I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 311 Can You Give My Father Back?
Li Yan did not answer the questions from Yu Qingya and Guo Cailing, who were suspected of stirring up trouble, because evening self-study was over.

But he still couldn't escape Mei Mengqian and Jiang Yingzhu's questioning, especially since Hua Junshu was also there on the way home.

"How would I know about marriage? But it's definitely a love marriage."

Li Yan, worn down by the constant nagging, could only give a perfunctory answer.

"Tch." Jiang Yingzhu curled her lip, dissatisfied.

Mengmeng and her senior couldn't read their expressions, but they clearly felt that Li Yan wasn't telling the truth.

But soon, their attention was drawn to the two people in front of them.

Two boys were wrestling under a streetlamp.

That's not quite accurate. Only when you get closer to Jiang Yingzhu can you see clearly that Cheng Yuan from her class has pinned Wu Chang, who came to cause trouble earlier, down on his back, holding Wu Chang's hands in his own, leaving him lying on the ground powerless to resist.

"Dude, I'm just doing this for money, don't cause trouble for Hu Die, okay?"

"Which bitch sent you?!"

"Ten yuan per question."

"Fuck xxxx"

As the four walked by, Li Yan stopped and warned, "Cheng Yuan, you can't do this."

Upon hearing this, Wu Chang, who was lying on the ground, was overjoyed and thought to himself that these students were better than the good ones!
Yes, that's right. They acted bravely and rescued me.

To everyone's surprise, Li Yan continued, "This place is too close to those food stalls over there, and it will interfere with their business. Many of the people there are relatives of school leaders."

"I understand, thank you."

Cheng Yuan nodded and led Wu Chang into the alley.

Wu Changfu was convinced that he had met a savior, but it turned out to be the devil himself.

Are there no good people in Class One?
"It seems like you really enjoy targeting that guy," Jiang Yingzhu asked curiously.

"No, I was just trying to help my classmates find better part-time jobs."

"Haha, I don't believe you."

Li Yan shrugged. Seeing that his senior and Mengmeng didn't say anything, he didn't bother to explain.

In fact, he had already determined that Wu Changhe was the person who caused Teacher Lin's regrettable resignation in his previous life, and this was definitely related.

How should I put it? It's a disgusting little clique.

Li Yan was happy to lend a hand when this person was down on their luck.

As the weather gets warmer and the final exams approach, the hearts of everyone in the class are also burning with excitement.

Li Yan's Douyin account gained another wave of followers after promoting the song "Summer Solstice". To show his appreciation, he finally remembered that he still had some songs to release, so he released one.

However, it did not cause any significant stir at No. 6 Middle School.

Senior high school students have already finished their exams and are on vacation, while junior high school students are increasingly focused on their studies, and freshmen are all looking forward to summer vacation and final exams.

"Li Yan, what is the antonym of hysteria?"

Jiang Yingzhu, who was writing an essay in Chinese class, got stuck and forgot some words.

“delicious”

"what!?"

"Antonyms, I'm just asking if you got them right."

Jiang Yingzhu felt that her train of thought was not just stuck, but completely cut off.

"ill!"

Jiang Yingzhu read through her essay again, resumed her train of thought, but no longer needed the previous words.

Li Yan has already finished writing the essay; all he needs is a set of eight-legged essays.

As long as you master certain techniques and write enough words without going off-topic, you can't necessarily get a perfect score on a Chinese composition.

Excellence is relatively easy to achieve.

Especially for students with beautiful handwriting.

Li Yan glanced at Jiang Yingzhu's handwriting and couldn't help but say, "You should practice your calligraphy."

Jiang Yingzhu's handwriting isn't exactly ugly, but it's not very neat either.

Most importantly, she likes to write in cursive.

The teacher grading the paper won't care what your cursive handwriting looks like.

"We'll talk about it next semester. Don't talk to me, you're disrupting my train of thought. You talk to Mengmeng."

“No, I haven’t finished writing either.” Mei Mengqian refused. She was full of inspiration, but she liked to carefully consider her words.

Unexpectedly, Li Yan found himself being disliked, so he simply took out his phone and started processing some things that Hua Ningxia had sent him.

It mainly revolves around the things he instructed Hua Ningxia to do: anime, games, and his own novels and music.

The animation for Xiu Liao is now finished, and there are also character concept art designs for the game; I need him to take a look.

After all, it's mainly for my own enjoyment, so it would be a real shame if I didn't like the art style.

The game "Jin Yong's Heroes World" is set for ages 16 and up, so the characters are all quite mature. Li Yan focused on looking at several famous female characters.

He chose a style he liked, leaning towards realism and rejecting anything too childish, and casually asked about it.

"Is the game almost finished?"

"No, they just planned to select several conceptual designs."

As if afraid he would find it too slow, Hua Ningxia even gave a special explanation of the game production process.

"In short, it's already very fast now."

"Okay, I'm not in a hurry."

Li Yan simply asked a few questions as usual, and after ending the chat, he didn't turn off his phone. Instead, he bought a set of regular script calligraphy practice books for his little green plum.

He did not exit the shopping platform and continued browsing.

Just then, Jiang Yingzhu glanced at it subconsciously after finishing her essay.

Why did you go through my shopping cart?

"Let me see what gift I should buy you. Isn't your birthday coming up soon?"

Jiang Yingzhu tilted her head. "Are you an idiot? How can you ask me something like this to my face?"

"It's okay, the gift I give you will definitely be different from what you're telling me now."

"Then what am I even saying?" Jiang Yingzhu was a little confused by his words.

This guy is really piquing people's interest.

You mentioned a birthday gift, but didn't say what you'd buy.

On the other side, Mei Mengqian was also thinking about this problem. Today is July 1st, and the exam is in three days.

After the exam, I had two days to get the results and clean up before the holiday started.

The day of the holiday happened to be Zhuzhu's birthday.

Last year, she gave Zhuzhu a fitness tracker, but discovered that Zhuzhu wasn't the type to be interested in sports technology.

Although she likes sports.

Suddenly, Mei Mengqian remembered what happened on Li Yan's birthday this year and looked at Jiang Yingzhu.

"Zhuzhu, it's your birthday, do you want to play that game?" "What?"

"It's the one Li Yansheng used to play."

"Hey." Jiang Yingzhu winked at her and smiled. "It's a secret."

Upon hearing this, Mei Mengqian felt a mixture of anticipation and shyness.

Just thinking about the contents of those cards makes her blush, even before she's played them.

"Can we try something less thrilling this time?"

"What? Mengmeng, I haven't even said I want to play yet."

Mei Mengqian didn't quite believe it, but Zhu Zhu was exactly the same as Li Yan at times, both of them liked to tease people.

"Then swear you won't play it, and those who do will never have anything good to eat in their lives."

"Mengmeng, you've gone astray."

Jiang Yingzhu turned her head away, refusing to look at Mei Mengqian, determined not to reveal what she was planning to do later.

However, upon turning his head, he saw rows of cosplay costumes on Li Yan's phone screen.

A bunch of question marks popped into Jiang Yingzhu's head, and she couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing? You're not going to buy these as gifts for me, are you?!"

"It was pushed to me by itself."

"Heh." Jiang Yingzhu sneered, "I remember this platform's recommendations are personalized, which means you've been searching before. Sure enough..."

Before she could finish speaking, Li Yan's words silenced her completely.

"This is your account."

"Me!" Jiang Yingzhu's eyebrows twitched. Oh no, she'd shot herself in the foot.

"I was the one who searched because you told me to, so you're the pervert."

"Ah, yes, yes."

Li Yan long-pressed several products and clicked "not interested".

"I don't know who searched for erotic clothing."

"Keep your voices down."

Mei Mengqian felt extremely uncomfortable sitting on pins and needles, and they didn't seem to care how they talked about such things.

There were other people around.

Being by the side of the cow when something happens is truly agonizing.

But most of the time, she felt quite happy.

Often, you don't even need to say a word; Li Yan or Jiang Yingzhu will have already taken care of things.

Before we knew it, the final exams were over.

"The test was so easy."

"This is what the final exam will be like."

"Math homework is being handed out. First row of each group, come up and get it."

"Another test paper!"

The classes that had finished their exams were no longer in session, and the classrooms were noisy.

"FrogFun, Zhang Wei, where did you get your reference answer from?!"

Lin Yufan, who was handing out summer math homework, passed by the back row and caught a glimpse of Zhang Wei, a big, dark-skinned guy, hunched over his desk writing furiously. He had already finished almost half of that thick Chinese textbook.

"Hehe, my uncle's family owns a bookstore."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yufan understood, took out her phone, and left behind a profound statement.

"Let me take a picture."

Chinese language homework is probably the least desirable thing to do during summer vacation.

Moreover, whether or not you do it will not affect your grades at all.

"Let's upload a copy to the class group." Lin Yufan believed that sharing was better than keeping it to herself, so she uploaded the photo she had just taken to the group chat album.

The next moment, a message popped up.

Yu Bing: A blank expression

Next was Yu Qingya, followed by a bunch of people in the class.

Lin Yufan was wondering why they weren't thanking her when she saw the group chat name.

High school life is a little sweet

This is not the name of a small group; it's the official group.

Damn it, I sent the wrong message.

Lin Yufan quickly withdrew.

Li Ping: @Lin Yufan, why did you retract it? I saw it all.

Li Ping: @All members, five more essays, making a total of ten, plus five weekly journal entries. The class monitor will inform everyone.

Ye Hui indicated that she understood, while a groan of despair erupted from the class.

"Hehe, everyone, don't worry. Although there are five more essays, Li Ping didn't say we can't copy the answers," Lin Yufan chuckled dryly. "I really didn't mean to."

"But ten essays."

"It's okay, there are ten math tests too," Lin Yufan comforted her.

Zhang Wei twitched the corner of his mouth and reminded her, "Lin Yufan, you'd better not say anything."

Lin Yufan went on to hand out homework, too embarrassed to ask for answers from other subjects.

However, as Zhang Wei's deskmate, Ma Liang didn't have these concerns.

"Brother Wei, do you have the math answers?"

"Of course, both. But Ryoko, what do you think you should call me?"

"father."

"Hmm!" Zhang Wei nodded and stretched out his hand. "Look at my hand, doesn't it look like a hand that can hold a glass of iced cola?"

"No problem, I'll go buy it now."

"Great, I'll send you the answer tomorrow."

"Why not now?"

Zhang Wei glanced at him and said, "Nonsense, the homework was only just handed out now. The Chinese homework was handed out yesterday. How can they be the same? Your dad has to spend time finding the answers."

“Why do I need to look? I saw the math teacher post the answers in the class group chat,” Guo Cailing, sitting in the front row, said, turning her head.

Zhang and Ma were startled and took out their phones to check the class group chat.

Math teacher Zhao Ziwei uploaded a file

"@All members, these are the answers to the math summer homework. The class representative told us to correct the problems ourselves after we finished them, so I put the answers in the class group. Please supervise us."

Ma Liang stared in disbelief. "Brother Wei, can you give my father back to me?"

(End of this chapter)