I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 327 Is it comfortable?

Hua Junshu always likes to hit some straight shots unexpectedly.

Li Yan glanced at his senior, feeling a burning desire, his hands itching to touch something.

After thinking about it, I realized I shouldn't be biased. I've already had one, so having another one isn't out of the question.

Hua Junshu noticed his gaze, looked down in confusion, and raised his hand.

Do I have anything in my hand?

"No, senior's hands are very clean."

Hua Junshu shook his head, as if confirming something, and said seriously, "I don't think so. Can you take a look for me?"

After she finished speaking, she actually took the initiative to place her hand in Li Yan's hand.

Li Yan was taken aback. Not far behind him, Mei Mengqian, who had just finished consulting with another cultural and creative company, turned around, saw this scene, narrowed her eyes, and took a step forward.

"Aren't you going to look? I saw you checking Mengmeng's hands upstairs this afternoon."

Mei Mengqian squinted, shrank her neck, and took a few steps back.

Li Yan was also a little nervous. No, secretly gathering material with Mengmeng didn't feel like a secret at all.

How many people actually watched it?

"Well, then I do need to check your hands, senior."

Li Yan squeezed his senior's hand, playing with it as they walked.

Hua Junshu often does housework and cooks, but his hands have no calluses or scars.

This is closely related to the fact that he usually feeds the three women some Marrow Cleansing Pills and Vitality Nourishing Pills.

However, this was the first time I had ever played with my senior's hand.

Unlike Mengmeng and Zhuzhu, who often play with their hands during class.

I pinched each finger individually, my fingertips brushing against my palm, feeling a slight chill.

Hua Junshu's hands are different from Mei Mengqian's and Jiang Yingzhu's; they are slightly larger and more flexible.

It feels like holding a summer velvet blanket, soft yet with a slight coolness, very comfortable.

Feeling strangely comfortable with his hand being squeezed, Hua Junshu also felt an unavoidable sense of embarrassment and wanted to pull his hand away.

Especially when she realized that Mengmeng behind her had noticed.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull it out.

So she tried to distract herself in other ways.

"Why do you call me senior sister one minute and Shushu the next?"

“Say it if you want,” Li Yan said, then explained in detail:
"Calling her 'Shushu' makes us feel closer, but calling her 'senior sister' feels more meaningful."

"Oh"

He responded with a sound of agreement, then, recalling what he had seen online, he seemed to be deep in thought.

"It's the role-playing that you guys like."

"Senior, you're wrong. Girls like role-playing too."

"Do you like it, junior?"

Hua Junshu's direct question cut off Li Yan's attempt to change the subject, and the use of the character's name at the end was like a feather teasing someone.

Why didn't he realize how good his senior was in his past life?
"Ahem, I have a little too."

Li Yan coughed twice and glanced at Hua Junshu.

"Senior, do you have one? I think you can call me godfather."

With a swift movement, Hua Junshu forcefully pulled his hand away, ignoring the person.

He's having another seizure!
Seeing the aloof senior student run up to buy street food with Jiang Yingzhu, Li Yan shrugged, not caring at all.

Looking behind, Mei Mengqian had caught up and was also heading towards Jiang Yingzhu's snack stall.

He even gave a faint hum as he passed by.

They had already left the area of ​​the foreigners' street, and a large crowd had gathered around the food stalls ahead.

It looked like most of the students were taking extra classes.

They're already having extra classes right after the holiday started. Who said it was a leisurely time here?

Li Yan clicked his tongue twice in his mind and then moved closer.

I ignore ordinary roadside stalls, but I'll take a look at the roadside stalls that students like.

There's no reason why; I'm just like a student.

Jiang Yingzhu and the other two each received a portion, and then shared some with Li Yan.

During this process, Li Yan heard several male high school students eating rice noodles and sausages by the curb pointing at him and saying, "Oh my god!"
Li Yan and the others also ate rice noodles, mixed with walnut sauce and bean sprout pickles. It was sour and spicy, with a soft and glutinous texture, which was very appetizing.

After enjoying the roadside stall, Jiang Yingzhu waved goodbye.

"Let's go, let's have dinner first, and then we'll go to Renmin Road."

Eat along the street stalls, try things like Crossing-the-Bridge Rice Noodles, Roasted Milk Fan, Fried Potatoes, Pickled Chicken Feet, Pickled Tofu, and Carved Plums.

After we finished our tour, when it was time to eat the sour soup yak meat hot pot that Jiang Yingzhu had planned, we found ourselves unable to eat anymore.

"There's no rush."

Seeing that she was gritting her teeth and trying to go into the store despite her pregnant belly, Li Yan immediately pulled her back.

"We're not just going to stay for two days and then leave, right, senior?"

“Yes, there are many places in Dali. It would take two days to visit Erhai Lake.” Hua Junshu nodded.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yingzhu abandoned her grand ambition of eating her way through the entire city in one night.

So the group headed toward Renmin Road.

There was no particular reason for going there; it was simply because of its fame.

Whether it's good or not is one thing, whether you go or not is another.

Just like when they climbed the Yellow Crane Tower, the tower was new, probably not even as old as they were.

But it's okay, you can brag to others after you get there.

There's nothing worth going there.

Travel is all about experiencing things.

Li Yan guessed that West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce was the same thing; it was clearly very difficult to eat, yet its fame was surprisingly great.

There are as many people who want to try it as there are fish that get eaten.

As dusk settled, Renmin Street was bustling with people and brightly lit.

There were many stalls along the roadside, selling everything from live music to simple drawings.

Some people sat by the wall with melancholy expressions. Jiang Yingzhu couldn't understand what they were doing.

Because they were pretty, many people noticed them and came up to them to promote their food.

There were even more disgusting people who actually tried to hook up with others. Although they phrased it euphemistically, their behavior was appalling.

Li Yan's good looks are enough to stop this kind of person.

Therefore, only physical rituals can be performed to help the deceased pass on.

He doesn't kill people; he simply helps them cut off the root of their troubles.

By slightly stimulating the body's meridians with one's spiritual sense, certain functions can be directly lost.

However, when he encounters people who come looking for him, things become simple.

The girl, Jiang Yingzhu, solved the problem, while the boy, Li Yan, had to do it himself.

Fortunately, these are not common occurrences, and the shopping trip for the four of them went relatively smoothly.

As for how it felt, well, it was just like going shopping.

"Hey, look!"

Suddenly, Jiang Yingzhu pointed to a coffee shop, turned to look at Li Yan with excitement, and whispered:
"Princess Ziwei"

Li Yan and the other two looked in the direction she was pointing, and through the window, they saw a man, a woman, and a child sitting by the window of the coffee shop.

The woman is their math teacher, Zhao Ziwei, and the younger one is her child.

As for the man, they didn't know him, but he seemed to be very familiar with Zhao Ziwei.

Hua Junshu looked puzzled, so Jiang Yingzhu explained it to her.

Then she encouraged Li Yan and Mengmeng to go to the coffee shop together.

Sitting down in a seat not far from Zhao Ziwei and the other two, Jiang Yingzhu lowered her voice and adjusted her hat.

"Hey, Li Yan, Mengmeng, what do you think is the relationship between that guy and Princess Ziwei? Could it be some kind of romantic encounter she had in Dali?!"

"Princess Ziwei is almost thirty, and people online say that women in their thirties are like oh dears!"

Jiang Yingzhu covered her head and glared at Li Yan, "What are you doing?"

"Watch your mouth, don't talk nonsense." Li Yan was a little speechless; his childhood sweetheart really dared to speak her mind.

"And your romantic encounter even involved a child?"

Jiang Yingzhu then realized it was true, but she was still stubbornly insistent despite her lack of conviction.

"Then tell me, what is their relationship?"

Girls love gossip and sharing it widely. Jiang Yingzhu asked a question and wanted to share it with her classmates, but she found that Mengmeng had already silently shared the information in the class group chat.

The group chat was unusually lively at the moment, with the most frequent message being @肖帅.

Who told this guy to introduce himself on the first day of school by saying he likes lolis, and legal lolis at that?

Moreover, he was very attentive in math class, making him the biggest rival of Lin Yufan, the class representative.

With so many people asking, our Xiao Shuai finally saw the initial data and immediately started asking for help.

"Who is that man?! I need to know his identity in three seconds, please, Mei!"

Mei Mengqian didn't post anything, but Jiang Yingzhu did.

"How could you say such cowardly things in such a harsh tone? I was guessing it was a romantic encounter, but Li Yan said no. What do you guys think?"

Li Yan: "Don't talk nonsense. That man looks a lot like Teacher Zhao's child, so he must be Teacher Zhao's ex-husband."

When Jiang Yingzhu saw the message, she turned her head to take a closer look, and then her eyes met Xiao Ziwei's.

"Mom, there's a lady over there looking at me."

As the childish voice rang out, Jiang Yingzhu's heart sank. Oh no, she'd been caught stealing melon seeds!

The next moment, the gazes that met hers became three pairs.

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Half an hour later, he was seen out of the coffee shop by the enthusiastic coffee shop owner, who was also Zhao Ziwei's ex-husband.

Jiang Yingzhu let out a burp, and a smell of coffee mixed with milk rose up. She patted her stomach.

"Let's go back, I need to rest."

Having eaten her fill of melons, drinks, and snacks, Jiang Yingzhu felt that tonight was perfect, but it seemed like she had forgotten something.

The senior student, who wasn't particularly interested in gossip, nodded and then asked, "Aren't you going to reply to that student?"

"I should reply." Jiang Yingzhu remembered that she hadn't shared the gossip yet, so she replied with the final result in the group.

"That man is Princess Ziwei's ex-husband. Teacher Zhao seems to have brought her child here to play. Anyway, that's how it is."

"Also, that man is the coffee shop manager, and he's quite wealthy; he treated us to a lot of food. @XiaoShuai"

Amidst a cacophony of messages, Xiao Shuai emerged.

"Thank you, Sister Zhu. I'll treat you to milk tea when school starts."

At this moment, Zhang Wei spoke up, "Brother Xiao, your chances are too slim. Your math teacher and ex-husband are still entangled."

"It's okay, I still have my wife Theresa."

"???"

Li Yan also saw the group message; he had also ridden in a three-wheeled motorcycle before.

However, Xiao Shuai has gone quite a bit too far, directly switching to the world of anime and manga.

What will happen when some two-word game for preschoolers comes out?

He remembered there were quite a few legal lolis in there!
Shaking his head, Li Yan led the three women back to their residence.

It was only eight or nine o'clock, so naturally she couldn't sleep. After taking a shower, Jiang Yingzhu grabbed a hairdryer and went to find Li Yan.

"Blow-dry my hair."

"Oh."

Li Yan took the item and looked at her head with a puzzled expression.

"Didn't you take a shower yesterday?"

"I can't just wash my hair whenever I want because it's short."

"Go, go, go."

Li Yan turned on the hairdryer and rubbed the dog's head while drying her hair.

Jiang Yingzhu seemed to be enjoying herself, then narrowed her eyes and suddenly asked a question.

"How are your hands, Senior and Mengmeng's?"

"Comfortable?"

(End of this chapter)