I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 257 Rebellion

"Haha, this is all thanks to Ling Ningshan!"

Before Hu Weiwen could speak, Ye Daijia spoke first.

"She sewed a pocket onto the curtain, saving everyone from disaster!"

"That's right, thanks to her." Hu Weiwen nodded in affirmation.

Instantly, a crowd of people around were drawn to it.

What's with sewing pockets onto curtains?!

Liu Ming, from the Sports Committee, walked over, looking completely bewildered.

"nothing."

Ling Ningshan's face was expressionless. "Want to hide your phone to kill time during evening self-study? Ten yuan per time!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Gelin's expression became quite interesting. He walked around to the window and touched it.

I actually found a pocket on the inside; it's big enough to fit not only a phone but also a book.

Zhu Gelin was convinced; he really did have a skill that would allow him to survive at any time!

Upon seeing this, the way the surrounding classmates looked at Ling Ningshan changed.

"It's decided, I'm going to sit here next time we change seats!" Zhu Gelin voiced the sentiments of many.

Ling Ningshan glanced at him, smiled without saying a word, and knew that it was impossible for him to take advantage of her.

She turned her attention to Ye Daijia.

"I promised to help you, so please don't bother me anymore."

"Absolutely! I absolutely won't!" Ye Daijia immediately assured him.

Ling Ningshan nodded, then turned her gaze to Hu Weiwen.

"The money has been transferred to you," Hu Weiwen said.

Seeing this, Ling Ningshan nodded and was about to turn around when she heard Ye Daijia say:

"Ling Ningshan, are you short of money? I can lend you some."

"Neither lacking nor lacking."

Ling Ningshan took out something that looked like a tablet from behind the curtains.

"Do you know what this is?"

Ye Daijia didn't realize it, but Hu Weiwen glanced at it and understood.

"A graphics tablet? You're learning to draw?! Are you going to be an art student?"

"almost."

Ling Ningshan didn't explain further, "It's my hobby."

She paused, then added, "It's expensive."

Although she didn't say much, Ye Daijia understood.

It's like him spending money on in-game purchases; he spends when he has money, and if he doesn't, he can wait and spend when he does. He doesn't have to spend money every day.

Ye Daijia sighed, thinking he could finally use his money to pick up a girl.

After the class meeting, it was the long break in the evening. Li Yan accompanied Jiang Yingzhu and Mei Mengqian to the cafeteria for dinner.

On the way back, I happened to see the campus bulletin board.
"There really is another new school rule, just like the one our homeroom teacher mentioned." Jiang Yingzhu glanced at it and immediately burst out laughing.

She turned her head and saw Li Yan and Mengmeng staring at her strangely.

"What? This has nothing to do with me."

"Really? Then what leads you?"

Jiang Yingzhu pouted, "Who knew Hu Weiwen was such an idiot, hugging the teacher first thing in the morning, and so many students from different classes saw it along the way."

"Some classes even imitated it; they themselves didn't learn the good stuff!"

Li Yan shook his head and chuckled.

Evening self-study was also for Chinese. Perhaps out of a desire to appease him, Li Ping turned on the multimedia system and said, "Class representative, come up here. We'll show you the Poetry Competition during evening self-study."

The Poetry Competition was quite popular during this period, and Li Yan observed with his divine sense that some students in the class would play the "Flying Flowers Order" game during self-study time.

Or a poetry relay game.

Of course, it's a very simplified version.

Mei Mengqian would occasionally ask him to hang out.

Yu Qingya went upstairs to work on the multimedia equipment, while Jiang Yingzhu yawned, feeling a bit sleepy.

"Teacher, let's watch a different movie. What's so interesting about the Poetry Competition? We're not a humanities class."

Li Ping glanced at her; if it were an ordinary student, he would have already shut her down.

But Jiang Yingzhu was different; the principal was standing behind her.

"The poetry competition is meant to cultivate your sentiments and let you learn about the process. In a while, the school will also hold a small poetry competition."

"There will be prizes for those who participate." Upon hearing this, many people started discussing it, eager to try, as if they were already talented men and beautiful women.

However, by the end of March, the poetry competition games were no longer popular in the class, and the school activities were still nowhere to be seen.

School is in session on Saturdays.

Why isn't Friday a holiday?

"Next Tuesday is Qingming Festival, so the school made up a day of classes."

"How stingy! Why can't they just leave it for four days?"

Jiang Yingzhu muttered to herself, kicked a stone by the roadside, and glanced at the sky.

"It looks like it's going to rain. Hey Li Yan, why does it always rain around Qingming Festival?"

Upon hearing this, Li Yan thought for a moment, "Because of the convergence of cold and warm air masses, frequent low-pressure systems, and atmospheric circulation."

"Can't understand."

"Because it rains as soon as Qingming arrives."

"I see."

Jiang Yingzhu nodded, agreeing with his point. Looking beside her, she saw Mei Mengqian with her mouth full of food, watching the two chat, looking like she wanted to join in but was powerless to.

"Haha, Mengmeng, you're so funny."

"&%#￥."

"I can't understand any of their gibberish."

Mei Mengqian patted her on the shoulder, thinking that she should not remind Zhuzhu.

She swallowed her food and was about to enter the classroom; thankfully, she didn't embarrass herself.

"Are you going back to your hometown for Qingming Festival?"

Mei Mengqian's parents' elders are still alive, but her parents have divorced.

The Qingming Festival memorial service is optional; if her parents don't call her, she won't know where to go to pay her respects.

"Yes." Jiang Yingzhu nodded, her expression revealing no sign of sadness.

"What, you want to come back with me?"

"No way!" Mei Mengqian blushed immediately and quickly returned to her seat.

Nobody knows what the classes are for on Saturday; everyone wants a holiday.

During the third period in the afternoon, Li Ping glanced at the time and realized there were still ten minutes left before the end of get out of class, so he ended the lecture.

"Let me tell you about the Qingming Festival. We'll have a three-day holiday. Please be careful. Also, the class committee will distribute these notices and have parents sign them."

Li Yan received the holiday notice from the front row, casually signed his name (Old Li) where parents should sign, and then put the scrap of paper in the drawer.

Seeing how skilled he was, Mei Mengqian handed over hers as well.

"Sign this for me."

"Okay." Li Yan nodded and took it. "Dad or Mom?"

"dad."

"Hey!"

boom!
A delicate, fair fist struck his waist, leaving a tingling sensation. Li Yan pointed at her.

"Outrageous!"

"Hmph!" Mei Mengqian snatched the notice, her face flushed. "I won't let you sign it, you bad person."

As she spoke, she found a slip of paper for Bi Zhuzhu. Then she heard Zhuzhu ask:

"Dad or Mom?"

"???" Mei Mengqian looked at Zhuzhu with a face full of question marks and suspicion.

"Ye Qian".

Jiang Yingzhu sighed softly. Then, realizing she had been discovered, she gave an awkward laugh.

In the back row, Ma Liang listened to Li Yan and the others' interaction with envy in his eyes.

He signed absentmindedly, and Zhang Wei, who was standing next to him, glanced at him idly and immediately burst out laughing.

"Liangzi, why did you write Li Ping's name in the parent section?! Damn, that's hilarious! Li Ping is your dad?"

Ma Liang was taken aback, and then realized that he had indeed written the homeroom teacher's name on the parents' list.

The temperature instantly turned red, and I frantically crossed it out.

"I was daydreaming!!"

He offered a feeble explanation.

"It's okay, your brothers will laugh at you."

(End of this chapter)