I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 123 is called Menier.

When the physical education class started, the teacher first had everyone run two laps, and then they had free time.

When I was in the first year of high school, my physical education teacher was in good health, and my family members were also in good health.

Li Yan was quite happy, after all, he could have some fun.

Slacking off at work, playing at school, and stealing a half-day of leisure are always the most irresistible pleasures.

It won't work in the second year of high school. After a year of hard work, the physical education teacher's old problem has relapsed.

During free time, Li Yan walked along the flowerbeds outside the playground, picking a flower every now and then.

There was no one around, but a bee was following him quite a distance, perhaps attracted by the flowers in his hand.

Li Yan raised a finger, and a burst of spiritual energy shot out, sending the bee to Yu Bin and the others who were playing ranked matches in the shady corner of the flower bed.

Soon, exclamations rang out from the other side.

The buzzing bees flew around wildly, and several boys panicked and ran away noisily.

Li Yan chose a place to sit down, glanced at Mei Mengqian playing badminton, and then lowered his head to weave flowers and plants.

Behind them, Cheng Yuan and Yang Xiong were playing ping-pong. Their scores were similar, and they were sitting at the same table.

"Yuanzi, your skills are impressive."

"Of course, but Yang Xiong, why aren't you studying?"

Cheng Yuan asked in confusion, "In the past, Yang Xiong would just memorize vocabulary or do other things during PE class. To outsiders, it would seem like he was just showing off, but I know that this guy is really studying."

"I'm tired, I need to rest my brain," Yang Xiong said casually, glancing at the campus honor wall to the side.

There, the class monitor, Ye Hui, was casually browsing with her hands behind her back.

Yang Xiong was certain that she could see him out of the corner of her eye from her perspective.

Instantly, his enthusiasm for playing basketball soared even higher.

Cheng Yuan saw the look in his eyes and immediately understood, so he said:
"Brother Yang, I'm not trying to be mean, but even if she agrees to your terms, it'll just be a fling."

"Then I got to play it too."

"Hehe, that's different."

Yang Xiong frowned, feeling a bit tired of talking to him. After all, they were deskmates. It was one thing to not support him, but why make sarcastic remarks?

But then Cheng Yuan continued, "Have you ever heard of 'beauty paper'?"
These rich people don't consider people from other social classes as their own!
Brother Yang, you'd better be careful. Don't let your dignity be insulted and then think that others are doing it for your own good.

Yang Xiong frowned even more deeply, and while refuting, he smashed a ball hard, preparing to demonstrate his strength with his words.

"Cheng Yuan, you're being a bit extreme. Things are different now than before!"

"What's the difference? The servant has just changed its form. Before, it said 'Yes, sir,' now it says 'Okay!'"

Cheng Yuan caught Yang Xiong's powerful smash steadily, and at the same time returned a spin ball, which Yang Xiong missed and ran to retrieve.

"Come again?"

"it is good."

After a few more exchanges, Cheng Yuan brought up the topic again.

"It's not appropriate for me to say this, Brother Yang. You're going in the wrong direction. I think with your perseverance, you can rely on yourself enough. Why bother trying to climb the social ladder?"

Yang Xiong said earnestly, “Yuanzi, you don’t understand. I’m not after her money.”

"Then there's even less need for that, right?" Cheng Yuan said. He couldn't stand Ye Hui's aloof attitude, even though he had received favors from her.

"Let's change the subject."

"Really, Brother Yang, Ye Hui didn't watch you play basketball, she went to find Li Yan."

Yang Xiong was taken aback. He turned his head and saw that Ye Hui had sat down next to Li Yan and was talking to him.

Immediately afterwards, Li Yan produced a wreath woven from wildflowers and gently placed it on Ye Hui's head.

The next moment, Ye Hui showed a rare smile.

Seeing that smile, Yang Xiong felt pleased and smiled back, but the smile quickly turned into a bitter one.

Her smile was beautiful, but it wasn't for him.

Ye Hui raised her hand to press down the flower wreath on her head, her smile fleeting.

"Very sturdy,"

“It looks great too,” Li Yan added.

"I'll pick it and return it to you."

"No need, you keep it, I have another one."

Li Yan took out an even more vibrant flower wreath from beside him, got up, and walked away.

Watching him leave, Ye Hui touched her head, feeling the unique touch of plants. Gazing at his receding figure, she was somewhat lost in thought.

"Brother Yang, snap out of it!" Cheng Yuan patted Yang Xiong on the shoulder.

"Yeah, Xiao Yang, Ye Hui isn't anything special, why are you so obsessed with her?"

Ye Daijia, who was walking over from the other side, said that he was reading a novel not far away and happened to witness this scene.

Since falling in love with someone else, Ye Daijia has lost interest in Ye Hui, finding her utterly boring and silent all day.

"Because she gave me very important help in junior high school. Maybe it was nothing to her, but it was very important to me." Yang Xiong sighed.

"So you fell in love with her and wanted to repay her kindness?" Cheng Yuan said.

"more or less."

Upon hearing this, Ye Daijia couldn't help but exclaim, "This is outrageous, Xiao Yang! Next time you thank me, you're not going to become my boyfriend too, are you?!"

"This is different!"

Cheng Yuan curled his lip, "It's just lust at first sight. If Ye Hui were an ugly monster, would you still have such thoughts?!"

Yang Xiong was about to defend himself when he suddenly paused.

"I am not an ugly monster." A calm voice rang out, neither too loud nor too soft, just right, as if it had been practiced a thousand times.

Ye Daijia and Cheng Yuan were startled and turned around to see their class monitor, Ye Hui, standing behind them.

Standing more than a meter apart, her gaze met theirs directly, her face like a deep pool. Both of them froze, their expressions tense. Despite their earlier cheerful conversation, they weren't really comfortable facing Ye Hui face-to-face, feeling that subtle pressure. It wasn't something an ordinary student could withstand.

It's not good to talk about people behind their backs.

She glanced at Ye Daijia, then at Cheng Yuan.

"Cynicality should not be taken to extremes."

The two sentences were like two sharp swords, precisely piercing the two men's weaknesses, leaving them even more speechless.

Ye Hui ignored the two of them and focused her gaze on Yang Xiong.

“It was pouring rain at the time, and I just asked the driver to give you a ride. It was just a coincidence that your mother fainted at home.”

"You should thank the doctor more for arriving as quickly as possible. That's why your mother is alright."

Yang Xiong opened his mouth, completely unprepared for Ye Hui to confront him directly.

"I"

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Hui interrupted him.

"Yang Xiong, I admire your efforts to change your behavior. But let's leave aside the rest. You should examine yourself and see where these thoughts came from."

"Perhaps you feel grateful, but perhaps there's also vanity? Envy? And then, an appreciation for my good looks?"

Ye Hui spoke calmly, and the slightly narcissistic language she used made it sound as if it were the truth.

Like a scalpel, it dissected Yang Xiong's inner self layer by layer, leaving him bewildered and bowing his head.

On the playground, Li Yan, who was walking towards Mei Mengqian, raised an eyebrow.

After carefully recalling that the two were lovers in their past life, she realized that...

It was Yang Xiong who kept spreading this, and Ye Hui never expressed any opinion.

After careful consideration, I realized that since graduation, many classmates have completely lost contact with each other. They've left not only social media but also the class group chat.

He had not seen Ye Hui move.

A realization flashed in Li Yan's eyes, but the class monitor's aura was truly strong; he went straight up and tore the red thread.

In his past life, he was just a nobody in class, so he didn't feel anything too deeply.

This shouldn't have anything to do with him. He was just eavesdropping, and the sound accidentally entered Ye Hui's ears.

Li Yan shook his head and found Mei Mengqian at the badminton court.

"Wow! It's a wreath! Li Yan, who are you sending a wreath to?!"

Yu Bing was thoroughly humiliated by Mei Mengqian. When she saw Li Yan walking over, she immediately shouted loudly, excitedly dropped her badminton racket, and ran over.

Several girls playing ball nearby were also drawn to the scene.

Li Yan is quite a topic of conversation in the class.

Seeing her opponent take the opportunity to escape, Mei Mengqian, who was also preparing to rest, turned to look.

Sure enough, Li Yan walked over with a wreath in his hand—or rather, a floral wreath.

Her eyes lit up, a faint expectation rising in her heart, yet she feared that her expectation might turn into unintended overthinking.

She pursed her lips slightly, picked up her badminton racket, and slowly approached.

At the same time, he scolded the elementary school students, saying, "What do you mean by wreath? It's a garland."

"Aren't they all the same?"

"Elementary school students just love to go against others," Mei Mengqian thought to herself, but said aloud:

“I have better grades than you. I say it’s different, and it’s different.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Bing shut up. He was the third strongest in the class!
"I'll be taller than you next time!"

"hehe."

As they talked, the two of them walked up to Li Yan.

Mei Mengqian blinked, deliberately lagging behind by a step. The elementary school student approached first and, as expected, asked without hesitation.

"Li Yan, this wreath is so beautiful, who is it for?"

"It's mine," Li Yan said jokingly, and put it on his head.

Mei Mengqian's eyes froze, and the girls watching the commotion around her stared wide-eyed.

"Slurp! I'm so craving this new skin!"

"Take a picture! Quick, take a picture! He's starting to leave."

"Damn it, I had already gotten used to it."

On the steps near the outer wall of the school, Yu Qingya looked up from the girl group dance on her phone, her eyes lit up, and she nudged her best friend Lin Yufan.

"Fanfan, look at this handsome guy."

"I've seen it." Lin Yufan nodded.

"How come I never noticed before that he's quite handsome?"

"It must be habit, and habit is a terrible thing."

“He took off the wreath, what a pity,” Yu Qingya said.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yufan thought for a moment, then stood up and said, "Let's go pick some flowers and make a wreath for him."

"Is that even possible? Fanfan, are you going to compete with Mengmeng?"

Lin Yufan was baffled. "No, I'm just lustful, I like both men and women."

“Mei Mengqian is wearing a flower wreath, and so is the class monitor. If Li Yan wears one too, just imagine what will happen when he turns around.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Qingya, who shared the same quirky tastes, immediately brightened up.

They sat in the row in front of Li Yan, and if they turned around, they could see three pretty classmates with new skins, making studying less boring.

"Wow, they could form a group and debut like that! Let's call them Menier!"

(End of this chapter)