I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 174 The traitor
Inside the room, Li Yan and Hua Junshu sat facing each other. Hua Junshu was holding a guitar in her arms, and because the room was heated, she had taken off her heavy cotton coat.

Inside was a close-fitting wool sweater that perfectly accentuated her figure. The guitar in her arms squeezed the sweater, making its lines appear astonishingly curved, full like a squeezed balloon, seemingly about to burst at any moment.

Mei Mengqian noticed this as soon as she finished speaking and immediately lowered her head.

Li Yan's divine sense had already seen through her every move. Seeing this, he looked at her and smiled:

"Yeah, I'm teaching my sister guitar. We'll perform on stage together sometime. What did you think we were doing, rushing in like that?"

Upon hearing this, Mei Mengqian avoided looking at them even more. Her small, white hands fidgeted, and after a long while, she finally spoke evasively:
Does the school allow students from different grades to be together?

Hua Junshu also stopped and looked at Li Yan. This was a problem.

"If there's no rule saying it's not allowed, then it's allowed."

Li Yan gestured for Hua Junshu to continue, and added, "Besides, my senior and I have good grades and haven't committed any murders or arson, so we'll be fine."

Seeing that the topic had changed, Mei Mengqian stopped talking and watched the two practice. Not long after, Jiang Yingzhu also woke up.

Mei Mengqian and Jiang Yingzhu went to have breakfast.

"Have you eaten, senior?"

"have eaten."

"Bring me some bean curd sheets, soy milk, and hot and sour noodles," Li Yan said to the two of them.

"Oh."

Jiang Yingzhu and her companion went out; they don't eat at home every day.

Li Yan continued to teach Hua Junshu to play, using the sheet music he gave her, first playing one note at a time, and then connecting a rhythmic passage together.

Memorizing the playing methods for each note and rhythm is not difficult for Hua Junshu.

For most people learning guitar, this step isn't complicated; it simply involves more practice.

However, when beginners start to string together individual notes, they will inevitably face the situation where they can understand it in their minds but not in their hands.

Then this situation escalates to the point where one's mind and hands are incapable, but one feels inwardly capable. This leads to a deadlock, and a restart begins.

Hua Junshu was fed Peiyuan Pills by Li Yan, and his body reacted quite well.

Although it got stuck two or three times, it was already very good.

"Practice it a few more times."

"Ah."

This time there were even more mistakes, Hua Junshu frowned.

Li Yan knew she was too nervous, so he asked her to play it again, and while she was playing, he asked:
"What did you eat for breakfast, senior?"

"Pancakes and eggnog."

"Is it eaten in the cafeteria?"

"Ah."

"There don't seem to be many boarding students at the school, so the cafeteria probably only opens a few windows during holidays, right?"

"Half and half."

Hua Junshu glanced at him, her hand movements so natural that she didn't even realize it herself.

"Half and half?"

"Because senior high school students only get a half-day off on Sundays. We cook lunch for them, but less so in the evenings."

Having gleaned information that was heartbreaking even from hearing it, Li Yan fell silent.

In his previous life, he never paid any attention to the cafeteria; he was forced to study by Jiang Yingzhu in his senior year of high school.

Mei Mengqian also secretly helped.

He only learned this after he found out that Mei Mengqian was a friend of Xinyou.

In his previous life, during his senior year of high school, he often noticed that Mei Mengqian would share her study experiences and materials on QQ.

During the time they were deskmates, she would often use the excuse of thanking Li Yan for running errands to give him pointers on unfamiliar knowledge points and problem-solving strategies during self-study periods.

Otherwise, he might not have been able to get into a university in his previous life.

Li Yan wasn't immune to the thought of "Does she like me?", a notion considered one of the three great illusions.

However, he had too much fun during his summer vacation after his first year of high school, which caused him to develop acne due to irregular sleep patterns. The acne kept multiplying, and his good looks were hidden for most of his high school years.

This illusion will not be allowed to linger.

Li Yan fell silent, and Hua Junshu then realized that he was playing a piece and had reached the end.

She didn't expect to learn it so quickly.

The sound stopped, and Li Yan clapped his hands. "How are you feeling, senior?"

"My fingers hurt."

"I'll rub it for you."

Li Yan joked, but unexpectedly Hua Junshu stretched out both hands.

The senior's hands had distinct knuckles and were rather thin. Her skin was fair and delicate, and her nails were neatly trimmed without any impurities. Her nail beds were lustrous, like polished jade.

Li Yan blinked and smelled a pleasant fragrance; it was the scent of hand cream.

He held it; it was unusually soft, as if the thinness of her hand was an illusion.

"anything else?"

"It feels so good," Hua Junshu said, imagining himself singing and playing the guitar at home, which must have been very relaxing.

Then I watched him pinch his own hand. He started by rubbing his fingertips, and then his whole hand, then finger by finger, gently stroking and pinching, and his palm.

Hua Junshu pursed his lips, feeling that he wasn't rubbing, but rather playing with it.

"Is it fun?"

"Cough cough, thankfully, this is my unique technique. Is it still in pain, senior?"

"Alright." Hua Junshu's face was expressionless, revealing no emotion.

Li Yan couldn't tell either, but he could detect it through some details.

For example, when the senior student is angry, her eyelids will be lower than usual, making the coldness in her pupils more intense.

If she's happy, her features appear gentle, and that coldness isn't so pronounced.

Although there is no expression, the feeling it gives is different.

At this moment, the senior student's expression softened.

But he did not continue touching her hand.

"No more fun?"

"We'll play again next time. Zhuzhu and the others are back," Li Yan said.

Hua Junshu rolled his eyes, rarely showing any obvious emotion.

"Let's play again next time." How shameless of him.

A little speechless.

"The river flows eastward, and the stars in the sky form the Big Dipper!"

A lively song drifted from the stairwell into the room. Jiang Yingzhu, carrying breakfast, strode around like an old man, continuing to sing the tune.

"Hey hey Ilyo~"

He walked in unhurriedly.

"time to eat!"

Li Yan glanced behind her. "Where's Mengmeng?"

"She's getting old," Jiang Yingzhu sighed. "Our feelings have faded. I asked her to sing with me, but she just stayed far away from me."

Li Yan ignored her words and started eating. Jiang Yingzhu bought an extra portion of bean curd sheets and gave it to her senior.

There's a lot of intense studying in the morning, and the little food my senior only eats isn't enough.

Jiang Yingzhu didn't care and opened her breakfast.

"Super Supreme Beef Noodles!"

Li Yan glanced at the bowl and saw that the beef had completely covered the noodles, so he reached out and picked up a piece with his chopsticks.

"Let me try it for you."

"Ah! Are you trying to die?!"

Jiang Yingzhu stopped showing off, flipped the noodles over, and the beef was immediately pressed down.

At this moment, Mei Mengqian returned from the back.

After breakfast, everyone started studying and chatted about the parent-teacher conference.

“Uncle Li must be overjoyed,” Jiang Yingzhu said.

"Ms. Fang would be happy too."

Jiang Yingzhu glared at him. Did this guy even know how to be a straight man?!
"What do you mean 'should'? I've improved so much."

"How big is 'so big', Sister Zhuzhu?" said Li Hua, the neighbor's child who was doing her homework on a low table and small stool, fidgeting around restlessly.

From the bottom of the class to the top fifty!

"Wow!"

The child's praise was full of emotional value, and Jiang Yingzhu nodded in satisfaction, rewarding him with a bottle of AD calcium.

Since Li Yan gave Li Hua the leftover breakfast that Jiang Yingzhu didn't eat in the morning for lunch last time.

Li Hua's parents asked him to help take care of lunch for an afternoon during the holiday.

Li Yan agreed because he thought JB's kids were silly enough, and Li Hua's parents directly provided lunch ingredients, all of which were good quality and he didn't have to worry about buying them.

Li Hua's father manages the vegetable market; his power is neither too great nor too small, but mediating disputes every day takes up a lot of his time.

But getting some good ingredients is relatively easy.

"By the way, Mengmeng, does your mom go to school?"

"Mmm." Mei Mengqian nodded. "I wonder what the parents will talk about."

“You’re so well-behaved, you definitely won’t get criticized, but I’m not so sure.” Jiang Yingzhu said, resting her chin on her hand.

"I created a few school rules."

“My mom won’t say anything to you,” Li Yan said.

"That won't do either," Jiang Yingzhu emphasized. "I'll lose face!"

At school, he was in Class 1 of the first year of high school.

"In general, this is how the students' grades are. The first year of high school is the time to lay the foundation and it is the most important year of high school. Parents should pay attention to it."

Li Ping spoke on the podium, looking at Li Yan's father, "Now, please let the parent of Li Yan, who is first in our class, and also first in the whole school and the joint examination of No. 4 Middle School, share some experience in raising children with everyone."

Upon hearing this, Old Li immediately became nervous, as he had no experience with this.

In the past, when I attended parent-teacher meetings, the children were ordinary, and the parents just sat there like they were filling in for NPCs.

When the time comes, it will be like triggering a program, starting to interact with the homeroom teacher and asking some common questions.

What should the child learn?
My child has poor eyesight. Could we change their seat so they could sit in the front row or something?
After asking the question, they started disappearing randomly.

However, when people around them looked at them, especially Mei Mengqian's mother next to them, they noticed that she was not only beautiful, but also very likely to be Mei Mengqian's in-law.

There was a sense that Old Li carried the weight of Li Yan's future lifelong destiny on his shoulders.

However, he was not flustered, because that morning, the brat had predicted this scene and given him a secret plan.

So, with slightly heavy steps, he thanked Ye Qian for making way for him.

As he stepped onto the podium, under the gaze of many, Old Li frantically suppressed the corners of his mouth, maintaining his dignified patriarchal role.

He took out a brocade pouch from his pocket, took out a piece of paper, and unfolded it.

The parents below were immediately taken aback and began to discuss among themselves.

"He even brought a manuscript. He's so skilled at it, he must be very experienced. We should listen carefully."

"This family that ranks first is truly exceptional!"

Old Li coughed, and the room immediately fell silent.

He looked at the two words on the manuscript with a solemn expression.

There are only four words on it.

[Make it up yourself]

Old Li wanted nothing more than to go back and give him a good beating. How could he joke around at such an important time and place!

He opened his mouth and found a few smaller words below.

They'll believe whatever you say.

Old Li twitched the corner of his mouth and began to speak:

"Yes, it's necessary for educating children."

"You need to let go. Don't keep telling him everything, assuming he doesn't know or can't do it. Actually, your child is much smarter and more knowledgeable than you!"

Ms. Fang stood on the podium of Class 8 and read the beginning before realizing something was wrong.

However, seeing the group of people below nodding, Ms. Fang had no choice but to bite the bullet and read it aloud.

"Of course, safety is an exception; my daughter, Jiang Yingzhu, is one."

As Ms. Fang read the script, she inwardly berated her son, thinking, "How could he write it like this?"

I felt subtly insulted!
Treason! !
(End of this chapter)