This is what an immortal should be like

Chapter 1 The Last Day

In an old office, a sturdy old-fashioned fan made a series of "clang clang clang" sounds while bringing gusts of wind.

Although it was summer, the area near the mountains cooled down quickly in the afternoon, at least in this office.

Zhuang Lin, who was taking a lunch break, had completely relaxed.

The surroundings were clearly not quiet, and there was even a faint noise, but he felt a faint sense of tranquility in his heart, as if he was half asleep, as if floating in the rippling blue waves.

I no longer have the panic and anxiety of being in a strange world, and I have let go of my longing for home. I have also reconciled with myself and accepted the fact that I am still mediocre. I just enjoy a moment of peace.

In a sense, Zhuang Lin believes that he is both a brand new self and still the same person who is good at discovering the beauty of life.

"Teacher Zhuang, Teacher Zhuang, Zhuang"

The sudden and crisp voice woke Zhuang Lin up. His eyelids moved, and he subconsciously turned his head to the direction of the voice, and opened his eyes at the same time.

There was a little boy standing at the door. The afternoon sun shone through his figure, causing Zhuang Lin, who had just woken up from a nap, to squint his eyes slightly.

The child clutched the corner of his clothes with one hand and scratched his head with the other, with a look of embarrassment and uneasiness on his face, probably realizing that he had accidentally woken up the teacher.

This teacher, who knows a lot and is sometimes serious and sometimes humorous, always makes his students both awed and loved.

Zhuang Lin reached out to touch his phone almost out of habit.

Of course, I couldn't touch it.

Once again, I commemorate my broken cell phone that was washed away by the mountain torrent.
Then Zhuang Lin looked up and opened his eyes, and saw the old wooden desk covered with starch and several piles of exercise books on it.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Zhuang Lin finally reacted. He smiled to himself and turned his head to look at the wall clock.

The wooden wall clock was moving, and the time was 3:52.

On the calendar with flowers printed on the side, July 7st is circled in red, and the calendar says the new calendar year 1 Jiachen, 380 AD, and the words "Established by the Imperial Astronomical Inspectorate" at the end are also very eye-catching.

Only six or seven minutes have passed since the get out of class ended, and I really only took a short nap.

In the brief moment when his gaze turned back to the door, Zhuang Lin had already woken up. He sat up straight with his hands on the table and smiled at the boy.

"Come in, what's the matter?"

Seeing the teacher's smile, the child at the door relaxed and walked in quickly.

"Teacher Zhuang, the principal said he has guests to attend to soon, so we need to remind you not to forget to cover for him!"

The child's voice is clear and pleasant, and you can hear some anticipation and joy in him.

"Okay, I see. What's the next class?"

As Zhuang Lin spoke, he subconsciously glanced at the class schedule posted on the table, and the little boy couldn't wait to answer the teacher's questions.

"music class!"

"Dingle bell bell bell bell"

The little boy had barely finished speaking when the school bell rang.
"You go to the classroom first. The teacher will be there soon with the books."

Zhuang Lin said this with a smile, and the little boy replied with an "Yeah" and ran out in a hurry, as if he had to go back to the classroom immediately because the bell rang.

After seeing everyone leave, Zhuang Lin stood up, walked to the old principal's desk, picked up the music textbook that was placed in a conspicuous place, and looked outside.

The sun passing over the mountains in the distance casts a radiance due to the Tyndall effect.

The old principal is not here at this time. He must have gone to wait for those people in advance, right?

Zhuang Lin pondered in his mind and looked back at the calendar.

This is not the world he is familiar with. Zhuang Lin knew this a long time ago. He knew this when he saw in the textbook that China's land area is 14 million square kilometers.

So even though the calendar has the year 2024 on it, it is not the time and space that Zhuang Lin is familiar with, and even the overall size of the world is quite different.

Zhuang Lin glanced at the ink-black landline phone next to the principal's desk, thinking about the information he had learned over such a long time. Compared with the world he came from, the pace of development of the times was perhaps only around the 1990s at best?

"call"

Zhuang Lin took a deep breath and cheered himself up.

Yesterday, the old principal finally dialed that number using the school landline. If nothing unexpected happens, today will be his last day of teaching at Muling Primary School.

Summer vacation will begin after the class ends today, but students probably don’t know that during the long vacation, this Hope Primary School, which was originally built by the villagers themselves with building materials carried on their shoulders, will be demolished.
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A moment later, the classroom with students from grades one to four was already quiet, and Zhuang Lin arrived at the classroom door.

Given the number of students and limited teaching staff, most classes at Muling Primary School are attended by all students together.

As for why there are no fifth and sixth grades, I'm sorry, Muling Primary School can only go up to the fourth grade, and fifth and sixth grades have to be attended elsewhere.

Zhuang Lin paused briefly at the classroom door before walking in. "Stand up!"

There were four grades in each class. The fourth grade monitor spoke loudly, and more than seventy children stood up at once.

Zhuang Lin, who has always had a strong ability to adapt, has already begun to like his current life.

Although the Internet and convenient technology are still very nostalgic, it can be said that we now have a simple and pure spiritual abundance.

To put it another way, although the historical context here is very different from the world he used to live in, according to the era in which Zhuang Lin lives now, the pace of development will gradually approach that level in at most ten or twenty years, right?

I'm still so young, I can wait!
And I shouldn’t be short of money by then!
All these thoughts flashed through Zhuang Lin's mind briefly. A smile appeared on his face, three parts of which were the habit of wanting to appear to be a role model, and seven parts were the real love for the children in front of him. Then he walked into the old classroom.

"Hello students!"

"Hello, teacher."

The seventy children were already full of energy, and with the summer vacation approaching, the sound seemed to make the afternoon sun want to take a walk and rise again from the east.

"Please sit down!"

Zhuang Lin said this, and after all the students sat down, he stood in front of the podium and flipped through the music book he brought with him.

The history here is both familiar and unfamiliar, especially from the Yuan and Ming dynasties to the present era. Although there are many things similar to what Zhuang Lin remembers, there are also many differences.

For example, this music book seems to lack many of the songs that Zhuang Lin was familiar with in his childhood.

Zhuang Lin's strength is not limited to teaching materials. He is also recognized by the old principal and the children. This is partly because he is not a professional teacher, but also because of his own performance.

At this moment, Zhuang Lin suddenly had an idea and decided not to read from the textbook. Instead, he closed the music textbook and prepared to teach a new song as a gift to the children.

Just change some of the lyrics and it will be a perfect song!
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At the same time, on the dirt road outside the school, several cars were slowly driving along the road in the distance, while the old principal of the primary school and the school's only old school worker and security guard were standing at the school gate.

The old principal's hair and beard were all white, and his mustache was about half a foot long. He looked at the direction of the car coming from the distance, sighed slightly in his heart, and coughed a few times, which caused the old guy next to him, who was also of similar age, to want to help him, but he blocked it with his hand.

Among the cars in the distance, there were two people sitting in the back seat of the leading car.

The middle-aged man on the right is a little overweight, and his seemingly thin and plain clothes and the tired look on his face cannot hide his noble air.

On the left is a thin, slightly old man with unshaven beard and gray hair. Even in the hot weather, he still wears a work vest over his inner lining, and his face looks energetic.

Because the dirt road was uneven and had many wheel marks from ox carts, the people sitting in the car were also shaken badly.

"Mr. Liu, Director Zhou, we've arrived at Muling Primary School."

"Ok!"

The middle-aged man in a suit and tie sitting in the passenger seat said this, while the person in the back seat was watching the approaching elementary school through the side window.

The wealthy and noble man was named Liu Shihao. He was looking at the elementary school, but he was thinking about more follow-up matters in his heart.

Compared to other people's excited or nervous anticipation, Liu Shihao is more worried about his son.

Although this method is a bit absurd, it has been verified by several psychology experts and Buddhist and Taoist masters, and it is also Liu Shihao's last resort.

Liu Shihao has no time left. Whether his son's illness will be cured in the future or not, he has done his best as a father.

Of course, few people knew about Liu Shihao's illness, not even Zhou Xianglin. His urgency was more understood as concern for his son.

The good news is that everything is going smoothly.

Ugh.
He sighed silently in his heart, but Liu Shihao's expression did not change on the surface.

At the school gate at the end of the dirt road, the old principal's slightly cloudy eyes were looking at the approaching car, and he was recalling every little detail of his time in this school.

There are few dirt roads in this area, let alone good modern highways.

Therefore, every brick and tile of this relatively neat Muling Primary School was carried in by the old principal and villagers in the early years by manpower over mountains and hills along rugged roads. The old principal also has deep feelings for this place.

As his thoughts were racing, the car was approaching. As it stopped, the people in the car got out one after another, and the old principal and the old school worker beside him walked over.

The person in the leading vehicle glanced at the person next to him and came forward. The noble middle-aged man smiled and without waiting for the old man to speak, he stretched out his hands and shook the old principal's skinny right hand.

"Old principal, you finally figured it out!"

The old principal smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Mr. Liu, the children are all leaving. There's no point in me holding on any longer."

"Thank you for your understanding, thank you for your understanding!"

Mr. Liu didn't say much, just shook hands firmly.

(End of this chapter)