I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 479 I am completely innocent (2 chapters combined, 6k words)

Does she expect me to listen to her tomorrow?
Looking at the text message, Li Yan was a little curious about what his senior wanted to do tomorrow.

Hua Junshu has always been straightforward, and he shouldn't do things as suddenly as Mengmeng.

However, there was no warning at all.

Li Yan replied with an "okay".

Then he received a text message.

[Check QQ]

Li Yan opened QQ and saw a screenshot of a text message, which was scheduled to be sent.

The time is early tomorrow morning.

He clicked on it and glanced at the contents.

You made me noodles for breakfast this morning.

Yan: Senior, it's not tomorrow yet.

Tree: So this is a reservation order.

Yan: thumb

Li Yan said yes, and then began to subtly inquire about what she planned to do the next day.

Yan: Senior, you have class tomorrow, what do you want me to do?
Tree: Secret
Tree: Class is in session, don't play on your phone.
Li Yan looked up and met Li Ping's passionate recitation of "A Farewell to Tianmu Mountain in a Dream" on the podium.

Li Ping casually looked away and continued reciting.

"The immortals are lined up like hemp."

Li Yan's lips twitched; those words didn't sound quite right now.

He shook his head, put his phone away, and listened to Li Ping's rambling without disturbing his deskmate and childhood sweetheart during the lesson.

However, when Li Yan scanned the entire class with his divine sense, he found that not many people were actually listening to the lesson.

Hu Weiwen took the lead, and a large group of people in the back row were drowsy. Ye Daijia, as always, performed the sunflower-style sleeping method and was slapped by Li Ping.

Li Yan noticed that his deskmate wasn't paying attention in class.

She rested her head on one arm, her eyes open, looking at a book below her Chinese textbook.

He focused his consciousness and glanced at the titles of the books.

"Fine, you don't listen in class, what are you doing reading writing theory?"

Li Yan reached out and pinched his deskmate's leg.

"You're slacking off in front of me, the class monitor, so I'm punishing you by making you buy me milk tea after class."

When Mei Mengqian was caught red-handed, her face flushed, and she instinctively used her Chinese textbook to cover the book on writing theory underneath.

"Why are you blocking me? I saw everything. Confiscated!" Li Yan pinched her leg again.

Mei Mengqian pouted, pushed his hand away, gave a soft snort, and then took out the book to read it openly.

"You're the one who led the way in not studying. What kind of class monitor are you? It's all your fault."

Li Yan thought about it and couldn't really refute her for a moment.

"Reading the first half of this book is enough; the rest is just repeating what was said earlier."

Li Yan pointed to the copy of "Wang Zengqi's Writing Class" in her hand.

"you saw it?"

"more or less."

The two naturally began discussing the contents of the book, and Mei Mengqian flipped through the back pages based on his description.

It turns out that this is indeed true; some theories are discussed in one chapter, and then reappear in the next.

From her perspective as an online novelist, it seems highly likely to be a low-quality, filler article.

However, Mei Mengqian did not think it was unacceptable.

It's not that she has any special feelings for a famous writer like Wang Zengqi.

Having learned about some writers from the Republican era, she had long since lost her bias.

Moreover, her father is a literary creator, and her mother is a teacher.

She had no bias towards these kinds of things and was also very clear about the origins of this book.

It should be a collection of theoretical publications on literary creation that Wang Zengqi published intermittently in his early years, which were then compiled and edited into a book.

If these contents are not put together, each one can be described as valuable information and a guiding principle.

But when put together, it looks a bit watery.

"Then I'll change to another book in a few days," Mei Mengqian said, not in a hurry to pass on the book in her hand.

Li Yan didn't try to persuade him, and the topic was shifted very naturally.

He has achieved his goal, and there is something to be happy about.

However, Li Ping was not very happy.

Most of the class was daydreaming; they really don't take their Chinese teacher seriously.

Li Ping's gaze was fixed on Ye Daijia, who was sleeping with her eyes closed in the back row.

He was the tallest, and when Li Ping walked towards him, his head turned to follow.

His attitude was extremely arrogant.

Li Ping frowned and shouted sternly.

"Ye Daijia, you tell me, what's the answer to the question I just mentioned?!"

This roar immediately woke up a group of people who were dozing off.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they realized that Li Ping hadn't called on them, and they all started looking for Li Ping's questions.

However, a sober classmate informed him.

A group of people immediately cursed Li Ping under their breath, calling him a "real silver coin."

Then, everyone looked at Ye Daijia.

Ye Daijia stood up and subconsciously looked at her deskmate.

Cheng Yuan gently shook his head at him, indicating that it was not a multiple-choice question.

Ye Daijia saw him shake his head twice, and the shrewd man immediately became confident and smiled.

"Choose B!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of soft laughter erupted around him.

Ye Daijia is so clever; she immediately realized she was wrong.

"Choose A!"

This made the laughter even louder.

"I would also choose C. Even if you were given 26 letters to choose from, you still wouldn't get it right."

Li Ping's face darkened. "Stand at the back!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and Ye Daijia stood at the back.

Li Ping scanned the crowd with a flat face.

"What are you laughing at? You guys are laughing too, coming to school to sleep so early in the morning!"

"It's such a waste for the school to provide you with Qingling Incense!"

"If I had your qualifications back then, I would be a university professor."

Li Ping continued his lecture, but with the help of the Qingling Incense, these students weren't actually sleepy at all; they just didn't want to listen to the lecture and wanted to sleep.

The fragrance of purifying incense does not interfere with sleep, which Li Ping felt was something Qiqi Company was not doing well enough.

He couldn't help but criticize, "Why sleep so much before you die? You'll sleep forever after you die. If you can't learn, then learn to the point of death!"

"If you ask me, Qiqi Company should prepare a special incense for you so you don't have to sleep!"

Li Yan's lips twitched. What kind of capitalist talk is this?

If he actually manages to make it, the rabbit factories will be scrambling to get their hands on it.

In the future, the average income will exceed 10,000!

As for how we spent our time?

can not say.

"I'm speechless. Who invented Monday?"

Xiao Shuai sat in his seat and picked at his ear, speechless.

This show airs every Monday, I'm so tired of it.

Li Ping's nonsense couldn't sway him in the slightest.

"Exactly, but luckily the person who invented Monday didn't expect that someone would later invent long breaks between classes and speeches by leaders."

Ma Liang pointed to the time with a smile. In ten minutes, get out of class would be over, which would be the time for the flag-raising ceremony during the long break.

Organizing the team took ten minutes, raising the flag took ten minutes, and the speech lasted more than twenty minutes.

What? The long break between classes is only twenty minutes?

I do not know.

"Brother Xiao, after the long break, it's time for English class. We've come here for half a day, and it will be over by Monday."

"Makes sense."

So at noon.

After the meal, Li Yan leaned back in the recliner in front of the door and picked his teeth with a toothpick.

His gaze swept over a machine at the intersection.

The three-wheeled vehicle was piled high with oil crops, including peanuts, rapeseed, and sesame seeds.

There is also a screw oil press on the other side of the vehicle.

Grandpa Qin happily drove his tricycle to the side of the road and greeted Li Yan.

"Hey Li, check out my new job! What do you think? I guarantee the city management officers won't be able to catch me!"

His breakfast stall was shut down as soon as the city's sanitation campaign began.

There's nothing we can do about it; after all, the country needs to develop, and he'll definitely cooperate.

He then switched to growing vegetables, and he could often hear his neighbors praising him.

Old Tian from next door and the farmhouse across the street even asked him for vegetables.

Unfortunately, this young Li later also started growing vegetables.

Unfortunately, despite my advanced age, my crops don't taste as good as those grown by a young person.

Grandpa Qin couldn't stand it anymore, so he's been thinking of a new job these past few days.

Li Yan gave a thumbs up, walked over and took a look.

The machines are brand new, and even the oilseed crops are new.

"Grandpa, give me ten catties of sesame oil."

"okay!"

Grandpa Qin's eyes lit up; he thought this young Li knew how to handle things.

I haven't even opened for business yet, so this is a good opportunity to test the machine.

He started operating the oil press; it was basically automated, and all he had to do was add sesame seeds.

“Empty empty!!!”

The oil press started up, and Grandpa Qin added about the right amount of sesame seeds. He then pulled Li Yan to the other side and pointed to a transparent glass window through which one could see inside the oil press.

"Little Li, you see, I'm not lying."

"It's okay, I believe you."

Grandpa Qin was happy this time, and the oil press continued to run, producing oil.

The loud sound, combined with the fragrant aroma, quickly evaporated and spread, directly waking up people from nearby homes.

Most of the elderly people living here, although they live in the city, originally came from villages and towns.

Someone saw Grandpa Qin and greeted him.

"Hey, Lao Qin, you've changed careers!"

"Just playing around!"

"Oil pressing, bring some to my house."

"You have to take the picture after Xiao Li."

Jiang Yingzhu and Mei Mengqian also came out of their homes and joined in.

Hearing what Grandpa Qin said, he looked at Li Yan.

"You're pressing oil? What kind of oil?"

"sesame oil."

"That's good, but I've heard that food made with a stone mill in the countryside smells better. Will this be any good?"

Grandpa Qin laughed from the side.

"Xiao Jiang, your grandpa doesn't have the strength to grind the millstone for you. With this, there's no need to poke it. They're all about the same."

"It's impressive that you, a young man, know this."

“That’s right.” Jiang Yingzhu smiled smugly and watched from the side.

Beside her, Mei Mengqian didn't say anything, but she watched with even more fascination.

It was a very ordinary oil pressing process, but the two of them didn't find it boring at all.

Li Yan didn't see Hua Junshu, so he asked.

"Where's senior sister?"

"My senior is editing videos in her room."

Li Yan nodded. The computer room was soundproof, and Hua Junshu was most likely wearing headphones, so it was normal that he didn't hear it.

Ten pounds of sesame oil used more than twenty pounds of sesame seeds.

The ratio was roughly two to one, which Li Yan thought was quite good.

When Grandpa Qin saw his first customer, he even gave him a large enamel peony bowl specially made for holding oil, complete with a lid.

Mei Mengqian felt that the bowl was completely out of place with the style of their kitchen.

But I'm too embarrassed to say it.

Li Yan and Jiang Yingzhu, however, didn't seem to think anything of it.

They also thought it was old-fashioned, but they could accept it.

On the way back, Li Yan told his senior about the things she had arranged for him to do the next day.

"Oh." Jiang Yingzhu nodded, her reaction indifferent.
Mei Mengqian then offered an explanation.

"My senior told us about it last night."

"Hmm?" Li Yan glanced at them. "How come I didn't know?"

"How did you know?" Jiang Yingzhu looked at him strangely, her eyes filled with suspicion. "Did you secretly install a surveillance camera? You wouldn't be spying on us while we shower, would you? You pervert!"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't make baseless accusations! Who installed surveillance cameras?" Li Yan retorted. What kind of thing is surveillance for cultivators?

"I am innocent, don't slander me."

Jiang Yingzhu and Mei Mengqian temporarily believed Li Yan's words.

Classes are held as normal in the afternoon.

He Shen continued to disguise himself as a gray-market intelligence dealer, selling information about Jiang Xinyue.

However, instead of approaching Zhang Wei and Ma Liang, who had already taken the bait, he went a step further and hooked up with Xiao Shuai.

Li Yan found it interesting, but Jiang Xinyue's information clearly did not arouse Xiao Shuai's interest.

On the contrary, He Shen's disguised identity as an information broker was more interesting to him.

Zhu Gelin continued his pursuit of Wu Yue from Class 3, chatting about all sorts of random things.

Hu Weiwen continued sleeping, and Tuesday arrived in the blink of an eye.

In the morning, Li Yan got up a little earlier and started making noodles.

The first step is to knead and let the dough rest, which takes time.

However, with the help of his spiritual power, all of this can be accelerated.

Half an hour is enough.

Li Yan prepared to make a bowl of noodles.

This wasn't a problem for him.

In his previous life, he himself quite liked eating noodles, steamed buns, and other wheat-based foods.

So I also learned to make it at home.

Now, starting over, with the aid of spiritual energy, it's a breeze.

As time passed, the noodles appeared on the cutting board like countless strands of cotton thread.

Hua Junshu had already come downstairs and was quietly watching from the kitchen doorway.

Li Yan turned around, his gaze meeting hers in mid-air.

"What are you looking at me doing?"

"morning."

"Good morning, you haven't said anything yet, why are you looking at me?"

Hua Junshu shook his head. "It's nothing, you're beautiful."

Li Yan clicked his tongue and said, "You look good too," before starting to boil water and cook noodles.

Hua Junshu felt that Li Yan looked quite handsome just now. His back was upright, like a majestic mountain, and his movements were fluid, like light floating clouds.

Although her face is not visible because her back is turned, this only makes her stand out even more.

Thinking this, Hua Junshu looked Li Yan up and down, his gaze shifting slightly.

Li Yan didn't pay much attention to his senior's actions. While waiting for the water in the pot to boil, he fried four eggs and then added some shredded meat.

The soup made from fried eggs is not only delicious and fragrant, but also has a milky white color.

By this time, the water was almost boiling, so we put the noodles in.

Fresh noodles have a high water content and require a longer cooking time.

Li Yan then turned the heat down to medium-low and took his senior to the main room to get the scarf and gloves he had prepared.

The scarves and gloves are all knitted from wool, and they look very different from those sold outside.

The scarf is dark red overall, with blue cotton thread weaving patterns on it.

The gloves were navy blue, which suited Hua Junshu's aesthetic.

Upon seeing these, Hua Junshu's eyes lit up slightly.

"Gift?"

"Mm." Li Yan nodded, reached out and took one of her hands, putting gloves on it.

Upon hearing the affirmative reply, she did not feel that the gift was cheap or dissatisfied.

While letting Li Yan do as he pleased, a sweet smile appeared on her face, and she became even more curious about the origin of the scarf and gloves.
Did you knit this yourself? Can you teach me?

Li Yan paused in putting gloves on her, then picked up her other hand and began to put them on.

"No, because this is a gift from my mom to you."

"Oh." Hua Junshu's eyes flickered, and he nodded. "Then thank you, Auntie."

Li Yan smiled but didn't say anything. Instead, he picked up a scarf and wrapped it around her neck.

The girl stepped forward, making his movements easier; her face was now only an arm's length away from Li Yan's.

Li Yan could already smell the fragrance emanating from her breath.

"You don't need to get so close."

"I've already leaned on him," Hua Junshu said calmly, his feet not moving, his head tilted back, his eyes fixed on him.

Li Yan also looked down at his senior.

The dark red scarf had a warm feel to it, and even the usually aloof Hua Junshu's cheeks were flushed with a faint blush.

Her originally cold demeanor softened considerably, leaving only a faint chill.

This didn't detract from her appeal; instead, it added a touch of approachability that made her even more unique. That feeling of being both distant and close only made her more irresistible.

Her natural beauty, which was previously overshadowed by her charisma, has now come to the fore.

It felt like seeing flowers bloom after the clouds had parted.

"Does it look good?"

Hua Junshu noticed that he was staring at her and couldn't help but ask.

"She looks great. Now even more people at school will like her."

Upon hearing this, Hua Junshu didn't react; he just stared at him.

Are you one of these people?

"I'm from the same school! Who wouldn't like such a beautiful senior?!"

Hua Junshu smiled contentedly, like sunlight breaking through the cold clouds outside.

She hadn't worn brightly colored clothes and accessories in a long time.

Li Yan's eyes lingered for a moment.

A red scarf paired with a black cotton-padded jacket—a winter-limited edition of pure white beauty—is sure to leave an unforgettable impression on countless students.

"The noodles should be ready."

He took a step back and went back to the kitchen.

Once the noodles are cooked, take them out of the water, and they're done.

I filled a soup bowl for my senior, while I, Zhuzhu, and Mengmeng used regular bowls.

Hua Junshu looked at his share.

The soup is clear and bright, the noodles are glossy, a golden fried egg is placed on top, and the sides are decorated with slightly white shredded meat and green bok choy.

"There's too much, I can't finish it."

She looked at the large soup bowl, which was only used when making soup.

Now it's used to feed her breakfast.

This person seems a bit abnormal, as if questioning whether they have a large appetite.

"It's not much, but there's a lot of soup. You don't have to drink the soup, senior."

"Oh." Hua Junshu nodded, just then a voice came from behind her.

"If my senior can't finish it, I'll give it to her."

"Longevity noodles can't be separated, right?"

Mei Mengqian's voice followed shortly after, indicating that she had been awakened by the fragrance and had come downstairs.

Jiang Yingzhu tilted her head. "Can't we separate them? I used to separate them all the time when I was little."

She remembers that when she was a child, her mother would cook noodles for her birthday.

Back then, we hadn't moved to the city yet, and our economic conditions weren't as good as they are now.

So Mom would boil extra eggs and add a little meat to the bowl, just like this.

However, at that time, Jiang Yingzhu would only pick out the eggs and meat to eat.

Share some noodles with Li Yan next door.

If Li Yan isn't around, give it to the dog they keep at home.

“Okay.” Hua Junshu nodded, without any reservations.

Seeing this, Mei Mengqian did not object, as she was not a stubborn conservative.

"Let's eat."

Li Yan pointed to the three normal bowls, "The portions are all about the same, you can choose whichever you prefer."

They didn't distinguish between special bowls and chopsticks or anything like that.

Jiang Yingzhu glanced at them and, finding them about right, simply took one away.

Mei Mengqian followed suit.

A bowl of hot, plain noodles is a real treat in the dead of winter.

It's even more enjoyable to eat with someone.

However, during the meal, Jiang Yingzhu and Mei Mengqian noticed that their senior was different from usual when she pulled her scarf a little.

"Hey, a red scarf! This is the first time I've ever seen you wear red, senior, not in photos." Jiang Yingzhu exclaimed in surprise, staring intently at her senior.

It flows up and down, and spins left and right.

Li Yan glanced at her and felt that her gaze was far more unrestrained than his own.

Mei Mengqian was also quite surprised.

"This scarf looks great on you and your senior."

Hua Junshu is actually not an unapproachable person.

That's the impression they have of each other.

Wearing this red scarf now better matches their impression of their senior.

At this moment, Jiang Yingzhu saw something new.

The gloves the senior student was wearing looked similar to a scarf.

She glanced at Li Yan suspiciously, but didn't say anything.

She turned to look at Mengmeng and found that Mengmeng was also looking at her.

The two exchanged glances, and Jiang Yingzhu began to praise them.

"These scarves and gloves look handmade. Li Yan, did you make them? Your craftsmanship is quite good."

"Yes."

The two men kept an eye on Li Yan, so he had no choice but to tell them the truth.

Otherwise, wouldn't that mean admitting that you often do manual labor?

“Aunt Fang gave it to me.” Jiang Yingzhu nodded and looked at Mengmeng.

Mei Mengqian blinked, her eyes sparkling like a lively cat's.

"Are those scarves and gloves only for Sister Hua, or do all the other sisters get them?"

“All the other sisters have them too,” Li Yan said helplessly.

Then Jiang Yingzhu burst out laughing, and Mei Mengqian covered her mouth and her shoulders trembled.

After they learned that the scarves and gloves were given by Aunt Fang, they already guessed that it wasn't just their senior's.

But acting in a play is actually quite fun.

Hua Junshu watched this scene quietly, pursed his lips, and revealed a faint smile.

She glanced at Mengmeng and felt that she was becoming more and more like Zhuzhu.

After breakfast, the four of them went to school together, seemingly no different from usual.

Li Yan was puzzled. What were the conditions for the senior student?

He glanced at Hua Junshu.

As if sensing his gaze, Hua Junshu fell a few steps behind and walked alongside him.

"Don't leave after school at noon."

"Wait at the convenience store?" Li Yan replied instinctively.

Hua Junshu nodded. "That works too."

As she spoke, she glanced at Jiang Yingzhu and Mei Mengqian, who were walking hand in hand ahead of her.

Suddenly, she grabbed Li Yan's hand.

Li Yan glanced at her.

Hua Junshu's expression remained unchanged, his gaze calm, as if he felt nothing at all.

However, her slightly rosy earlobes in the cold wind betrayed her thoughts.

"Hold hands for a while."

"Oh."

Li Yan squeezed his senior's hand.

Her hands were gloved with half-finger gloves; the rough yarn and delicate fingertips rubbed against each other on her palms, creating a unique sensation.

Okay, Li Yan admits that the stimulus came from the front.

As morning self-study is about to begin, not only are student council members on duty at the school gate, but also the dean of students' academic affairs.

Li Yan and three others entered the school one after another.

It immediately attracted the attention of most people.

This has become a daily routine.

Even newly arrived first-year high school students wouldn't be surprised.

However, you should still watch what you need to watch.

Appreciating beauty is human nature.

The two student council members were immediately drawn to Li Yan and his companion behind them.

One of the student council members first gave a maternal smile, then looked at the grade director with a horrified expression.

"They held hands! I saw it! We're doomed!"

Beside him, a senior who was still a troublemaker in the student council in his senior year of high school patted his good friend on the shoulder.

"Yuanyuan, don't talk. The head of the teaching department has noticed that you're not a girl."

(End of this chapter)