I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 118 Love Letter Cake
"Yes, Mom, I'm at the police station. The police officer will take me home in a bit."

"Oh, it's nothing. I was one of the eyewitnesses and was summoned. Pretty impressive, huh? I saw fragments of people!"

"It's okay, the police officer told me to look at it."

Upon hearing the little girl's last words, the elderly policeman waiting nearby almost spat out his water.

He quickly grabbed the microphone to clarify, "Madam, your daughter didn't see anything. We can vouch for her with our positions; she's just bragging to you."

"Oh, you know."

The veteran policeman nodded with satisfaction. His expression suddenly tightened.

“I’m not his classmate, nor am I pretending. Your daughter isn’t lying to you.”

Upon hearing this, Mei Mengqian and Jiang Yingzhu, who had already finished their questioning, both looked at Yu Bing with surprise.

What does this guy usually do at home?

Soon after, Li Yan finished his questioning; by then it was already dark.

They mailed the bicycles and were then driven back to the city in a police car.

There were quite a few trucks on the national highway at night, but the vehicles traveled very safely along the way.

After the initial tension subsided, Jiang Yingzhu, Yu Bing, and Mei Mengqian all relaxed.

"So you really can catch anything when you fish," Jiang Yingzhu said with a hint of surprise.

She experienced something new again this afternoon: a police station, something she had only seen before.

"Officer, we won't be summoned again, right? We still have to go to school."

Yu Bing asked, a hint of expectation in her eyes, which the old policeman noticed at a glance.

It's really true that I've settled in Bengbu.

"No need, this has nothing to do with you. Students should just focus on their studies."

After the older policeman in the passenger seat finished speaking, the driver also said:

"If you're really curious about these things, you can try applying to police academy later."

The three women fell silent.

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Monday, at school.

Li Yan is checking the system panel.

First, they have mastered the basic knowledge represented by high school physics and mathematics to an extraordinary degree.

These are the foundations for applying spiritual power, but Li Yan didn't pay much attention to them.

Then, the various cultivation arts that the system actively bestowed upon me, such as alchemy, weapon crafting, formations, and talismans, were all mastered to a high level.

Among the many skills he has mastered, he has reached an excellent level.

Next to Li Yan, the homeroom teacher, Li Ping, was giving a long and detailed explanation of the composition.

He glanced at Li Yan, who was holding a Taoist classic, but said nothing and continued:
"The most important thing about writing essays is accumulation. Only by accumulating more knowledge can you write good essays. If you write down things that everyone already knows, the teacher has read them a thousand or eight hundred times. How can you possibly get a high score?"

Li Ping smiled faintly, "For example!"

Upon hearing these three words, most students showed bored expressions and yawned.

Chen Xiyuan, on the other hand, was immediately alerted. He knew that Li Ping was about to show off.

The next moment, Li Ping asked, "For example, which dynasty came after the fall of the Northern Song Dynasty?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Yang Xiong then said:
"After the fall of the Northern Song Dynasty came the Southern Song Dynasty, teacher."

Once someone takes the lead, others immediately follow suit.

Li Ping immediately smiled and said, "You're wrong."

Everyone fell silent. Just as Li Ping was about to give the answer, Chen Xiyuan raised his hand.

"The pseudo-Chu state lasted only one month."

Instantly, the smile on Li Ping's lips froze. He glanced at Chen Xiyuan and nodded in agreement.

“That’s right, Chen Xiyuan is right.”

"This is the benefit of accumulating more knowledge. You are different from others, and your essay score will naturally be different from others as well."

"Take Chen Xiyuan, for example; he has a wealth of knowledge. Chen Xiyuan, do you know who was the longest-reigning emperor in history?"

Li Ping smiled again.

The crowd whispered about Emperor Qianlong, but Chen Xiyuan spoke calmly with an arrogant expression.

"Zhao Tuo, the Martial Emperor of Nanyue, lived from the Warring States period to the reign of Emperor Wu of Han, outliving nine emperors from Qin Shi Huang to Emperor Jing of Han, and lived to the age of 103."

Upon hearing this, Li Ping froze again. What was wrong with this student?

"Very good, but too much of a good thing can be bad. You should pay more attention to your main subjects and not spend too much energy on trivial matters," Li Ping said.

For everyone in the class, this was tantamount to admitting that Chen Xiyuan was right.

Immediately, some girls looked at Chen Xiyuan with admiration.

"He's so handsome and knows so much."

"Exactly, exactly, he has the air of a refined gentleman from ancient times."

The two girls in the back row of the first group spoke.

"Damn it, how many times has this happened? I've been tricked again."

Ma Liang spoke up, a little annoyed. The two girls were fair-skinned and were also his sweethearts.

“He’s showing off with real knowledge, Liangzi, you have to admit it whether you like it or not,” Xiao Shuai said.

"Besides, Chen Xiyuan stole Li Ping's B, not yours."

According to Xiao Shuai's observation, Chen Xiyuan completely revealed his true nature after becoming the second in the class.

This guy likes to show off, but unlike Ye Daijia's simple boasting, he likes to flaunt his knowledge.

But he didn't just show off his knowledge; he stole someone else's pen to show off.

For example, with Li Ping, the stage was already set up, and Chen Xiyuan directly said what Li Ping wanted to say.

"He's really in trouble now. He's shown his true colors to the homeroom teacher. Who knows when he'll be secretly dealt with."

Xiao Shuai shook his head, exuding an air of worldly wisdom.

Li Yan ignored the commotion in the Chinese class.

Apart from the carefully selected texts in the textbook that are worth rereading, the rest of the Chinese language class is not as good as self-study time.

At least there are no teachers buzzing around.

Li Yan dispersed his consciousness, listening to the discussions of his classmates, his mind blank.

He had reached a bottleneck in his spiritual cultivation, and recently switched to a different spiritual cultivation method, which was a Taoist classic derived from Zhuangzi's theories.

Train your spiritual awareness by observing the myriad aspects of life.

Chen Xiyuan didn't get his comeuppance, but Hu Weiwen did get his by the trash can in the classroom.

Hu Weiwen was fast asleep when suddenly a thunderous roar rang in his ears.

"Still sleeping! Stand up!!" Instantly, not only the other students in Hu Weiwen's class who were dozing off, but also woke up.

Zhang Wei was also dozing off, but upon hearing this, he instinctively stood up.

Ma Liang immediately grabbed him, "Brother Wei, don't worry, they're not calling you, they're calling Hu Weiwen."

"Oh. Him? He's alright then." Zhang Wei breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to watch the show.

Li Ping pointed at Hu Weiwen's nose and started cursing.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep! Is school a place for you to sleep?! Did you come here to study or to sleep?!"

"Other teachers have told me that you've been sleeping in class more than once or twice. This isn't the first time I've told you this, but you keep doing it. Just wait until your parents are called in!"

Hu Weiwen nodded, adjusted his glasses, and said:

"Teacher, I don't want to either. I have health problems, and I don't know when I'll fall asleep."

Upon hearing this, Li Ping said, "What's wrong with your health? Bring me your medical reports!"

“I have underdeveloped growth, and the doctor said I need to sleep more,” Hu Weiwen said.

"Get to the back and stand there!" Li Ping said angrily. "That sleeping god."

Zhang Wei exclaimed, "Brother Hu is really something! He sleeps through the homeroom teacher's classes every day."

"It seems like he only hasn't slept during PE class," Ma Liang said. "By the way, is he really that sleepy?"

“You don’t understand. My brother Hu is different from us. He’s nocturnal,” Yu Bin said.

Xiao Shuai also said, "Liangzi, don't worry so much. He doesn't listen in class, but he still gets higher scores than you."

Ma Liang felt a sharp pain in his heart, picked up a pen, and began to draw on the table. He wanted to draw something that could help him become smarter.

During lunch break, Li Yan went out of the teaching building alone to eat outside the school.

The cafeteria is too crowded at lunchtime, and you can't outrun the second and third-year high school students.

Xiao Qingmei and her deskmate were not there; they were sleeping in the classroom.

The two of them were so excited last night that they had no energy today.

Li Yan scanned the numerous shops with his divine sense and finally went to the Forget-Me-Not Restaurant to eat stir-fried dishes.

Stir-fried dishes are a bit expensive for students, and the restaurant doesn't sell rice bowls, so it's not usually packed with people.

Li Yan ordered the dishes the three of them liked, and then packed them up to take to the teaching building.

He planned to go to Class 8 first, so he walked up the stairs of the administration building.

On this wall, you can see entries from calligraphy competitions.

Li Yan saw his own calligraphy with a pen, but not with a brush.

"Did the teacher take it?"

He guessed in his mind, then his divine sense swept across the entire school and soon found his calligraphy in the principal's office.

The "Serve the People" sign was placed in the reception room.

"Tsk, I'm actually quite embarrassed."

Li Yan chuckled and went to the corner on the fourth floor, where he ran into a boy coming from the opposite direction. The boy was also carrying lunch, which seemed to be small cakes.

He glanced at it and was about to walk into Class 8 when a boy called him back.

"Dude, wait a minute!"

Li Yan stopped and looked at him. "What is it?"

"Are you bringing lunch for your classmate?"

"almost."

The boy was overjoyed, quickly glanced into the classroom, and then handed over the cake he was holding.

"Do me a favor and give this cake to Jiang Yingzhu in your class, and this one too."

He casually slipped Li Yan five yuan and a love letter, then ran off quickly.

Li Yan glanced at the fruit cake in his hand and shook his head. Did he really lack the air of an outsider?
Upon entering Class 8, one would see Jiang Yingzhu asleep on her desk.

The students resting in the classroom looked up and then went back to doing their own things.

"time to eat."

Li Yan took out an iced cola and placed it on her neck.

With a hiss, Jiang Yingzhu sat up abruptly.

"You're going to die!"

Jiang Yingzhu patted him on the shoulder, and then saw the cake and stir-fried pork.

"There's even cake! Why didn't Mengmeng have any?"

"There are also love letters; someone asked me to deliver them to you."

"Who?"

"I don't know them. They might be doing charity work, helping poor people."

As Li Yan spoke, he glanced at her chest.

boom!
The cake, box and all, hit him. Jiang Yingzhu glared at him fiercely.

"No, tell him I won't date in high school."

"Oh, what if I hired him to buy the cake?"

“Impossible! I don’t like fruit cake.” Jiang Yingzhu shook her head, secretly glancing at the love letter.

I lowered my head, opened my stir-fried pork dish, and simultaneously pried open an iced cola can, determined not to look at him.

"Little Li, you may leave now."

"alright."

Li Yan found her behavior at this moment quite interesting, but not particularly funny.

After leaving Class 8, I went into the office next door.

The teachers quickly looked over and were all taken aback when they saw that he was carrying something.

Li Yan placed the cake on Zhou Qinqin's seat and said to the puzzled English teacher:
"Teacher Zhou, Jiang Yingzhu from Class 8 is my childhood friend. Don't you teach them too? Please give her special attention and make sure she doesn't get distracted in class!"

Zhou Qinqin's eyes lit up. It was her favorite fruit cake and her favorite couple.

She immediately agreed, "No problem! The grade group just asked me to set up an advanced class, thank you!"

The cake was a gift from the student to thank the teacher for her help, and she wasn't afraid of being criticized at all.

Under the slightly envious gazes of several female teachers, she happily put away the cake.

Having made a profit without any initial investment, Li Yan returned to the classroom and gave his classmate her lunch.

But she wasn't asleep; she was huddled together with Yu Bing, writing something.

(End of this chapter)