xue Yuantong.

Although this kid was only six or seven years old, his weight of over 90 pounds made him heavier than ordinary girls, and with his robust and dark complexion, he could be quite a fighter.

Xue Yuantong, having been insulted, retorted angrily:

"Keep it up, and tonight, I’ll have my mom beat you up!"

Unafraid, Dongdong drew the slingshot back even further, "I’ll get my grandma to hit your mom!"

Xue Yuantong was furious.

Without any adult males in her family, even a little boy could bully her with impunity.

Dongdong tightened his grip on the slingshot, poised to strike. Kids don’t understand consequences; he was aiming straight for Xue Yuantong’s face, which could have horrendous results.

At that moment, Jiang Ning reached out and snatched the slingshot from his hand.

After twirling it a couple of times, he remarked, "What a piece of junk slingshot."

He casually tossed it away.

With empty hands, Dongdong hadn’t even processed the reality of losing his slingshot when after two seconds, he bellowed:

"You dare to steal my slingshot?"

Jiang Ning looked at him, stood up straight, his height of 180 centimeters overpowering the boy’s 140, exerting an imposing presence:

"Little friend, are you unhappy about something?"

Jiang Ning clenched his fist and gave it a little shake in front of him.

Dongdong’s expression flipped from arrogance to fear; he scuttled off to retrieve his slingshot.

Jiang Ning scoffed with disdain, "Tch."

Xue Chuchu found it amusing to see Jiang Ning’s approach, pleased yet thinking it was funny how he bullied the child.

Xue Yuantong felt much more at ease; having lived there for several years, she knew all too well how detestable Dongdong was, a regular little tyrant.

Now with Jiang Ning around, if Dongdong dared to be bold, she would just hire Jiang Ning to make him cry.

After being intimidated, Dongdong temporarily stopped bothering them. He wielded his slingshot aimlessly in the open space, targeting the old man next door, aiming at sparrows in a tree.

Uncle Zhang, watching from the sidelines, clicked his tongue, wondering why Jiang Ning hadn’t given the brat a good thrashing.

Dongdong’s grandma was a madwoman; she might make a scene if provoked.