I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 20 The Education Bureau, open the door.

Upon hearing that Li Yan had "sold himself out," Old Li waved his hand dismissively.

"You brat, can't you speak clearly!"

Old Li walked into the living room, picked up the kettle, and gulped down several large mouthfuls of cold water before finally seeming to calm down.

He sat down on the sofa, took out his phone, and glanced at the payment information again.

It's almost like a dream. Two hundred thousand! He's worked hard for over a decade, and that's all he's saved.

Old Li turned his head, looked at the smug young man to the side, and smiled.

"Okay, you've grown up. You won't need this much to open a shop, but I'll keep this 100,000 for you. You can use it for your wedding later."

Then he added, "I won't worry about the other 100,000. You can arrange it yourself, just don't do anything illegal or disorderly, and don't spend it recklessly."

Li Yan immediately patted his chest and guaranteed it. When Ms. Fang heard about this that evening, she sighed deeply again.

She praised Li Yan a few times, and then her eyes were fixed on Old Li.

"My resignation procedures are complete. When are you planning to go to Jiangcheng?"

“Once he gets his acceptance letter, we’ll prepare for a few days as well.” Old Li thought for a moment and looked at Li Yan.

"Xiao Yan, we won't return the house. Whether you live at school or commute, even if we're not in Huangcheng, you'll still have a place to stay."

"Okay," Li Yan agreed with a smile.

In his previous life, he was like this: he went to school alone in Huangcheng and lived in a rented room, while his parents did business in Jiangcheng.

Even if he were to come back in this life, Li Yan had no intention of letting the two of them stay in Huangcheng.

Firstly, going to Jiangcheng was their own choice, and secondly, Li Yan himself did need an environment to do his own thing.

After finishing his family report, Li Yan returned to his room, took out his laptop, opened Qidian, and browsed the novel rankings.

He often looks at this list, which contains some legendary figures whose fame was already immense in their past lives.

There are also platinum books that I've never heard of or read.

It must be something unique to this world.

However, the popular styles of online novels are still quite similar.

At this time, the mainstream novels still couldn't break free from the formula of showing off and getting slapped in the face, and pretending to be weak while actually being strong.

However, readers' preference for slice-of-life stories was already beginning to emerge, so Li Yan combined the online novel trends from his previous life with the popular books on the website now.

Finally, I created a novel—"Cultivation Chat Group"

The story begins simply: the protagonist, Squirrel Hang, a student at Jiangnan University, accidentally gets invited into a chat group for cultivators.

The protagonist, who originally just wanted to quietly enjoy himself as an observer and do some good deeds, experienced something unusual after going out.

Finally, she encounters her groupmate and future heroine, Yu Rouzi, and some wonderful stories unfold, leading her to embark on the path of cultivation.
This is a slice-of-life story, so even the beginning plot took eight or nine chapters to complete.

By the time Li Yan finished coding, it was nearly midnight.

"Young is good."

After rubbing his hands, Li Yan uploaded the manuscript and went to sleep.

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In the next room, Ms. Fang turned off the TV and nudged Mr. Li next to her.

Old Li shuddered and pretended to be confused, saying:

"What are you doing? It's the middle of the night, I'm already asleep."

"My phone was still on even though I was asleep." Old Li subconsciously reached out and pressed the button on his phone, and the screen lit up.

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"Li Jianyuan, let me tell you, you better shut your big mouth. You're not allowed to tell anyone about how many scholarships our Xiaoyan received!"

"Especially your eldest brother's family!"

Upon hearing this, Old Li waved his hand, "I know, I know, go to sleep, go to sleep!"

"Don't just try to appease me. You never hold your tongue and all you do is show off!"

Old Li rolled over. "I haven't even shown off yet."

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After finishing his run, Li Yan brought Jiang Yingzhu a breakfast.

When I got home, I helped Ms. Fang tidy up her things.

These are all daily necessities that I'm going to take to Jiangcheng, as well as some things that seem useful but are actually mostly junk.

For example: various packaging boxes!

Elders always want to make the most of things, but most of them just sit there taking up space and then gathering dust.

These past few days, he's mostly been helping to clean up the trash in the house. "Alright, alright, you're all sweaty, go wash up, I'll take care of this."

Ms. Fang waved her hand at him, then suddenly reminded him, "Your phone has been ringing non-stop, I don't know who's calling."

"Oh, I'll go take a look."

When Li Yan returned to his room and picked up his phone, he found more than a dozen missed calls.

"Who is this?"

Just as he was wondering what was going on, the number starting with 131 called again.

Li Yan clicked to answer, but didn't say anything, waiting for the other person to speak.

Then he heard a curse.

"Fuck you, Li Yan, you little bastard, how dare you report me! You even let reporters interview you!! How dare you!?"

"You beast, I'm your teacher! Your teacher!!"

Li Yan paused, his expression turning cold.

"I wondered who was barking so loudly so early in the morning, it turns out to be Wang Gou."

"You beep beep beep!!"

Wang Fugui glanced at the phone that had been hung up, and his face flushed red.

He tore the newspaper in his hand to shreds, and dialed again, but only received a message that the call could not be answered.

"Old Wang, what should we do?" Zhang Xiu, his wife, asked worriedly from the side.

"This orphan bastard really thinks he can bring me down like this? Who else reads this lousy newspaper besides me!"

Wang Fugui snorted angrily, "Don't worry, I'll find some students and have them report this newspaper and this reporter. Let's teach them a lesson!"

"How dare you slander me like this?!"

After saying that, he glanced at his wife, who was trying to appear calm, picked up his lesson plan, and prepared to leave.

Just then, there were three knocks on the door.

"Who!"

"Municipal Education Bureau, is Wang Fugui home? Open the door."

The rice bowl in Zhang Xiu's hand fell to the ground with a 'clatter' and shattered into pieces!

She stared at the door, her face filled with fear.

So much so that he didn't even dare to look at Wang Fugui's face.

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"Dong Dong Dong!!"

The wall made a muffled sound, and then Jiang Yingzhu's excited voice came from the window next door.

"Li Yan! Li Yan! Look at the class group chat! Wang Fugui has been arrested!!"

"Look again, it's not like you caught it, what are you so excited about?"

Li Yan yawned, closed the author assistant backend, and opened QQ.

A series of @ tags appeared immediately.

Some students from his class also sent him private messages.

"Li Yan is a genius!"

“What Li Yan? Call him Brother Yan.”

"What song is Yan? It's called Yan Shen!"

Wang Fugui, who had been suffering in Class 3 for a long time, was finally brought down by Li Yan in an interview, which made everyone applaud.

"Don't idolize me, I'm just a legend."

Li Yan rarely popped up in the group chat, otherwise he really didn't know how long these people would keep tagging him.

Especially a few people who are obsessed.

Ignoring the long string of exclamations below, Li Yan scrolled up the message and saw the video of Wang Fugui being taken away.

Although he had a premonition after receiving the call in the morning, he felt more at ease after seeing the video.

We've done a good deed and accumulated some merit.

Li Yan watched the video once and was about to log out of QQ when he suddenly received a background notification.

It was a contract signing reminder; he added the editor on QQ.

(End of this chapter)