I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 375 Let me take a look too
Jiang Yingzhu had just finished studying and was ready to relax.

When I saw the video posted by my senior, I thought it was some kind of funny lame joke.

Because my senior really likes to share corny jokes.

Who knew that opening a window would cause the sky to collapse?

Those two familiar, bouncy figures, that mesmerizing singing voice.

Immediately awaken her recently lost memories.

"what--"

Jiang Yingzhu screamed in frustration as she saw the video's view count—300,000!

It received 100,000 likes and 30,000 favorites.

Not
Why!

Yesterday it looked like it had already been shut down.

“Dream—Dream—!” Jiang Yingzhu turned her head and gave a death stare.

"It wasn't me, I was writing a novel," Mei Mengqian said in a very low voice.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yingzhu looked at Li Yan, who was the most likely candidate.

Rich, likes to act like a jerk, and isn't afraid of getting beaten up.

"Not me either."

Li Yan said, "If I wanted to promote you, I would have already done so on Douban."

"Who is that! This isn't the kind of effect you can achieve with just a thousand or two thousand yuan!"

Jiang Yingzhu's lips twitched uncontrollably.

"Don't worry, although many people have seen your silly behavior, Yu Bing has seen it too, hasn't she?"

"She's young, so no one cares."

"Then think about it from another angle. You've become famous. As long as you're not embarrassed, that's traffic."

Jiang Yingzhu shoved her phone in front of him expressionlessly. "The account that posted the video is yours, isn't it!?"

"Isn't there a teleportation portal?"

Li Yan believed that Jiang Yingzhu was experiencing this for the first time and had not yet gotten into the mood.

Therefore, the reaction was similar to that of the general public.

He opened the comments section and saw, "Yeah, everyone's praising you two."

"real?!"

Jiang Yingzhu was a little happy, so she opened the comments section, and then her face darkened.

Sexy Patrick Star deals cards online: [His bouncing around is really funny]

This is the comment with the most likes, and most of the comments below it are like that too.

Or it could be one of the other lines in a song sung by Li Yan.

Louis XVI (the author) commented: [The girl singing the last line of the song was hilarious. Sending love!]

Jiang Yingzhu was reminded and turned to look at Mengmeng.

Mengmeng guiltily looked away.

"It's all Li Yan's fault. Why didn't he edit it? And the phone's audio recording is so good."

Jiang Yingzhu thought it made sense, so she punched Li Yan.

Just then, several girls nearby gasped and shouted, "Zhuzhu, look at Douyin!!"

"I saw it, stop yelling!"

Jiang Yingzhu's face fell.

Seeing this, several people who had turned to look at her suppressed their laughter and turned back.

Jiang Yingzhu was speechless, but seeing the increase in her account followers, video likes, and private messages, she was also a little happy.

Just then, Yu Bing reached out and patted her from behind.

"Zhuzhu, you have to prove to me that I'm not a primary school student!"

Yu Bing handed over the phone.

She was seen arguing with someone in the comments section of Jiang Yingzhu's video, saying that she was neither Jiang Yingzhu's sister nor a primary school student.

Jiang Yingzhu glanced at Yu Bing's information.

Bingbing: [You're the one who's in elementary school!]

Bingbing: [I'm not, you are!]

Bingbing: [I'm not! Angry! Angry! Angry!]

Jiang Yingzhu couldn't help but laugh, "Your theoretical approach is worse than that of an elementary school student."

You prove it for me!

“Then I’ll take a picture of you in response to him,” Jiang Yingzhu suggested.

Yu Bing agreed, so he sat up straight, opened his high school textbook, and placed another one in the corner, waiting for Jiang Yingzhu to start filming.

Jiang Yingzhu stood up and took a picture in response.

Yu Bing was immediately delighted and went to argue with that person, but then her face fell.

"Zhuzhu, why did you make me look so small in the photo?"

"It's okay if it's small, it won't affect the fact that you're a girl in a high school."

Yu Bing got angry and lashed out.

I'm determined to uninstall Douyin.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yingzhu gradually began to feel smug.

"Li Yan, my page views have increased by another 20,000, haha."

"Li Yan, my most popular video is almost catching up with yours now, and it will surpass you soon. You're already washed up."

"Li Yan."

Li Yan picked at his ear and pulled up the video that made her famous.

"Tell me, whose account posted this video?"

"Also, who gave you the right to compare your highest-viewed video with my lowest-viewed video?"

Jiang Yingzhu shrank back, snorted, and chose to avoid answering the second question.

"I'm just being fostered by you. Give me a copy, and I'll distribute it myself. It'll definitely go viral."

Li Yan then gave her a copy.

Little Green Plum was too naive; she underestimated the platform.

Sure enough, by the time Jiang Yingzhu finished evening self-study and got home, the post she made herself only had three thousand views.

"How is this going?!"

"You didn't spend any money."

Jiang Yingzhu didn't want to spend money, so she decided to shut down Douyin.

Hua Junshu said from the side, "Actually, the whole internet is focused on the colorful clouds tonight. Zhu Zhu's video may just be an accident."

Jiang Yingzhu nodded; she would nod to anyone who came now.

My brain has been completely drained by a whole day of studying.

She vaguely understood what her junior high school history teacher had described about the Cold War between the US and the Soviet Union. The next morning, a cool breeze blew in through the window, carrying a fresh, moist scent that had a slightly sweet, almost ethereal quality.

The sunlight shattered into fine white mist atop Feiyun Mountain in the distance, trailing along the mountain's veins and accumulating in the fields outside the house, like a traditional Chinese ink painting.

Hua Junshu's gaze swept over the trees, which were vaguely visible in the morning mist, and he felt that the air here was even better.

After washing up and going downstairs, I could feel that the air had become slightly warmer.

Then I heard noises coming from the kitchen stove.

A fragrant aroma filled the air, a blend of the caramelized scent of fried food and the delicate fragrance of porridge.

She walked into the kitchen and saw Li Yan cooking.

A deep fryer sits on the stove, with a few golden-yellow fried dough sticks rolling around in the clear, slightly yellow oil inside.

The rice cooker lid was open, and a pot of congee with preserved egg and lean pork was steaming.

The rice porridge, soaked in the yolk of the preserved egg, takes on a warm, light grayish-green hue. The white rice grains float in it, some of which are also tinged with an even thinner grayish-green.

The congee surface gleams with a pearly gray-white luster, dotted with glossy black pieces of preserved egg and tender, delicate shreds of pork, resembling a beautifully arranged crescent-shaped modern poem.

The most delightful feature is the few bright green scallions, like the finishing touch on a painting, or a perfect line from a poem, adding a touch of vibrancy and life to the porridge, making one's mouth water.

"Why did you decide to cook?" Hua Junshu asked, sniffing the air and taking out a bowl.

"I promised Jiang Yingzhu, didn't I?" Li Yan said casually, poking at the fried dough sticks in the pan with tongs. "How many fried dough sticks would you like, senior?"

"One is enough, is that alright?" Hua Junshu glanced over there.

"I've just finished one. I'll fry a few more so I can use them in hot pot or something."

The fried dough sticks weren't made by Li Yan early in the morning; he wasn't that diligent.

They were all bought from the supermarket, and Li Yan didn't notice any difference in their tastes.

"Ah."

Hua Junshu nodded, pulled down the apron hanging on the wall, came behind Li Yan, wrapped his arms around him, put the apron on him, and tied it up.

Li Yan paused for a moment, and then heard his senior say, "Is it tight? This is my apron."

Feeling her senior's arm wrap around her again, and the soft pressure against her back, she paused slightly, "It's alright."

Do you need any help?

"Let's make a few cups of soy milk."

"Mm." Hua Junshu nodded, let go of him, and went to get the soy milk.

They bought a well-known brand of soy milk powder, which tastes good, but it's not easy to dissolve.

Hua Junshu poured the water slowly, stirring as he poured. Once the four cups were ready, Li Yan's side was also finished.

I tore off half a piece of fried dough stick and gave it to Laba, even though the calico cat had been transformed into an iron stomach.

However, cats' natural love for oils remains unchanged.

Youtiao (Chinese fried dough sticks) don't actually have that much oil; it's just the oily aroma on the surface that attracts them.

Therefore, when Laba took two bites and found that it didn't taste right, she showed a puzzled expression.

Li Yan mocked without any politeness, "Stupid cat!"

"Meow!"

Laba retorted, then went to call Jiang Yingzhu and Mengmeng.

Li Yan brought the porridge and fried dough sticks that his senior had served to the restaurant.

Soon Jiang Yingzhu and the other person came down, and they could smell the fragrance from a distance.

"Wow, two kinds of breakfast, that's quite a feast."

Jiang Yingzhu said happily that she didn't care that Li Yan ignored her.

When her senior reminded her that there was congee with preserved egg and lean pork in the kitchen, she nodded.

However, the real target was the fried dough sticks on the table.

Jiang Yingzhu grabbed a fried dough stick, cut it into eight pieces, put them in a bowl, and then poured in the still-hot soy milk to drown them.

In this way, she got a delicious, sweet, and crispy fried dough stick.

Mei Mengqian didn't like eating like this. She preferred soy milk, but it became greasy when the soy milk was mixed with the oil from the fried dough sticks.

So her fried dough stick got scalded to death in the porridge.

Hua Junshu ate them separately, and so did Li Yan.

Jiang Yingzhu said they lacked creativity.

“Then I’ll make you a special creative breakfast tomorrow, I guarantee it will be very creative,” Li Yan said.

Jiang Yingzhu immediately shook her head; how could she not know what he was thinking?

"I do not want it!"

After breakfast, the four of them went to school as usual.

However, today is clearly different from yesterday.

The students from No. 6 Middle School on the road kept glancing at Jiang Yingzhu.

There was a lot of discussion.

"That hopping around is hilarious."

"So silly, so cute."

"They seem easy to approach, brothers, shall we go for it!"

Jiang Yingzhu picked at her ear, keeping a straight face, trying to emulate her senior's icy demeanor.

However, based on her first impression yesterday, this demeanor had no effect whatsoever.

"Why is she expressionless? Is she pretending to be aloof?"

"That's very likely how all sand sculptures are."

Mei Mengqian and Hua Junshu couldn't help but chuckle.

"Ugh, these first-year high school students are so annoying! Have they never been beaten before?!" Jiang Yingzhu was furious; they were the real idiots.

They were talking about it early in the morning, just like the village aunties.

They don't dare to come up yet.

Jiang Yingzhu just wanted someone to come up and chat with her, and then she would laugh at them so hard that they would be humiliated and have nowhere to hide.

Rebuild the Emperor's oppressive aura!

But those who talk about it are just spouting nonsense; they're nothing special.

"People are only interested in you for a short time, and they'll lose interest in you soon."

Li Yan patted Jiang Yingzhu's head, "Little Jiang, this is the experience of someone who's been there."

"Huh?" Jiang Yingzhu recalled how Li Yan had sent her love letters and breakfasts every day for a month, and suddenly felt it was very troublesome.

Just as they entered the school gate, Jiang Yingzhu immediately pulled Li Yan towards the playground, and said to Hua Junshu and Mei Mengqian:

"Come with me, Senior Mengmeng, you guys go to the teaching building first!"

"What are you going to do?" Mei Mengqian asked, puzzled.

"Let those high school freshmen see my shield."

"Then I'll take a look too," Hua Junshu said, following behind.

Mei Mengqian followed closely behind, "Let me see too!"

(End of this chapter)