I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 181 Violent Theory
"It didn't say we had to put up with it."

Chen Xiyuan pushed up his glasses again, and when his gaze swept over Yu Qingya, a look of compassion and pity appeared between his brows.

“I think that garbage should be cleaned up. These elderly people not only pollute the social environment, like in the Peng Yu case, why did you help them if you didn't hit them? They also occupy social resources, such as medical insurance, pensions, and public facilities.”

"I think they should all go to the cemetery!"

Chen Xiyuan's words left the students sitting in front and behind him speechless.

Good grief, I thought you were a saint, but it turns out you're Thanos!

What kind of outrageous argument is this?
"I think it's better not to. My grandparents are fine," Guo Cailing said weakly. "Not everyone is like that."

“I think so too,” Yu Qingya said. “Chen Xiyuan, you’re being a bit too extreme.”

"Where did I go to extremes?" Chen Xiyuan smiled indifferently. "No, you guys were just saying this was bad and that was bad, I was just going along with what you were saying."

"But we never said we wanted to be executioners!"

"How could a normal person have such a thought?"

Listening to the conversation, class monitor Ye Hui recalled the task assigned by the homeroom teacher and had an idea in mind.

So he made a note in his notebook and then said:

"In fact, the kind of thinking that Chen Xiyuan mentioned exists in Japan today. The social resources of Japan are controlled by the elderly, and retired elderly people enjoy more social welfare. Many young people advocate that people should commit suicide when they get old."

Ye Hui spoke in a calm tone, but the crowd increasingly sensed a kind of madness in her description.

"This...this is too much," Mei Mengqian said softly.

Ye Hui smiled and didn't continue the topic. Instead, she looked at Li Yan:

"The registration for the New Year's Eve party has started. Our class has submitted all the programs, but we need to perform them once in advance to get approved."

Upon hearing that it was about program registration, people around who had registered for programs noticed it.

When will the review take place?

"Before evening self-study, in the conference room of the administration building, after afternoon classes, I'll take you there," Ye Hui said. "The school's piano needs tuning, so I'll bring my own electronic keyboard. I'll need your help to get it then."

"no problem."

Yesterday afternoon, their class band practiced their coordination on the school's piano.

However, due to inaccurate piano pitch, the practice was not very effective.

Even so, it's more than enough to pass a preliminary review.

Both periods on Tuesday morning are math.

It was Xiao Shuai's happy time again, and he was unusually active throughout the math class.

Not only did he help the math teacher serve tea and water, but now he's even voluntarily collecting math homework.

Lin Yufan, the real math class representative, was already numb.

Fortunately, she went into the math office one day and said that she had actually instructed Xiao Shuai to do all these things, and the math teacher believed her.

From then on, her position became unshakeable.

Xiao Shuai is nothing but a working-class person; she is the true Hokage.

At noon, Li Yan and the other two went home and brought back their guitar and violin.

When I arrived at the classroom, someone was playing music on the multimedia system.

The classroom was filled with laughter and playful banter amidst the singing; the beauty of youth suddenly came rushing in.

Li Yan couldn't help but hum the tune of "The Fleeting Years".

Zhou Haiyang was taking advantage of Yang Xiong's absence to get closer to his girlfriend.

"Xuexue, let's go out for dinner tonight. Let's go to Three Sisters BBQ. I heard they've started offering hot pot."

The cheapest hot pot at the Three Sisters restaurant costs 68 yuan, which is quite expensive for students.

Zhou Haiyang comes from an ordinary family; if he spends this much money, he'll be broke for a week.

"Hot pot? Actually, I don't really like it, but Haiyang, if you really want to eat hot pot, I can go with you."

"Really?! I don't really want to eat that either. How about we go get some mala tang instead?" Zhou Haiyang said, but didn't hear a reply. He turned around and saw his girlfriend staring intently at Li Yan, who was carrying a guitar, as he walked in.

Zhou Haiyang immediately curled his lip. It's just a broken guitar, just for show. Watch him shatter the illusion.

"Hey, guitar, Li Yan, give me a turn!" he stood up and shouted.

"Come on, come on!"

A group of boys and girls immediately chimed in.

"Hey class monitor, wanna join us? We'll update your Douyin account for you," Yu Qingya said with a grin.

The surrounding classmates burst into laughter, because Li Yan's Douyin account was full of his own singing videos.

But now I haven't updated my songs in a long time; I've switched to gardening and growing vegetables.

Moreover, they are very professional.

The following comments are all irrelevant and irrelevant.

"Okay, then I'll sing a song." Li Yan was in a bit of interest, as he had just wanted to record this youthful scene.

Well, let's take advantage of this moment; there are still people filming.

In his previous life, 10 years after graduating from high school, he occasionally reminisced about his high school days and felt a little regretful that apart from the graduation photo, he had not been able to keep any photos or videos.

Lin Yufan immediately went to the podium and turned off the multimedia equipment.

Seeing this, Li Yan sat down in the seat next to the lectern, where no one else was sitting.
He took out his guitar and began to play.

A faint, melancholic tone drifted through the room.

Amidst the hushed whispers of some people, Li Yan suddenly felt that same sensation again when he entered the classroom.

Start singing.

"In those fleeting years, how many times did we say goodbye before delaying it..." For most people, singing isn't about technique, it's about whether it sounds good or bad.

The song "Those Bygone Years" is a classic, and many people in the class can sing it.

After singing a few lines, Li Yan didn't finish the song; instead, he just played the guitar, turning it into a class chorus.

After a while of excitement, as evening approached, they took their musical instruments and waited for Hua Junshu to arrive before heading to the conference hall, led by Ye Hui.

The judges for the initial screening of the program were the student council president and several department heads, plus a teacher.

Anyway, as long as the program isn't too outrageous, it will be selected.

The New Year's Eve party will last a whole afternoon, so there's plenty of time. We're not worried about having too many programs; we're just worried about not having enough.

There were quite a few people here for the review. The student council members, who were guiding the students to line up in an organized manner for the review, were immediately impressed when they saw that the students had brought musical instruments.

"You're the band that performed in the first year of high school, right?"

When the program list was submitted, they discussed it privately and remembered which ones were outstanding.

"Why don't you go first?"

"Don't we need to queue?" Ye Hui glanced at the stage, which was just an empty space.

A large crowd had already gathered nearby.

"Hey, you guys go first. Those are all recitation performances." The student council member yawned.

Actually, they spent the whole afternoon reviewing, mainly during breaks between classes.

I've listened to nearly 10 recitation performances already, some by individuals, but none by class harmony.

But honestly, this kind of thing is really boring to listen to; it's not as good as listening to audiobooks on Himalaya FM.

There are no clubs at No. 6 Middle School, and this is the first time I've seen a band.

The student council members led Li Yan and others to the stage, said something to them, and the six people—five girls and one boy—immediately went up on stage.

Ye Hui would set up the electronic keyboard on the side, and Jiang Yingzhu would take Yu Bing to find someone to bring over the drum set and place it opposite Ye Hui.

Hua Junshu stood between the two, holding his guitar.

In front of her, Mei Mengqian stood next to Li Yan, while Jiang Yingzhu stood on the other side, her hands in her pockets, with nothing in them.

Li Yan sat on a high stool with a microphone in front of him.

Everyone who came to participate in the review, as well as the judges and the student union members who were there to help out.

They could see everything, and then they couldn't take their eyes off them.

Although the performance hasn't started yet, the sheer number of good-looking people is already enough to attract attention.

The man was attracted to five beautiful girls, while the woman was attracted to Li Yan.

"Wow, the girl in the middle with the violin has such a great presence, she looks like she stepped out of a painting."

"The short-haired girl next to that boy is also very pretty, but why isn't she carrying anything? Is she also a lead singer? Should we give her another microphone?"

"I think the one in the back holding the guitar is the best. It's so cold! I like that queen-like aura. I want to be stepped on by her."

"Sis, you're being a bit perverted. As your best friend, if you have this kind of request, I can grant it."

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Li Yan gave an OK sign.

Someone turned off all the lights in the venue, leaving only a few warm lights shining on Li Yan and the others.

Instantly, a musical hour atmosphere quietly spread.

The next moment, Ye Hui's slender fingers began to dance gracefully across the piano keys. A low, melancholic arpeggio poured down like moonlight, unfolding a backdrop of sorrowful emotion.

Then Li Yan began to sing.

Immediately following, the steel strings of the guitar pluck a clear, tactile melody, filling the void left by the piano. The drums then interject at this opportune moment, followed by a violin melody.

The teamwork wasn't exactly seamless, but it was more than enough to fool these laymen.

In addition, Li Yan's singing skills and the relatively simple yet just-right arrangement still drew the audience into the emotions expressed in the lyrics.

In the blink of an eye, the song ended.

The lights came on, and everyone realized what had happened. The meeting room, which had been quiet for some time, became noisy again.

"This sounds so good."

"They performed wonderfully."

"Seriously, not only is he good-looking, but he's also incredibly talented." The student council president sighed, resting his chin on his hand.

"Besides doing odd jobs, I can't do anything else, I'm just like an NPC."

Next to him, a teacher from the administration building nodded in agreement.

"I've watched the gala before, for many years now, and the show is still quite interesting."

"I heard the prize for the first-prize program is a meal card on the second floor of the cafeteria. Looks like it's already taken," said a department head.

Upon hearing this, the administrative teacher glanced at Li Yan and said, "This reward is probably unnecessary for them. That boy has VIP membership, and the girl behind him is the top student in the second year of high school, so she also has quite a few VIP coupons."

This year, the people around me suddenly felt even worse.

"Damn it, some are dying of drought, while others are dying of flooding."

A boy watched Li Yan walk away, surrounded by five girls, and said something inexplicable.

The performance went smoothly, and Li Yan and the others didn't linger there.

First, we had a team meal, and then we continued practicing and getting to know each other.

Although Li Yan thought he could just get by, the five girls in the team clearly didn't like to just go through the motions.

Friday arrived in the blink of an eye. The morning flew by, and the New Year's Eve party was in the afternoon.

"Awesome! Watch a show all afternoon, then get three days off!"

(End of this chapter)