I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 140 You're an Orphan

"Oh no, I haven't done half of my homework!"

"Who did their math test? Come on, copy it for me!"

"Damn it, handsome, you're here so early to finish your essay? Do you even have time to finish it?!"

"What's the big deal? I just copied one from the internet!" Xiao Shuai said without looking up.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei objected, "You're being foolish, Brother Xiao! What if someone else copies it online too? You'll run into trouble!"

"Like your dearest deskmate!"

"Don't worry, Viagra, my essays are definitely different from everyone else's."

Upon hearing this, Mei Mengqian, who had just entered the classroom and arrived at her seat, couldn't help but curiously look at his composition book.

This essay was a semi-open-ended topic, "My ——," and was part of the Chinese language exam.

Her eyes widened in surprise when her gaze fell on Xiao Shuai's composition book.

The words written on it were—"My Personal School Beauty!"
There are chapter titles following!

Xiao Shuai copied eight hundred words into his phone, then wrote "To be continued," and that was it.

"Mengmeng, stop looking at this silly picture. You must have done your math homework, right? Let me check it out!"

At the front, Lin Yufan, the math class representative, turned around and said to Mei Mengqian.

"okay."

Mei Mengqian took the test paper, while Xiao Shuai, somewhat dissatisfied with the nickname "silly," retorted:

“Representative Lin, I’m not an idiot, this is wisdom. Teachers usually let students grade these holiday homework-type tests themselves, they don’t really look at them carefully.”

Lin Yufan ignored her and quickly copied her homework. She wasn't in a hurry; the homeroom teacher would arrive when morning self-study started.

However, when it came to morning self-study, she glanced at Li Yan's seat and asked Mei Mengqian curiously.

"Mengmeng, where's Li Yan? Didn't he come with you?"

"In the supermarket downstairs."

Mei Mengqian gave a seemingly casual answer, but in reality, she was still preoccupied with the fact that her pen pal status had been discovered.

She had no idea how Li Yan had found out, and wanted to ask, but was also a little shy.

Li Yan could see right through everything about her, as for the matter of their pen pal relationship.

He was indeed a little surprised when he discovered it, and at the same time, some of his doubts about his past life were answered.

Li Yan returned to the classroom with a bag of snacks and handed Mei Mengqian a bottle of orange juice.

Only then were they allowed to pass.

Just as I sat down, the bell for morning self-study rang.

Li Yan could clearly feel that the students around him who were copying homework were moving faster, and their handwriting was becoming sloppy. Some of the characters were probably illegible even to themselves after they finished writing them.

He casually pulled out an extracurricular book from Mei Mengqian's desk and started reading.

Why aren't you looking at yours!?

Li Yan didn't speak, but took out a pencil and casually wrote two words on the title page of the book.

Mu Qing.

Her nickname as a believer.

After finishing writing, Li Yan raised an eyebrow.

Mei Mengqian was taken aback, then blushed and snatched the book away, thinking to herself:

It turns out that his identity was revealed in his handwriting.

Having been reborn, Li Yan's calligraphy skills were far beyond what the young Li Yan could have achieved.

It's not difficult to see through the girl's deliberately concealed handwriting.

Just then, Li Ping walked in.

Yu Bin quickly hid the homework under his Chinese textbook and pretended to read.

Li Ping didn't notice him, but went straight to the back corner and slapped the desk hard, waking up the sleeping Hu Weiwen.

“Stand up! Hu Weiwen, you came to the classroom so early in the morning just to sleep.”

"Teacher, I'm having class in my dream, you're disturbing my learning."

Hu Weiwen blurted out, and everyone around burst into laughter.

Li Ping's face darkened. "Go stand outside!"

Upon hearing this, Hu Weiwen walked out, still somewhat bewildered.

Li Ping walked to the podium and could tell what some students were doing at a glance.

"Laugh, laugh, what's so funny? You're all pretty much the same as him!"

"What time is it now? Midterm exams are this Wednesday through Friday. Let's see how many points you all get!"

Li Ping slammed his hand on the table. "The first year of high school is the most important. Develop good habits and lay a solid foundation so that you can reach even greater heights in the future!"

"I won't say more. You're not here to study for me, so make the most of it!"

After criticizing him, he went outside to educate Hu Weiwen.

"You sleep all day long. What scores did you get on your tests? All you do is sleep. How can you sleep at your age?"

"Teacher, I'm growing and developing right now, which is the time for me to sleep. You're older, and you're going through menopause, so you can't sleep."

After Hu Weiwen finished speaking, many students who were eavesdropping by the window burst out laughing.

Zhang Wei exclaimed, "Brother Hu is really outspoken! Isn't he afraid of Li Ping beating him up?"

"No, corporal punishment is no longer popular, and teachers are afraid of being reported."

Yu Bin responded nonchalantly, "Li Ping is already quite dedicated. We didn't divide into classes, so in a way, many people aren't really his students."

“That’s true.” Zhang Wei nodded. “I’ve heard that some teachers have been so fed up with being reported that they’ve lost their passion for teaching and don’t care whether the students are learning or not; they just focus on their own lessons.”

The two discussed teacher secrets, while Li Ping and Hu Weiwen reached a corridor agreement outside.

It was stipulated that Hu Weiwen could not sleep in class unless his exam scores were in the top ten of the class.

However, Li Yan knew that Li Ping's gentleman's agreement was useless to Hu Weiwen.

In his previous life, the God of Sleep slept for two and a half years, completely ignoring his homeroom teacher, and his grades remained at an average level.

In the last six months, they actually caught up and jumped into the top ten of the class.

During the first class, some students exhausted themselves during morning self-study and started to sleep, while Li Yan was doing his handicrafts.

In the second class, everyone perked up a bit. My deskmate casually turned his head to peek at him doing his craft.

During the long break, everyone went to the playground to listen to the principal and leaders spout nonsense, and Li Yan, as an outstanding student representative, also participated.

He wrote this article himself, and it contained a lot of his own personal opinions.

Li Yan found educating people really interesting, especially when they couldn't talk back. In the third lesson, Li Yan finally finished his craft project.

Mei Mengqian and Ye Hui couldn't help but look over.

On Li Yan's table, a mortar, carved entirely from jade and no bigger than a palm, was prominently displayed.

The jade muzzle, reflecting a lustrous yet icy luster, was aimed at Li Junlong, who was reading aloud on the podium.

On one side of the cannon barrel are carved flowers, birds, insects and fish, and on the other side are carved mountains and rivers.

On the podium, biology teacher Li Junlong raised an eyebrow and stood below the podium reading from the textbook without making a sound.

As for why Li Yan's belongings weren't confiscated, it's because the principal was standing behind him.

"Why would you carve this?" Mei Mengqian asked, puzzled.

"I want to fire a cannon."

Ok? !

People around me are looking at me, and something's not right!
"Just kidding."

Li Yan shrugged, took out a pencil, inserted it into the cannon barrel and turned it around, then sharpened the pencil.

"Where are the pencil shavings?"

"Store it inside, and you can use it when necessary."

Yu Bin, sitting in the back row, suddenly brightened up. "It can be turned into a cannonball and fired!"

"It can be poured out from the bottom."

Li Yan opened a notch under the gun carriage and poured out the pencil shavings.

Everyone was speechless.

Ye Hui felt it was a bit of a waste, as she could naturally tell that the jade in Li Yan's hand was of excellent quality.

It's a bit of a waste to use it to carve a weapon model.

Li Yan, on the other hand, was simply trying to pass the time.

While I'm at it, I'll complete the system's task—

He discovered it this morning after he got up.

The task details are as follows:

Yesterday, you discovered that your childhood friend had witnessed the Fairy Plum meeting with her father. Feeling somewhat saddened, you gave her a magical artifact as a token of your comfort.

[Reward: Mastery of Formations]

The cannon in Li Yan's hand was the magical artifact he was preparing to give away.

As for the system mentioning Xiao Qingmei's sadness, Li Yan remembered Jiang Yingzhu mentioning it briefly, saying, "Other people's fathers got divorced but didn't find new partners."

But I adjusted quickly.

"A pencil sharpener? That's a bit too unique."

In the evening, in the classroom, Jiang Yingzhu looked at the mortar on her desk and quite liked it, but when she associated it with a pencil sharpener, she lost interest.

Li Yan smiled, reached out and snapped the cannon launcher open, and instantly, a burst of flame shot out.

"Hey, a lighter!"

Jiang Yingzhu's eyes lit up, and she immediately became interested.

"I'll try!"

She also touched the switch, and a burst of flame shot out.

Jiang Yingzhu's eyes reflected the firelight, making them exceptionally bright.

"Interesting. By the way, what's the principle behind this?"

"Emmm," Li Yan hesitated for a moment before saying:

"Turn fire when you turn on the switch."

"Oh, that makes sense."

Jiang Yingzhu nodded, feeling that this was indeed the case.

The students around them, who were also watching with curiosity, were speechless.

Good heavens, this is a lie. Li Yan himself probably doesn't know either.

They all thought Li Yan bought this thing, but it really is quite unique.

The boys, in particular, couldn't wait to ask Li Yan where they could buy it.

"Handmade?! Dude, make a tutorial, don't you have a Bilibili account?"

Li Yan refused, using evening self-study as an excuse. He glanced at the system, which showed that the task was successful.

During evening self-study for Chinese, Li Ping walked up to the podium with a stack of composition books and placed them heavily on it.

"We'll be discussing composition during evening self-study tonight."

As he spoke, he took out Xiao Shuai's composition book and read aloud:

"My personal school beauty!"

He swung his arm and slammed the composition book heavily onto the lectern.

"Xiao Shuai! Stand up! Is this how you write essays?"

"You're an orphan?! Your parents died? You were raised by an old man in the mountains with no relatives? And you're here at school to protect some rich heiress or school beauty?"

"Close protection? Come on, point me out which rich girl in our class needs your close protection!"

Before Li Ping could finish speaking, bursts of laughter filled the classroom.

"Hahaha, this is hilarious! Teacher, watch out, Xiao Shuai's about to make a face!" Yu Bin said.

"Be careful he takes your picture; he might plant a seed of evil, and you could die the next day!" Liu Ming said in a muffled voice from the back row.

"Akaashi!!"

Xiao Shuai raised the Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Finger, secretly thinking that Li Ping was playing by his own rules. Helpless, he stood up and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Teacher, Zhang Wei is the school beauty queen!"

"Get out! Rewrite your essay!"

Li Ping paused, feeling that it wasn't enough to vent his anger, and then said:
"Write three essays. If you don't finish, you won't be able to leave for evening self-study."

Is there anything more unsettling than being kept in the ward?

After evening self-study ended, Mei Mengqian asked this question.

"Call your parents," Li Yan said.

(End of this chapter)