I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 397 You didn't do this, did you?

On the podium, Zhao Ziwei turned to face the blackboard and grinned for a few seconds.

Then he clapped his hands with a gentle expression.

"Alright, let's start class now, no more personal matters."

"However, the teacher would like to remind you not to write your name wrong on the answer sheet during the actual exam."

A chorus of chuckles erupted below.

At that moment, Li Yan suddenly felt the test paper he was pressing down on be pulled to the left and then to the right.

Li Yan looked around and saw Jiang Yingzhu and Mei Mengqian each grabbing one side of his test paper and pulling it toward him.

He pressed down on the exam paper with his palm.

"What are you doing?"

"Check if there are other people's names on your test paper."

"Take a look at the exam paper."

Jiang Yingzhu and Mei Mengqian spoke one after the other.

"Oh, then let's see yours first."

"Just look at it."

A hint of unease flashed across Jiang Yingzhu's face, but when she remembered that she hadn't written anyone's name on the test paper, she immediately became self-righteous.

"Here you go!" Mei Mengqian handed over her test paper.

She usually doesn't write on the test papers.

Seeing this, Li Yan casually flipped through the two people's exam papers.

In the answer section, several errors and the correct solutions were marked in red pen.

After returning the exam paper, he stroked his chin, glanced at his own clean paper, and suggested:
"Why don't you check the textbooks, workbooks, and draft notebooks again?"

"We can take turns watching them."

"I have no interest at all." Jiang Yingzhu shrank her neck, pretending to be nonchalant.

Mei Mengqian also shook her head, and reached into the drawer with her other hand, pushing her draft notebook further inside.

Li Yan shook his head and chuckled, thinking that student days were much more interesting.

Every pen has written another person's name.

He suddenly wondered if his senior had ever done such a thing.

So he extended his divine sense and covered the adjacent senior high school building.

I saw the flowering tree in Class 1 of Senior Three.

They are having a Chinese lesson right now.

Reviewing Chinese is rather boring, and Hua Junshu is pacing back and forth on his draft paper.

Li Yan focused his divine sense on the draft paper and immediately saw his senior's work.

A mind map, it looks like it's about her next video.

However, in the corner of the pristine white draft paper, there were still a few inconspicuous initials of English letters.

It seems to have been written casually when I was bored; it flows smoothly and naturally, as if I had written it many times.

Li Yan felt something was off.

The pen twirled casually between his fingertips.

The contest between Jiang Yingzhu and Yu Bing was not completed.

The morning passed quietly, and lunchtime was back in the cafeteria.

This time there were no trivial matters, and Hua Junshu went with them.

At the square table on the second floor, while waiting for class to start, Jiang Yingzhu and her senior complained about Zhao Ziwei's bizarre exam paper.

Hua Junshu listened with a smile, noticing the knowledge gaps revealed in Jiang Yingzhu's fragmented words.

He then offered a few words of guidance.

Li Yan didn't participate in the discussion; instead, he looked at a PPT that Hua Ningxia had sent him.

Several new novels have been adapted into animated series.

In addition, there's the game he wants.

The internal test version has been completed.

I sent him a link to the installation package.

Li Yan wasn't really keen on doing the game testing.

Let Jiang Yingzhu have some time to play.

Mei Mengqian sat near the railing, observing the students below.

Suddenly, she noticed a very special boy in her class.

And the one opposite him.
Looks familiar.

"Li Yan, Zhu Zhu, look over there! Isn't that the guy in our class who's allergic to girls?"

Mei Mengqian nudged Li Yan.

Li Yan turned her head, and Jiang Yingzhu, who had been called by her, also turned her head to look.

On the first floor of the cafeteria, in an ordinary corner, Ruan Yunfei from their class was eating.

Beside him was a woman dressed in women's clothing, with broad shoulders, a thick waist, and a fierce face.

It seems like it was during a PE class when I was giving CPR to a first-year high school student.

Jiang Yingzhu scratched her head and asked in surprise, "Isn't he allergic to girls? How come he's fine even when he's so close to her?"

Li Yan's expression was strange as he pointed at the tall man in women's clothing.

"Is it possible that the person wasn't a girl?"

"what?!"

Jiang Yingzhu and Mei Mengqian exclaimed in unison.

"That's impossible, there's no way a boy would wear girls' clothes," Mei Mengqian said.
Hua Junshu pondered for a moment and said, "It might be intersex. Actually, the chromosomes of human embryos are initially female, that is, xx."

"The Y chromosome is the gene that determines male sexual characteristics, and theoretically, the probability of males and females is 50% each."

"But there are also cases of intersex conditions."

Jiang Yingzhu and the other person were stunned.

It feels weird to talk about chromosomes here.

I was also curious.

"what's the situation?"

"It means having both male and female sexual characteristics, usually pseudohermaphroditism."

Jiang Yingzhu touched her chin.

"So, Li Fei looks like a woman, but she's actually a man?"

“Yes, this falls into the category of being predominantly masculine, xy but feminine,” Hua Junshu said.

Jiang Yingzhu and Mei Mengqian exchanged a glance, both showing expressions of shock.

It turns out that the futa in anime are actually real.

"No, I can't be the only one shocked." Jiang Yingzhu took out her phone and snapped a picture.

Then I sent it to the class group, copying and pasting everything Hua Junshu had just said.

Instantly, the group chat exploded.

Not long after Li Fei performed CPR, people on the No. 6 Middle School forum are still discussing it.

Xiao Shuai: The legendary innate Southern Liang Holy Body. Yu Qingya: Luckily, he doesn't live in the dormitory.

Yu Bin: If that's the case, then Ruan Yunfei should sit with him.
Zhang Wei: That can't be right.

Ye Daijia: That's not necessarily true, after all, it's been a long time coming.
Just then, the person in question jumped out.

Ruan Yunfei:
Ruan Yunfei: She's a man?!

Ruan Yunfei: Damn it, I thought someone could avoid my allergies. I even advised her to lose weight.
Hey!
Li Yan glanced at his phone, then looked down at the screen.

Suddenly, Ruan Yunfei stood up and vomited.

If I'm not mistaken, they were just passing food to each other.

After thinking for a moment, Li Yan offered a word of comfort.

Li Yan: @Ruan Yunfei, don't worry, you're not the worst off. The one who needed CPR is the worst.

Everyone:.
What a clever attention diversion therapy!

Jiang Yingzhu shared her story with great interest, but her attention was immediately diverted to the dishes that had just been served.

While eating, she said, "Let's go to an internet cafe later."

"Senior Mengmeng, let's go together, you guys need to use the computer anyway."

"Especially Mengmeng, you're not safe anymore."

Mei Mengqian looked distressed, her eyes filled with uncertainty.

Hua Junshu glanced at her curiously and asked in confusion:

"Why is it unsafe?"

"Hehe, her book was seen by her classmates."

Upon hearing Jiang Yingzhu's words, Hua Junshu immediately understood.

"That's definitely not safe."

Mei Mengqian looked miserable.

"I don't want to go to internet cafes, they feel too chaotic."

“Let’s go home then, it’ll just be a few minutes’ walk.” Jiang Yingzhu chose Mengmeng’s suggestion.

She mainly wanted a companionship environment.

Just then, Li Yan's phone rang, and the words "Class Teacher" were clearly displayed on the screen.

Seeing this, Jiang Yingzhu and the other two shut up.

Li Yan answered the phone.

"Hello, is this Li Yan?"

"Yes, it's me, homeroom teacher. What's up?"

"Oh, that's it."

Li Ping's kind voice came over, and Jiang Yingzhu and Mei Mengqian exchanged a glance.

Jiang Yingzhu made a downward head gesture.

Ping'er is already so old, yet she's still working as a clothespin.

"Isn't tomorrow the Double Ninth Festival? The school plans to organize a mountain climbing activity for the senior students to relax. The two key classes of junior and senior high school students will also participate as an incentive."

"Aren't you the student council president? You student council members should organize this event and lend a hand."

Li Yan nodded, finding it interesting; as the school became wealthier, its various schemes began to emerge.

"I understand, homeroom teacher. We'll go hiking there then."

"It's right outside the school, at Feiyun Mountain. I can take a stroll around and write down my thoughts. Perfect!"

Li Yan was speechless and was about to hang up when he heard him praising him again.

"Li Yan, you're doing a great job as student council president, that's wonderful."

After exchanging a few pleasantries and seeing off the homeroom teacher, Li Yan glanced at Zhu Zhu and Meng Meng.

"You can go back on your own at noon; I need to organize some activities."

Jiang Yingzhu didn't care at all; she had climbed Feiyun Mountain countless times.

"It's just climbing a mountain, what's the big deal about organizing it?"

"That's because you're not the organizer. What if someone slips and falls?"

Li Yan tapped her, "Not everyone has the same stamina as you."

Hua Junshu nodded, "Many senior high school students sit all year round and have difficulty climbing stairs."

After a pause, seeing that Zhu Zhu had someone to accompany her, and that Li Yan wasn't going back, she said:
"I'm not going back."

Jiang Yingzhu blinked, wondering what her senior wanted to do with Li Yan.

However, she wasn't interested in organizing activities; she preferred playing video games.

So he nodded, without saying he wanted to come along.

Mei Mengqian wanted to participate, but she had already promised Zhuzhu.

If Zhu Zhu doesn't change her mind, it's not easy for her to change it either.

So after finishing their meal, Jiang Yingzhu pulled Mei Mengqian and ran outside.

"Mengmeng, the school gate is over there."

"Let's go through the back door, hurry up!"

Two minutes later, looking at the fence in front of her, Mei Mengqian opened her mouth, and after a long while, she said:

"Zhuzhu, where's the back door?"

“This is it,” Jiang Yingzhu said, walking to one of the thicker fence bars.

With a gentle snap, the long, black metal strip was torn off.

Mei Mengqian's eyes widened; she hadn't expected there to be such a mechanism here.

"Zhuzhu, you didn't do this, did you?"

"No, it was the group of people in the back dormitory who did it."

Jiang Yingzhu refused to take the blame and took the lead in squeezing through the doubled-sized gap.

Mei Mengqian followed closely behind, but it still felt a bit crowded.

The two turned off the small path and onto the main road, running towards home.

On the same road, Ma Liang and Xiao Shuai, who were handing out small cards to students with Cheng Yuan by the roadside, saw Mei Jiang and Xiao Shuai's backs.

"Strange, how did they know about our secret passage?" Ma Liang scratched his head.

“It must be Tieba,” Xiao Shuai said. “It’s okay, Jiang Yingzhu and the others aren’t big mouths.”

Just then, a young man dressed as a beggar crawled up in front of the three of them.

Upon seeing this, Ma Liang and Xiao Shuai were taken aback and instinctively stepped aside, but then felt a pang of pity.

Just then, Cheng Yuan, who had finished handing out advertising cards, patted the two men on the shoulder.

"Come on, there's a candied hawthorn vendor over there. I haven't had any in ages. It's on me."

The two were distracted and instinctively followed suit.

Ma Liang said, "Brother Yuan, did you notice something was off about that beggar?"

"No."

Cheng Yuan shared the candied hawthorns he had just bought with them.

"But I could tell he had all his limbs and was in good health. Why give alms to a beggar like that? You'd be better off giving your money to an old man selling candied hawthorns in the freezing cold."

(End of this chapter)