I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 107 There Are Always Exceptions
The third class passed just like that. Jiang Yingzhu was still careful when hitting people, deliberately choosing places that were not fatal but very painful.

After realizing she had hit the wrong person, she went with Principal Jiang Ting to apologize and also to pay for the medical expenses.

The two actors did not seek compensation.

It's just a little pain, and besides, there's no real injury. I can still work the next day.

Moreover, the reward Jiang Ting offered was already quite generous.

Li Yan withdrew his consciousness from the principal's office, and the math teacher, thinking he was daydreaming, called on him to answer a question.

He glanced at the blackboard casually and gave the answer.

Zhao Ziwei nodded, but was not satisfied.

"What about the process?"

"In my mind."

"Remember to say it next time. When doing math problems, you can never be lazy."

Zhao Ziwei said something, and seeing everyone's serious and focused expressions, she nodded to herself, thinking that the class monitor was quite useful.

"Alright, Li Yan, sit down, let's continue."

In the back row, Xiao Shuai's face showed a hint of jealousy, and he couldn't help but ask Zhang Wei next to him.

"Brother Wei, why didn't Princess Ziwei call on me? I was clearly daydreaming too!"

"Shuaizi, are you confused? You help Ziwei Gege so much in math class every time, how can she possibly call on you?"

Yu Bin agreed, "Shuaizi, you and the math class representative are now sharing the world, but if you want to go further, you can only become the kings of the world of mathematics."

"That makes sense, but how does one become a king?"

"It's simple, just surpass Li Yan's math score!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Shuai was shocked and immediately refused.

"Brother Bin, this is too difficult. Is there an easier way?"

"I do not know then."

Yu Bin shook his head and continued to climb the ranks.

Just then, Xiao Shuai, Yu Bin's deskmate, tapped the table twice lightly. Yu Bin immediately became alert and put away his phone.

Looking up, I saw my homeroom teacher, Li Ping, standing at the classroom door.

"He's checking the rooms again?" Yu Bin muttered. "Doesn't he like to come out the back door?"

“That’s called taking someone by surprise.” After Xiao Shuai finished speaking, he didn’t see Li Ping leave. Instead, Li Ping walked into the classroom.

Yu Bin and the others were startled and immediately sat up straight.

He took out his water glass, opened it, took a strategic sip, then glanced at his textbook and Teacher Zhao, frowning slightly, as if his study train of thought had been interrupted.

Eight feints in one second!

Li Ping glanced at Yu Bin a few times, and his years of coaching experience made him feel that something was wrong.

But he didn't delve into it; he had more important tasks to complete.

Li Ping looked at the math teacher and said, "Mr. Zhao, may I take a few minutes of your time to tell you about the school's latest announcement?"

“Okay, Ms. Li, you can go ahead.” Zhao Ziwei nodded, stepped down from the podium, and made way for her.

Li Ping stepped onto the podium, scanned the entire class, and loudly proclaimed:
"As you all saw in the riot control drill just now, and according to the latest notice and school regulations, students are no longer allowed to bring sticks, controlled knives, or batons without permission!"

Upon hearing this, everyone wore strange expressions. Some who knew about the relationship between Li Yan and Jiang Yingzhu even looked at him.
"Why are you looking at me? I didn't bring it." Li Yan said speechlessly.

But then he saw his deskmate Mei Mengqian's eyes flicker and she tuck her schoolbag in.

Li Yan: ?
"Okay, that's all. The school will be conducting inspections from time to time, so please be careful."

After speaking, Li Ping coughed and glanced at Zhao Ziwei.

"Teacher Zhao, you can continue the lesson."

Zhao Ziwei nodded speechlessly, feeling that she couldn't go on any further.

Both she and the students were focused on the new school rule.

Zhao Ziwei glanced at the time and realized there were still ten minutes left before get out of class ended. So she said:

"I'll assign today's homework. The class representative will write it on the blackboard, so everyone should hurry up and memorize it."

Zhao Ziwei rarely extends her class time because she usually has to pick up and drop off children at the kindergarten in the next street.

However, this only applies to the class before school ends.

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In the afternoon, after the third period.

Ye Hui stopped Li Yan and Mei Mengqian, who were about to go to dinner, and said with a smile:
"Li Yan, Mei Mengqian, and Yu Bin, your calligraphy works have advanced to the semi-finals of the calligraphy competition. Now, a new round of judging will begin. Please come with me to the competition venue."

Yu Bin had already reached the door when he was called back. He asked, somewhat confused:

"Class monitor, why is there a semi-final? Is there going to be a final? Aren't there already works? Can't we just decide on it now?"

"No." Ye Hui shook her head. "The school said they need to make a comprehensive judgment."

"Alright then." Yu Bin decided to go, considering the bonus and meal card.

The group walked towards the administration building. Mei Mengqian looked at Ye Hui and said, "The class monitor should be shortlisted too, right?"

"Yes, all the works that make it to the semi-finals can be featured in the calligraphy exhibition," Ye Hui emphasized.

For her, this kind of honorary reward is more to her liking.

There were quite a few people in the large lecture hall of the administration building.

Li Yan glanced around and saw that those who looked relaxed and were chatting and laughing were probably first-year high school students like them.

Those who seemed a bit energetic, but not many, and were sitting in their seats chatting with acquaintances, were probably in their second year of high school. Because he saw the Flower Tree.

As for those with deadpan expressions, they either have vocabulary books in their hands or are resting on the table.

His entire being exuded an aversion to the match, which had disturbed their meal.

There were not many of them, and they appeared to be forced to participate.

Li Yan and his three companions found a place to sit down, and soon after, two or three teachers came in carrying stationery.

The leader took out a microphone, turned it on, and without wasting any words, said directly:
"Okay, is everyone here? If any students from other classes are not here, please let them know. Now, please invite the students who have been shortlisted for both penmanship and calligraphy to come up to the stage."

Li Yan went downstairs to collect the Xuan paper. This time he didn't plan to write large characters, so he took a piece that was neither too big nor too small, about one square foot.

Then he took a sheet of calligraphy paper, and Mei Mengqian and Ye Hui helped him get ink and a pen. The teacher distributing the items glanced at him but didn't seem surprised.

People who write well with a brush pen are unlikely to be bad at writing with a pen. Just a heads-up, though.

"Student, there's a table over there specifically for spreading out Xuan paper."

Upon hearing this, Li Yan and the other three glanced over there and went to write. Yu Bin took a deep breath and began to write.

Ye Hui didn't rush to move, but looked at Li Yan with a bit of curiosity.

What are you planning to write this time?

Mei Mengqian also looked at him, equally curious.

"I haven't decided yet. How about you guys give me one?"

Write a poem.

Li Yan wanted to try something different, so under the watchful eyes of Mei Mengqian and Ye Hui, he wrote a poem titled "Written at the South Village of the Capital" in running script.

He's a bit lazy; he's too lazy to write long poems.

Mei Mengqian's eyes lit up slightly. Of course she knew the poem "Last year on this day, in this doorway," but she just felt that the poem was quite fitting for the occasion.

Moreover, no matter how many times you look at Li Yan's calligraphy, you can feel a unique rhythmic beauty.

After finishing writing with the brush, Li Yan copied down several interesting poems by Marshal Chen.

For example, the poem "Ode to the Atomic Bomb" (You have an atomic bomb, I have an atomic bomb, everyone has a bomb, but we agree not to fire it.)
And then there's "Everything" (everything mechanized, everything automated, everything buttoned—you always have to press a button).
Ye Hui was completely bewildered; she had never read Marshal Chen's poems.

But it doesn't seem like something Li Yan made up; that sense of the era couldn't have been fabricated.

Li Yan didn't write this with any other intention; he just found it interesting.

In addition, in his previous life, the first place winner in this competition was actually about the same level as him.

But the winning entry was quite good; it directly addressed the core socialist values.

Mei Mengqian was also a little confused. She glanced at Li Yan.

"You've even memorized these poems?!"

"No, I just looked at it."

Li Yan spoke the truth, after all, who wouldn't be confused when they saw "Going to the netherworld to summon old troops, with 100,000 banners to slay Yama"?

Based on the idea that the author represents the brand's quality, he went to see it.

Then I was shocked!

However, not all of Marshal Chen's poems, except for the three chapters on Meiling, are so bad they make your eyes go black.

For example, "Green Pine" is simple, straightforward, easy to understand, and has a lingering charm.

Mei Mengqian glanced at him again, somewhat convinced.

After all, the poems on these poems are very memorable and unforgettable.

After the calligraphy competition semi-finals were completed, half of the evening break had already passed.

Li Yan and the other three went downstairs and walked out of the school together. Suddenly, Ye Hui said:
"Everyone has worked hard, I'll treat you all to dinner."

In her opinion, this was what the class monitor should do, since she was the one who brought several people to participate in the competition, which delayed their meals.

"No, class monitor, it's nothing serious," Mei Mengqian was about to refuse when she stopped herself.

She saw a person dressed in black hand a large bag to Ye Hui.

Ye Hui opened it, and inside was a bucket of KFC spicy chicken wings, with a Pizza Hut pizza next to it.

"Since I've already bought it, could you please carry it for me?"

So the group went back to their classroom to eat fried chicken before even leaving the school gate.

After finishing his meal, with more than ten minutes left, Li Yan got up to go outside the school to buy some drinks.

There's a milk tea shop right outside the school gate, and many students will specifically order a cup of milk tea and sit there to connect to the WiFi.

By this time, smartphones were becoming increasingly common, but the accompanying software was still being updated and iterated at a rapid pace.

QQ and Fetion hadn't yet reached the point where they were often over 10 gigabytes in size.

Data traffic is still quite expensive.

Shops off campus will install WiFi to keep customers coming back.

Many students don't go to stores that don't have internet access.

Li Yan ordered four servings of lemonade, packed them up, and slowly walked towards the school.

He didn't go back to the classroom; instead, he went to the campus broadcasting room and handed Mei Mengqian a glass of lemonade.

Then I sat down, put on a few songs, and started reading from the script.

After the broadcast, I went to Class 8 along the teaching building to bring lemonade for Xiao Qingmei.

"Wow, two glasses! Not bad."

"Two glasses? There are only one for you."

"Whose cup is this?"

"It's for the class monitor; he treated us to a nice meal."

"Why are you being treated to such a good meal?" Jiang Yingzhu asked, puzzled.

Mei Mengqian then talked about the calligraphy competition.

"Remember to see Father Li's masterpiece at the calligraphy exhibition!"

"Akaishi! Stop getting in our way!"

Li Yan noticed a teacher approaching, gave Xiao Jiang a friendly gesture, and quickly left.

Back in the classroom, he placed the lemonade on Ye Hui's desk.

Ye Hui was taken aback for a moment, then nodded. "Thank you."

Ye Daijia and Yang Xiong, who were secretly watching from the side, were completely dumbfounded.

No, you accepted it? Don't you refuse to accept anything?
But there are always exceptions.

(End of this chapter)