I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 109 Tell me in detail

The atmosphere inside the classroom was somewhat restless.

After this class, the next class will be doing a big cleaning.

After the big cleaning, there is a class meeting, but it is usually similar to free time. The teacher will say a few words at the end, and then school is over.

It's equivalent to having only one class in the entire afternoon.

Moreover, there is no evening self-study on Fridays, even for senior high school students.

Therefore, no one could concentrate on Li Ping's explanation of the text; even the literature-loving girl next to Li Yan was daydreaming.
Li Yan wasn't distracted, because he wasn't listening at all.

Sitting in the middle of the classroom, he held a small file in his hand and was carving a wooden plaque.

Right under Li Ping's nose.

Li Ping didn't say anything about this behavior. He thought, "Carving is good; it cultivates hands-on skills."

Just be careful not to hurt your hand when you write.

As Li Ping thought this, his gaze unconsciously swept over the group in the middle, and then he almost got so angry that his nose twisted out of shape!
I wasn't paying attention for half a class, and here they were all doing!

Mei Mengqian is reading an extracurricular book!
What kind of garbage article is more worth reading than "The Bonded Laborer" in the textbook?

Li Ping glanced at it and saw the title "A Walk." Just from the first sentence, he knew it was Chekhov's work.

Okay, for the sake of her grades, Li Ping shut up.

But what is this Ye Daijia? A humanoid creature with less than 500 points, how dare she be distracted in his Chinese class?
"Ye Daijia, stand up!"

Li Ping shouted in a deep voice, instantly silencing the entire classroom.

In the back row, Xiao Shuai and Yu Bin, who were playing Gomoku on a draft, immediately put their notebooks away.

Zhang Wei silently put away the comic book under his textbook, and Ma Liang also looked away and sat up straight.

Ye Daijia stood up, and then Li Ping questioned her:

"What are you doing?"

"I didn't do anything."

"He didn't do anything!" Li Ping chuckled. "Class monitor, pull the book out from under his textbook!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Hui tilted her head slightly, shifting her gaze away from the wooden plaque carved by Li Yan.

With a tug, the book under Ye Daijia's Chinese textbook was pulled out.

It looked like a novel, but Li Ping knew at a glance it was just a light read. He immediately said:

"You spend class time reading trashy books. Are you just fooling me? You're fooling yourself!"

He paused, then said, "Come on, who wants to read this aloud and see how rubbish this book is!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei immediately raised his hand.

"Okay, Zhang Wei, you read it! If you can't read it well, you can forget about your comic book!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei immediately became extremely alert.

So he got up, took the book Ye Hui handed him, and read it aloud with great expression and emotion:

Beside the Yin-Yang Well of Sunset Forest, Tang San stripped away his own spirit rings, enduring excruciating pain as if his soul were being torn apart, and infused his spirit power and life force into Xiao Wu's body. His hair was white, and his body was entwined by Blue Silver Emperor vines, yet he still trembled as he raised his hands, shouting hoarsely:

"Rise, my love!!"

Zhang Wei's voice was very exaggerated, and he even stretched out Er Kang's hand.

The last sentence was almost a roar, and the class next door, which was having an English class, fell silent because of it.

Li Ping's lips twitched, and his gaze toward the book became even more disgusted.

The classroom erupted in laughter; everyone burst out laughing.

Ye Daijia lowered his head deeply, wishing a crack would appear beneath his feet so he could disappear into it.

"Listen to this! What kind of good book is this? You still have any shame?!"

Li Ping glanced at Ye Daijia, then said to Zhang Wei:
"Give the book back to him. Ye Daijia, you demonstrate what you just read."

Ye Daijia lowered her head, picked up the book, and stood there motionless with her burly figure.

"You're actually shy? Weren't you all smiles just now?!"

Li Ping, having gained power, refused to let up and continued to criticize and struggle against Li Ping.

"Resurrect my love, but where is your love?"

Laughter erupted all around again. Li Ping had already walked up to Ye Daijia and snatched the book from him.

He then slowly walked up to the podium, faced the whole class, and when he saw that some students were still laughing, he immediately put on a stern face.

"Some classmates, stop laughing there, you're not much better yourself!"

The classroom fell silent once again.

Li Ping's expression was serious, and he spoke earnestly:

"You can read extracurricular books, or you can read them in my class."

"But before you start reading, take a look at your grades. Do you even deserve to attend class and read this useless stuff?"

As he spoke, he shook the "continent" in his hand, and then emphasized:
"Reading is a good thing. For those of you who read, I hope you will read some classics. For those of you who don't read, I encourage you to read, even if it's just for a minute every day!"

"Read more books and cultivate an interest for yourself. I dare say that many of you will never have the chance to read again after you leave school!"

Upon hearing this, the classroom fell even more silent. Some people seemed thoughtful, while others simply didn't care.

Ye Daijia sat down, and Mei Mengqian looked up at Li Ping but didn't react.

I was neither proud of what I read as leisure reading nor arrogant about having a reading habit.

At this moment, a piece of wood was handed over from the side. It was carved with plum blossoms on a high mountain and auspicious cloud patterns, giving it a unique ancient charm.

"What is this?" Mei Mengqian was taken aback.

"Bookmarks, can't you tell?"

"Oh, it looks good."

To Li Yan's left, a strange look appeared on Ye Hui's calm face as she glanced at the bookmark with a hint of envy.

After all, what girl doesn't like small and beautiful things?

After class, a few boys in the back row were chatting about online novels. Yu Qingya, who was in the front row, turned around and asked:

"Mengmeng, do you think reading leisure books is really bad?"

As the class representative for Chinese, Yu Qingya was not picky about food or literature; she had read romance novels, online literature, and classic works.

However, she had to admit that reading those leisure books was still more comfortable.

But now, the things that make her feel comfortable are rendered worthless by her homeroom teacher's criticism, so she always wants to vent to her girlfriends and gain a sense of validation.
Because she knew that Mei Mengqian also read books for leisure.

Yu Qingya's topic quickly attracted the attention of her classmates, after all, they were of similar age.

Who hasn't read a few comics, novels, or magazines—the kind of leisure reading they enjoy?

Chen Xiyuan replied from the other side:

"It's definitely not good. Reading classics can cultivate writing skills, while reading leisure books can only kill time. Otherwise, why would they be called leisure books?"

"Hehe, as if you read a lot and have excellent writing skills."

Ye Daijia mocked, "He doesn't dare to confront the homeroom teacher, but he doesn't dare to confront Chen Xiyuan either?"

"My Chinese score is higher than yours, but my writing style isn't better!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Daijia fell silent. Li Yan looked at Mei Mengqian with great interest and asked:

"What do you think?"

He rarely saw Mei Mengqian express her opinions, especially on this kind of topic.

Upon hearing this, Mei Mengqian stopped playing with the bookmark, thought for a moment, and said:

"I don't think there's any need to argue about this; reading has more than one purpose."

"There's no need to rank leisure reading and serious reading; in the end, they all lead to the same goal, just as Professor Li Ping said. It can help us cultivate our reading habits."

Yu Qingya blinked, not quite understanding her logic.

"What are you talking about, Mengmeng? If Li Ping is threatening you, just blink and let Li Yan get revenge for you!"

Mei Mengqian rolled her eyes at her, then explained:
"What I mean is, no matter what books you start with, you'll end up reading a wider range of things."

Mei Mengqian seemed worried that she hadn't explained things clearly enough, so she gave an example:
"When I was a child, I first enjoyed reading love stories about princes and princesses. Later, when I got tired of those stories, I started reading other kinds."

Upon hearing this, Ye Daijia nodded repeatedly, as if she had found a kindred spirit.

"Yes, yes!"

Mei Mengqian ignored him and instead gave Yu Qingya a look.

Yu Qingya fell into deep thought, and then suddenly realized.

"I understand, Li Ping is using PUA!"

“No, this is a karaoke bar,” Zhang Wei interjected from behind.

The discussion about reading quickly came to an end, and Yu Qingya borrowed the book she had just been reading from Mei Mengqian to read.

The third group of students was in charge of the general cleaning, while the rest of the students were free to do whatever they wanted.

Li Yan went to the corridor to look at the scenery, and then saw something set up in the small square.

"You can go and see the calligraphy exhibition."

Just then, Ye Hui passed by with a rag and said to him.

Upon hearing this, Li Yan nodded. He had seen that the exhibition would last for a week.

He glanced at the classroom and saw Mei Mengqian doing her homework, so he didn't disturb her.

As I walked towards Class 8, I saw Jiang Yingzhu wiping the windows.

"Oh my, Young Master Jiang is cleaning up himself."

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yingzhu stood on the stool, looking down at the viewer.

"Let's go for a look around, Dad's calligraphy exhibition has started."

"Screw you, I'm the mud daddy!"

Jiang Yingzhu pretended to squat down to wipe the windowsill, then suddenly reached out with her other hand, which was wet.

"The goddess scattered the flowers!"

"Naive." Li Yan was already on guard, so he took a step to the side and hid behind the window glass.

"I call this brilliant strategy."

Jiang Yingzhu pouted, finished wiping the window, and followed him down the stairs of the administration building.

Where is Mengmeng?

"Doing homework."

"Ugh, that jerk, he secretly cheated me out of my money!" Jiang Yingzhu exclaimed.

"Don't worry, you'll have to do that later too; it's my homework."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yingzhu remained silent, then said in a condescending tone:

"Li Yan, you've changed!"

Upon hearing this, Li Yan did not react. Several passing students and teachers glanced over and paused briefly.

"What have I become?"

"You've stopped loving your studies. Ever since you got first place in the grade, you haven't done your homework. That's not good!"

Li Yan nodded in agreement, then suddenly asked:

"If you were me, what would you do?"

"Then why should I do my homework? I'm not handing it in at all!" Jiang Yingzhu said subconsciously.

After she finished speaking, she met Li Yan's gaze, which held a half-smile.

After finishing our conversation, we went downstairs and immediately saw rows of calligraphy works on display.

The school even thoughtfully sealed them with glass.

Li Yan's calligraphy was placed in the very center. As soon as I approached it, I heard people talking about it.

"It's so pretty."

"That's right, I wish I could write calligraphy too."

"It's better not to learn it; you'll only feel worse off than others after you do."

Upon hearing this, Li Yan frowned and said, "Classmate, you're too insecure. What's so good about your handwriting? I can't see it. Can you explain it in detail?"

Upon hearing this, the man turned around and glanced at him. Seeing that there was a pretty girl beside him, he immediately became very interested and began to explain in detail.

"First comes the spirit and rhythm, you see... then the brushwork... and then..."

The high school sophomore analyzed the calligraphy piece thoroughly, from top to bottom and inside to outside.

Even the Chinese language teacher couldn't speak as well as him.

He thought he had really shown off, and now the female students must think he is very knowledgeable and want to add him on QQ, right?
After the high school boy finished speaking, he looked at Li Yan, but actually at Jiang Yingzhu.

"So, did I explain it clearly?"

"I see. But could you elaborate a bit more, like the specific brushstrokes, the structure, and who wrote it?"

Seeing that a large crowd had gathered around, Li Yan continued to ask.

Beside her, Jiang Yingzhu rolled her eyes; she couldn't bear to look.

"Of course, the student who wrote this is Li Yan, a first-year high school student. As for his handwriting..."

Fang Ming explained it in even more detail, believing himself to be even more perfect, and everyone around him looked at him in amazement.

Even the head of the teaching department, standing to the side, nodded repeatedly.

After saying that, he asked, "Well, now you know how amazing this calligraphy is, right?"

"I understand, senior is also very impressive."

"Haha, you flatter me. What's your name, junior? Let's be friends."

"Li Yan".

"Hahaha, Li Yan, that sounds familiar, right!" Fang Ming suddenly stopped and looked at Li Yan in astonishment.

Li Yan had already pulled Jiang Yingzhu away.

Fang Ming was left standing there awkwardly, along with a group of onlookers with strange expressions.

(End of this chapter)