What if I don't want to ascend to immortality?

Chapter 38 I am Teacher Han
"There are some classes I really don't want to attend; they make me want to sleep. If I can't manage tomorrow, I'll just sit in the last row and take a nap."

"The cafeteria has a new head chef, and the food doesn't smell as good as it used to. Oh, maybe it's because my cooking skills have improved, and I don't think much of his stuff anymore."

"Xiaojia spoiled the ending of 'Love in the Second Ring Road' for me. How annoying! I'm saving it up to watch it all at once."

"Yes, I bought a few new hair ties at the stall today. Look, aren't they nice? They're so cheap, less than three yuan in total."

"I bought some popsicles wholesale and stored them in my spatial storage. They're much better than a freezer. Shall I give you one to try?"

Han Jie is not a talkative person.

But when he stood there leaning against the kitchen door frame, listening to Meng Qingtong busy herself inside and rambling on about trivial matters, he felt relaxed from the inside out.

At this moment, he was too lazy to even put more effort into analyzing his consciousness, preferring to listen to her cheerful chatter and occasionally respond with a few words.

Seeing her flip her wrist and conjure a creamy ice cream bar from in front of her with a cool gesture, Han Jie frowned and said, "I remember telling you to only fill up 70% of your capacity. How much space do you have left?"

Meng Qingtong smiled guiltily, tore open the ice cream wrapper, and handed it to him. "There's still a lot left. I think that as long as you can't handle it, it's good to pack more ice cream every day."

"If nothing goes wrong, it's fine, but if something does go wrong, it's no laughing matter." Han Jie flicked her forehead with his finger, finding that he was getting more and more comfortable with this gesture, and even developing a bit of fondness for it.

"Ugh..." She rubbed her forehead, shoved the ice cream into Han Jie's hand, picked up a spatula, scooped some sauce onto the dish, and said, "You've been talking about me all this time. What about you? What have you been up to today? Did you go look at any houses?"

"No, I just wandered around all day."

"That's good, let's get familiar with the environment." She picked up a strip of shredded meat, tasted it, tilted her head, picked up the bottle, gently tapped some oyster sauce into it, and said while stir-frying, "So, have you decided when you're going to see Dean Fang?"

Han Jie thought about the paperwork that Qian Min had sent to his phone when he returned, and smiled, "I've thought it through, let's do it tomorrow."

"Oh!" Meng Qingtong was pleasantly surprised. Before she knew it, two vegetable leaves had fallen out. She quickly picked them up, blew on them, and put them in her mouth. "That's great. Then I'll go with you to see her tomorrow. Let's leave early. I'll take you to her office before you go to class."

"No need, you go straight to class, I'll go find her myself. If anything happens, I'll let you know."

Meng Qingtong thought for a moment, then said in a somewhat subtle tone, "Actually, I don't really want you to meet her alone."

"Why?"

"I have a feeling she's going to misunderstand us." She put the lid on the pot, turned the heat down, and turned to prepare the next dish, muttering to herself, "If she does misunderstand, who knows what she might say to you. If she says something that upsets you, don't take it seriously. Considering her age, she's just a little girl to you, right?"

"Don't worry, with you here, I won't bother with them."

Meng Qingtong was focused on cooking and didn't notice that he said "they" instead of "she." She started giving him instructions on what he should pay attention to in the Second Academy if he succeeded.

As they were talking, just as the meal was almost finished, Meng Qingtong's phone rang.

She glanced at it, quite surprised, "Who is this? Why is it the relay divine sense frequency band of the inner zone?"

The bridging frequency band that has auxiliary equipment to help reduce the consumption of spiritual energy is not something that ordinary spiritual practitioners can use. She dared not be negligent, frowned and connected, and then finished plating the last dish.

Han Jie didn't disturb her. He snapped his fingers and used his spiritual power to carry the plate to the dining table.

On his way back, he bought a pair of small speakers and connected them to his phone to play music. Thanks to the big data and intelligent recommendation system of this era, as soon as he fed in Qiao Mu's songs, similar tunes kept popping up.

It is indeed wonderful to relax one's mind and body with melodies. No wonder some of the older generation who have traveled the world never forgot to listen to music in brothels, no matter how busy they were.

After listening to a few songs, Meng Qingtong came out with a rice paddle. She went to the rice cooker, scooped rice, and said with a puzzled look, "It's really strange. I've been enrolled for more than two years. If I work hard in the exams, I might even graduate next year. Why are people still trying to poach me and ask me to transfer schools?"

"Huh?" Han Jie almost shoved a mouthful of rice into his nostril. "Who?"

“The director of the admissions office of the three colleges.” Meng Qingtong looked confused. “She was really ‘begging’ me to transfer schools. When she heard that I didn’t agree, she almost cried. What happened? It’s like she’ll lose her job if I don’t go.”

Before she could finish speaking, her chopsticks had just dipped into the scrambled eggs with tomatoes when her phone rang again.

She picked it up, her head full of question marks, and connected to a new frequency of divine thought.

It's clear that she intended to eat while having a mental conversation.

But after only a few seconds, she stood up nervously, put down her chopsticks, gestured to Han Jie to let him eat first, and stood seriously to the side to communicate.

Han Jie ate slowly, his gaze lingering on Meng Qingtong's ever-changing face, finding it increasingly amusing.

He could guess who it was, but he couldn't figure out what conditions the vice dean was planning to offer to poach them.

Thinking about it carefully, Old Dong seems like a rather old-fashioned person, yet he was able to find Meng Qingtong as his target so quickly; he's really efficient.

Unfortunately, he could have guessed the outcome just as he expected.

Who told Meng Qingtong to be such a stubborn fool, just like him?

Sure enough, a dozen minutes later, Meng Qingtong sat back down while wiping her sweat. The expression on her face was as if a huge gold brick had just fallen from the sky and hit her foot, and she had picked it up and returned it to its owner, only to find that no one would reimburse her for the medical expenses.

"What's wrong?" Han Jie feigned ignorance.

"It's still the Third Affiliated Hospital, asking me to consider transferring there." Meng Qingtong, being quick-witted, was already eyeing him suspiciously. "This whole thing seems increasingly off. Do you know who contacted me this time?"

"Who?"

“Dong Suihan. The former dean and current vice dean of the Third Academy, the famous retired emperor over there.” She observed Han Jie’s expression and narrowed her big eyes. “Senior Han, you… don’t seem surprised at all.”

Knowing that the best way to hide things from this girl was to tell the truth, but not everything, he said, "The difficult problem I solved for Linglong Heart these past few days happened to be the one he offered a reward for. He wants to invite me to work at the Third Hospital. He offered me a whole bunch of good conditions. I thought about it and didn't agree."

"So he came to me? What does that mean? Does he think that if I were his partner, you would be willing to go to the Third Hospital?" Meng Qingtong never presumptuously believed in others' feelings and said with a shrug, "He thinks too highly of me. I tried my best to persuade you to go to the Second Hospital, but you didn't even come in with me today."

Han Jie laughed and said, "You sound quite disappointed. The terms he offered were really good, weren't they?"

"Hmm." She sighed. "I'm really tempted, so it's quite painful. Sure enough, when the temptation is great, it's not so easy to stick to your principles."

"How big is it?"

She held up her slender fingers one by one. "He gave me a written promise of a position at the university, a part-time special assistant at the research institute, and the same benefits as a senior researcher. He'd provide a car after one year and a house after three. The most outrageous thing is that he said if I gave birth while working at the Third Academy, all expenses would be covered, plus at least a year of maternity leave and up to three years of flexible parental leave. He's really thinking ahead; I haven't even found a boyfriend yet." She took a bite of her food and sighed, "If it weren't for the fact that identities in the Divine Sense frequency band are hard to fake, I would have thought he was a con artist trying to commit suicide."

Han Jie also felt somewhat helpless.

What is Dong Suihan thinking? Who would poach a seventeen-year-old girl and offer her marriage and childbirth benefits?

However, considering that he hasn't met another person he clicks with since he appeared in this world, it seems too troublesome to find someone else if he really wants to fully experience the mortal world in the future.

Thinking about it this way, Dong Suihan seems to have quite a bit of foresight...

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. The more I think about it, the more annoyed I get. I can't possibly agree to that." Meng Qingtong shook her head, the end of her black braid gently twitching against her rosy cheek. "Let's eat, and then go shopping. You can find a lot of good things at the night market in Nanqiao Lane, and they're not expensive. We're going to the Second Hospital now, so I need to get you a few more decent outfits."

Han Jie looked her over and thought, "You're still wearing the same shirt and pleated skirt you wore when you went to Liu Song's house last time. You've just changed your bare-legged sandals for white stockings and student shoes, and you've taken off your bracelet and earrings. You just look more like a student now."

"Why are you looking at me? I'm not a newbie. I'm a seasoned veteran in the academy, hundreds of people call me 'senior sister,' so as long as I dress presentably, that's fine." She hadn't forgotten Han Jie's recent extravagant spending habits, and added with a smile, "You're different, old lady. Those sunglasses and straw hats together are enough for me to buy clothes for half a year. This time, I won't make the decisions, I'll just help you choose. So you won't complain that what I pick isn't classy enough."

"You can choose whatever you like," Han Jie said with a smile. "I'm not good at these mundane things. Anyway, there's no need to save me money."

“That’s just how I spend money. If you’re not satisfied, find another housekeeper.” Meng Qingtong pouted and muttered under her breath, “Money is earned and saved. A 19.9 yuan item can look just as good if you choose the right style, while a 199 yuan item is just so-so.”

"What about the one thousand nine?"

Knowing that Han Jie was teasing her on purpose, she cooperated by glaring at him and making an angry face, "I don't know, I've never seen anything so expensive before, it's hard on the eyes."

Having experienced living under the same roof at the guesthouse, Meng Qingtong was even less willing to go back early and be alone in the empty room. After returning from the night market, she lingered at Han Jie's place, telling him about which teacher at the Second Affiliated Hospital had a good temper and which teacher was not to be trifled with, and showing him funny videos on her phone.

It wasn't until her regular evening workout time was almost over that she smiled, tidied up the little house briefly, and said goodbye before leaving.

Han Jie looked around the suddenly quiet room, reached out and touched the new clothes that had been soaked and hung up on the balcony, thinking to himself, "I need to buy a big house with more than one bedroom as soon as possible..."

The next day, Meng Qingtong got up more than ten minutes earlier than usual, which surprised Han Jie, who was taking a nap on a chair on the balcony.

This girl usually does things right on time. Her steps in getting up, getting ready, using the toilet, and washing up are rarely off by more than ten seconds. The alarm clock is only ever used as a precaution.

When they met, Han Jie realized that she seemed a little different.

Her eyebrows were slightly thinner, her eyelashes were longer and more curved, and her complexion was much fairer, youthful, delicate, and almost translucent. Her thin, small lips were even moistened with a subtle pinkish glow.

"Uh... what's this?"

"Nude makeup, a fake bare face." Meng Qingtong leaned close to Han Jie with a smug look, gently tapping her cheek with her index finger. "I'm not one to use these precious products easily. Doesn't it look much better?"

He didn't really care about the superficial change, but Han Jie couldn't help but be affected by her infectious emotions and couldn't help but laugh, "Yes, it looks better. But why did you suddenly think of going through all this trouble?"

She said in a serious tone, "What if Dean Fang needs to talk to other people? Vice Dean, Director, if you find it troublesome, I'll have to negotiate with them for you. That's my bargaining chip."

"Chips?"

Meng Qingtong picked up the breakfast ingredients and headed to the kitchen. "Yeah, the teachers who know me well know that if I dress up seriously to talk to them about serious matters, it means I'm prepared to give up until I get what I want. If anyone tries to trip you up in your enrollment, I'll keep bothering them. Don't be shy about telling me, I'm all ready for battle."

"Okay." Han Jie suppressed a laugh and said, "I'll let you know if anything happens."

It's clear that Meng Qingtong takes this very seriously. Even though she personally cooked breakfast and it wasn't very oily, she still took out a small mirror and carefully applied some lip gloss after finishing her meal.

Han Jie thus confirmed that she even kept her cosmetics in her soul space.

That's right. It seems that the only things this girl bought with her own money were lip balm to prevent dryness and the cheapest baby oil. Anything that had a slightly decorative effect was a gift from the client, Dean Fang, or Aunt Huang, and it didn't add up to much.

It's probably because they didn't expand it that much, otherwise she would probably have included the big teddy bear she hugs to sleep with every night.

We arrived at the entrance of the Second Hospital side by side. This time we arrived earlier than yesterday. Many day students were still gathered in twos and threes buying and eating meals.

Meng Qingtong was about to go to the gate to help Han Jie register visitor information when she noticed Fang Min smiling and waving at them not far inside the gate.

"I haven't notified them yet, why are they here?" She looked at Fang Min in confusion and asked in a low voice.

"We're on the same wavelength." Fang Min looked at Han Jie, covering for him one last time. "Han Jie, right? Come on, let's go to my office. Xiao Tong, what are your classes this morning?"

"Advanced Spirit Rune Studies, I haven't looked at the schedule for the later classes yet." Meng Qingtong was still very worried. "Dean, I'll catch up on my notes after the first class. I'll go with him."

Fang Min glared at him. "Why are you so nervous? Do you really think you're introducing your boyfriend to your parents?"

These words made Meng Qingtong blush bright red, and she grabbed her backpack and ran towards the teaching building.

With Fang Min personally appearing and Gu Shuangjin accompanying him, who among the heads of the Spirit Talisman and Spirit Array departments, including the heads of the general courses, would dare to say anything? It's estimated that the news of the Second Academy welcoming a record-breaking young genius male teacher will spread throughout the entire Dongding District before the morning is even over.

However, after everyone heard that Han Jie was only taking the classes chosen by Meng Qingtong for the time being, they all showed ambiguous smiles.

Since helping a genius boy pursue a girl would come with paid leave, none of his colleagues had any reason to disagree.

So, after all the formalities were completed, the teacher took Han Jie to observe the first advanced spirit rune class of the morning.

Because the teacher was five minutes late, many students in the spacious public lecture hall had already completely relaxed, some playing on their phones and others dozing off.

Meng Qingtong was lying in the corner of the last row, looking like she was dozing off, but based on Han Jie's understanding of her, he guessed she was secretly looking at her phone, waiting for a message from Fang Min.

The teaching building has directional shielding for the mental frequency band to prevent students from pretending to attend class while chatting in their minds.

Han Jie had no choice but to abandon his idea of ​​calling out to her to tease her, and went straight in with the teacher.

"Today, our Second Hospital is fortunate to have hired a young prodigy with exceptional talent. Han Jie, who is only eighteen years old, will officially become your substitute teacher after observing a few classes. Come on, Mr. Han, please introduce yourself."

Amidst the gasps of the girls, Meng Qingtong slowly raised her head, her eyes wide.

Seeing her dumbfounded expression, Han Jie was in a good mood and smiled, "I am Professor Han. I am quite confident in my theoretical research. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me."

(End of this chapter)