I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 2 The Immortal Ascension System
Seeing his expression, Li Yan shook his head and sighed.

"Yu Zi, you're still so reserved! Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"That's because Sister Zhu hasn't gone far yet."

Li Yan glanced at him and smiled irritably.

Compared to my previous life, when I entered society early, got married and had children early, and turned myself into a dark-skinned and overweight guy, my best friend...

The guy in front of me, who looks fair and clean-cut and gives the initial impression of a sunny and cheerful young man, is much more pleasing to the eye.

However, people are easily misled by the superficial appearance of things.

Wang Zhenyu is serious in front of strangers, but secretly flirtatious in front of acquaintances.

Reaching the third floor and arriving at the classroom door marked "Class 3, Grade 9," Li Yan subconsciously slowed his pace.

It's not that I'm afraid to return home.

But
Where was his seat again?!
In my memory, he and Jiang Yingzhu sat at adjacent desks in the third year of junior high school. His deskmate was a boy, but I don't remember much about him.

"Yanzi, come on, what are you standing there for?"

"Aren't I walking?"

Li Yan didn't move, but gave him a look, signaling him to lead the way.

Seeing this, Wang Zhenyu assumed that his foot had started hurting again after going upstairs, so he didn't find it strange.

Helping Li Yan into the classroom, they walked along the first aisle and stopped at the second row.

The third class is divided into four groups, with ten people in each group. The first group near the door has two seats in each row.

There were already quite a few people seated inside, and a few were playing wildly in the open area at the back.

There are always books on the desks. Since it was just after PE class, in addition to books, almost everyone also has a drink in their hand.

Li Yan's gaze swept across the entire room. The feeling of youth was like the midday sun pouring down on him—both intimate and unfamiliar, passionate and serene.

It's like having traveled through a beautiful journey, only to regret not appreciating it properly before, and then suddenly encountering another beauty just as stunning.

This indescribable emotion reminded him like a sharp needle piercing his bone marrow.

You're back!

"Yanzi! What are you doing? What are you looking at?"

Wang Zhenyu's shout brought Li Yan back to his senses. He then realized that the two of them were standing still and had not moved forward.

Li Yan subconsciously wanted to ask why they had stopped moving, but his gaze swept over the first two rows.

The rows of seats by the window were occupied, while the seats outside were empty.

In the second row, on the inside, a chubby little boy with a round face was lying on the table, scribbling with a pencil.

His eyes, which were not yet nearsighted, clearly captured the contents of the paper—

A tank with an industrial punk aesthetic.

The boy's name is Luo Sheng, and he's a hardcore homebody.

Other people stay home and are into anime and manga, but he's different; he only likes tanks.

So, he drew tanks for three years during junior high school.

He draws during class and he draws after class.

Therefore, Luo Sheng was not active in class.

Even though the two had sat at the same table, Li Yan didn't have a deep impression of it.

However, upon seeing his words, Li Yan immediately remembered.

Familiar seating arrangement, familiar people, familiar paintings.

Like a popcorn shooting through the darkness, piercing through the fog of memory, it forcefully shattered the buried images of youthful days into Li Yan's mind.

Oh, this is my spot!

I've arrived, I don't need to go any further.

"I didn't see anything, Xiaoyu, you may leave now."

Li Yan sat down on the outer side of the second row and casually picked up the Chinese textbook that was on the corner of the table.

Flipping to the cover, two large characters occupy the blank space on the title page—Li Yan.

"Hey, give me a break. Let me copy your physics homework. It's due next class."

Li Yan blinked in confusion, but didn't move.

"What are you doing? You won't even let me copy your homework? Are you even my brother? I just helped you out, what's wrong with letting me copy your homework?"

Wang Zhenyu was somewhat dissatisfied and reached for Li Yan's desk drawer.

Upon seeing this, Li Yan's eyes twitched. "Ahem, old teacher."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhenyu froze and turned to look.

The physics teacher, who was also his homeroom teacher, stood behind him, his deep eyes fixed on him through his simple black-rimmed glasses.

"I'm wiping the table, teacher. I was wiping the table for Li Yan, but I accidentally got it dirty for him."

As Wang Zhenyu spoke, his hand trembled slightly as he reached out and rummaged through Li Yan's desk.

You think I didn't hear you!?

Wang Fugui's loud shout instantly silenced the classroom!
Several students who had been chatting and laughing in the corridor, like startled birds, quietly slipped through the back door and returned to their seats.

"Some people! They don't study properly, all they do is copy homework!"

Are you trying to fool me? You're fooling yourself!

Wang Fugui's gaze swept over the whole class, looked at Wang Zhenyu, and walked up to the podium.

"You have only one month left until your high school entrance exam! If you work hard now, you still have a chance. Otherwise, you won't even be able to copy homework properly!"

If you can't even tell the difference between good and bad, you might as well just write something random!

"Everyone back to your seats! Class representative, collect yesterday's homework. Those who haven't finished it will have to stand and do it during class!"

After he finished speaking seriously, the classroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The class representative started collecting homework, and Li Yan searched for a long time but had no idea which book was the physics homework.

I might as well give up looking.

It's nothing serious anyway.

In his memory, the homeroom teacher was not a good person. He would collect physics homework, but it was usually handed back the next day during physics class. He told the students to correct it themselves.

As for letting Director Fugui do it himself, that's impossible.

This approach is neither good nor bad, but Li Yan learned by chance that it was simply because he didn't want to waste time grading exam papers!

Instead of doing that, it's better to use the time to plan tutoring classes.

On the podium, Wang Fugui's voice softened.

"I have a high school entrance exam cram school. If you're interested, come find me after class. Now everyone go back to your seats. Class is about to start, don't run around!"

In the second row, Li Yan and Wang Zhenyu exchanged a glance, their eyes revealing what they had expected.

"That bastard is here again. I'm going back."

Li Yan nodded and glanced at the short, stocky middle-aged man on the podium.

I have a pretty deep impression of him.

It has nothing to do with her being his junior high school homeroom teacher.

It's probably because of his bad behavior.

Wang Fuyu has excellent teaching results; he not only teaches physics to his own class but also math to the advanced classes. However, regardless of the class, in school classes, he usually explains 70% and leaves 30% untaught.

After that, most students naturally couldn't keep up.

Therefore, he insisted on running his own tutoring center.

In cram schools, everything is worth ten points!

Students who don't attend tutoring classes will be targeted by him, whether openly or secretly!

Therefore, most of the students in both classes were members of his tutoring program.

Li Yan is not, and neither is Wang Zhenyu.

Therefore, he has been targeted quite a bit, and Wang Fugui's words just now were more or less aimed at him.

Li Yan remembered that he wasn't very good at physics in junior high school, barely passing.

Because he is bad at math, he gets completely lost whenever it involves calculations that are even slightly difficult.

However, he has a good memory and can get high scores on any comprehension or memory-based questions, regardless of whether they are in the humanities or sciences.

But English is an exception!
Perhaps the boy was resistant, or perhaps the method was wrong.

I just can't remember those scribbles.

"Hey--"

Li Yan sighed as he recalled his past achievements.

He was originally capable of getting into a regular high school in Huangcheng, but now he's been forced to go straight to a vocational school.

If it were another reborn person, perhaps they could rely on their foresight to directly develop the internet industry or something similar.

The problem is, Li Yan was completely unaware of these things.

Moreover, it's 16 now, and we have almost everything we need.

He's still a minor, so he's really useless at everything.

"Vocational school is fine, I can always go back to my old job."

With that in mind, Li Yan prepared to return to his old profession as an online author from his previous life.

Now seems like the perfect time to enter!
Who knows, he might just become a god in one step.

"Li Yan, it's time to hand in your homework."

The physics teacher's gadget issued a prompt, directly interrupting his reverie.

Li Yan glanced at the item in his hand, found the same one, and handed it over.

The class representative flipped through the document, put it away, and then pointed to the desk in front of him.

"Jiang Yingzhu hasn't replied. Could you get it for her?"

"No need, she's back."

Li Yan glanced outside and saw Qingmei skipping and hopping towards the classroom door.

"Hmph hmph hmph~~~~"

Jiang Yingzhu hummed incoherently, her high ponytail swaying behind her, seemingly oblivious to the eerie atmosphere in the classroom.

They completely disregarded their homeroom teacher!

"Homework is ready!"

Jiang Yingzhu glanced at the physics class representative and immediately pulled out her workbook from her pile of books.

"Omitted, take it."

After she finished speaking, she sat down and was about to talk to Li Yan when the preparatory bell rang.

"Ahem! Class is about to start. Take out your test papers from the last quiz and get them ready. We'll be going over the test papers this lesson."

In an instant, the classroom was filled with the rustling sound of pages turning.

Li Yan was in a daze, no, he was thinking.

He had no idea where he had put the exam paper.

Thinking back on his past habits, he figured he probably kept it tucked inside his textbook.

So he took out his physics book.

Just as Li Yan had the physics book fully in his hands, his body suddenly stiffened.

A cold, mechanical voice appeared in my mind.

"Ding!"

"Detected 'Basic Introduction to the Observation of Dao Principles' (General Version), a Yellow-level low-grade skill. Do you wish to cultivate it?"

Li Yan's pupils contracted sharply as he asked himself a question.

"Are you the system?"

"That's right!"

Why didn't you come out just now?

"The host did not invoke this system."

Li Yan's lips twitched.

"What system are you?"

"The Managed Ascension System is at your service. One-click management, intelligent ascension. Do you wish to use our managed system?"

"Becoming an immortal? There are immortals in this world?"

Li Yan was shocked. Could it be that he had been reborn?
"The host is currently in the Central Continent of Tianxuan Continent, where the immortal path is flourishing. Diligent cultivation will lead to the attainment of immortality."

Upon hearing this, Li Yan looked around but couldn't discern a single character for "immortal".

"Look carefully, where is this place?"

"This is the Immortal Sect's introductory academy, where the elders are currently giving lessons. The host should study diligently and practice earnestly. Would you consider entrusting me with the cultivation of 'Introduction to the Basics of Dao Principle Observation II' (General Version)? It would allow you to achieve twice the results with half the effort."

"Outrageous! This system is here to kill us!"

Li Yan shook the physics book in his hand, picked up the fallen test paper, and placed it on the desk.

At that moment, the two numbers highlighted in red seemed exceptionally glaring—41.
Li Yan remembers that the perfect score for physics in junior high school was seventy.

This score is so bad it makes me want to die.

We have the system, but it doesn't seem to be very useful.

Can physics be cultivated?

What kind of introductory general version of the principles of observation?!

I can’t tell the difference, I really can’t tell the difference!
How can this be?

Unless he's crazy.

Can you please change the academic genius system? Or even something funny would be great!

Li Yan, who had been struggling to hold out for five minutes in class, finally gave in, feeling dizzy from the overwhelming wave of knowledge.

"Forget it, let's try anything, it won't kill us."

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(End of this chapter)