I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 99 No wonder ancient emperors didn't want to attend court.
Tuesday morning.

Jiang Yingzhu yawned as she rode her bike, carrying a bowl of noodles with soybean paste in both hands, reluctantly continuing forward.

"Li Yan, Mengmeng, I don't want to go back to school! How did ten days go by so fast?!"

She was shouting loudly, with a world-weary expression on her face, as if she were about to die.

"Zhuzhu, you can think about it another way. For example, if you got first place in the class today, it wouldn't be a big pity if you didn't," Mei Mengqian replied while drinking soy milk and riding her bike.

Jiang Yingzhu chuckled for a moment, then objected, "Mengmeng, you're wrong!"

Where did I go wrong?

"If there were no other way, I would be number one in the class!!"

Upon hearing this, Mei Mengqian remained silent. Li Yan finished the last piece of pancake in his hand, pushed off with his foot, and rode his bicycle to catch up.

"Really? You're first in your class. When will you be first in the grade?" Li Yan asked.

"Hmph, don't give me that. Just think about the reward you'll give me tonight!"

Jiang Yingzhu snorted coldly and glanced at him sideways, "Someone said he was the most beautiful woman in the world when he was on vacation."

Li Yan didn't answer; he couldn't hear what Xiao Qingmei had just said.

There was also a reward; what did she ask for?

The memory erasure technique had no effect, and the two women spent the entire journey trying to restore his memory.

"You still don't remember? Well, I don't remember the JK uniform I bought either."

"No, Zhuzhu, the shop owner said we can only leave it there for one day," Mei Mengqian said.

"Who says I can't remember? I remember it perfectly well. I was just testing whether you remember or not."

Li Yan immediately perked up and said righteously:
"For JK, oh no, for the promise, I will definitely remember."

"Li Yan is a pervert!"

"Looks like JK uniforms are still the most effective." Jiang Yingzhu sneered.

Li Yan chuckled. It was just slander, nothing compared to a pretty girl in a JK uniform.

Upon arriving at the school, Li Yan saw his homeroom teacher, Li Ping, standing at the classroom door with a serious expression.

"We're not late, are we?" Mei Mengqian glanced at her watch with a hint of panic.

"No, the homeroom teacher is checking homework. Let's go in." Just as Li Yan finished speaking, a voice sounded from behind him.

"Damn it, Li Ping is such a stingy bastard! He only said a couple of words in the class group chat!"

Xiao Shuai complained, "It's already this strict before the classes have even been divided; I can't even imagine what it will be like if the classes are divided!"

Li Yan shook his head and led Mei Mengqian into the classroom.

Li Ping merely glanced at the two of them and did not stop them.

Just as Xiao Shuai was about to go in, he suddenly reached out and stopped him.

"Take out all the homework assignments and put them over there!"

Li Ping pointed to the nine stacks of books placed against the wall.

Xiao Shuai was taken aback. He had initially thought Li Ping was just bluffing, but now it seemed to be targeting him.
"Why don't they use it?!"

"If you could get first or fifth place in the grade, you wouldn't need to!"

Li Ping glared at him and said, "What were your scores? What were their scores? How dare you ask? Show me your homework!"

Xiao Shuai's face looked like he was constipated, and he immediately fell silent.

Take it if you want, he's already finished writing it anyway.

Xiao Shuai, with a hint of vengeful satisfaction, held his homework. Li Ping would never have guessed that he had already finished his homework and was still thinking of checking it on him!
However, after Xiao Shuai took the homework, Li Ping didn't even glance at it, not even the Chinese homework.

"Okay, let's go in."

During the entire morning self-study period, most of the students were subjected to surprise interviews by the homeroom teacher.

People were filled with anxiety, and few of the people who came in looked relaxed.

"The homeroom teacher is really something. I still have several pages of English to finish, and she's already making me hand it in. She doesn't even show any leniency," Yu Qingya complained as she walked in.

"Haha, you're so stupid. I'll just have someone write it for me," Ye Daijia said.

"What are you talking about? Give me six hundred yuan. We agreed on one hundred yuan per assignment."

Cheng Yuan stretched out his hand, glanced at him, and said, "If you dare to renege on your promise, I'll go to the homeroom teacher and admit my mistake right now."

Ye Daijia's face immediately fell. Even if he had a lot of pocket money, he didn't have much left after the long holiday.

"Wait a minute, I'll give it to you during evening self-study. I'll borrow some money from someone."

Cheng Yuan nodded; it was almost time for class to start.

The preparatory bell rang, and Yu Qingya, the class representative for Chinese, went to the office to distribute the answer sheets for the monthly exam.

Li Ping asked everyone to take out their test papers, and the first Chinese class would go over the test papers.

"Wow, Qingya, 139! Your score is too high!"

Lin Yufan looked at Yu Qingya's answer sheet and said.

"It's alright, I'm only good at Chinese."

As Yu Qingya was speaking, she happened to see Li Yan's test paper being handed out.

The moment she saw the score, her pupils contracted.

"88"

"Qingya, who are you calling 'Dad'?"

"Li Yan".

"Huh?" Instantly, the surrounding students were shocked.

Li Yan glanced back and said, "Yes, in a sense, we are indeed father and daughter."

The surrounding classmates were shocked again, and even Lin Yufan and Mei Mengqian could not believe it.

"What?!" Yu Qingya blushed and said, embarrassed and annoyed, "Don't talk nonsense. I just said that Li Yan only lost 8 points, he got 142!"

Upon hearing this, the large group of people around who had been drawn to the father-daughter relationship gasped in shock.

“Only 8 points deducted? What a beast! Is this even a human being capable of?” Yu Bin said.

"How did you do that? Did you get a perfect score on your essay?!"

"How about we get back to the father-daughter relationship? This is a bit of a sore spot."

Ye Daijia looked at her exam paper and felt a little heartbroken.

"Pfft, 52 points, you're on par with Li Yan. How did you get that score?" Cheng Yuan glanced at his test paper and burst out laughing.

Ye Hui turned her attention away from Li Yan's score and looked at her own.

"136, that's not low."

Li Yan glanced at Mei Mengqian's exam paper and said.

Mei Mengqian nodded and took Li Yan and Yu Qingya's answer sheets to look at.

As for the homeroom teacher's explanation, it's not needed on the Chinese language exam.

Having written so many exam papers over the years, Mei Mengqian has rarely encountered the same questions.

However, the homeroom teacher hadn't actually started the lesson yet; he was waiting for the class bell to ring.

Soon, the bell rang. Li Ping stood on the podium, tapped the table, and quieted the classroom.

"Tell me your results for this month's Chinese exam."

"The top two students in the grade for Chinese are both in our class, which is great."

Li Ping smiled, then put on a serious face, "But the student with the lowest score in Chinese in the whole grade is also in our class, that's pretty good!"

"Some students know exactly who it is, so I won't go into details."

Taking out the exam paper, Li Ping first flipped to the essay section at the back and said:

"Let's start with composition."

"Our class also got the top score in the grade for this essay, Mei Mengqian, 59!"

"The teacher was originally going to give you full marks, but didn't. I was afraid you'd get arrogant."

Upon hearing this, a soft chuckle rippled through the classroom.

But then Li Ping added, "However, we won't discuss Mei Mengqian's essays. You can look at them, but you can't learn from them."

“Tell me what you’ve learned, Li Yan. Give me your answer sheet.”

The whole class looked over curiously again, wondering why Li Yan's compositions could be studied.

Li Yan gave the answer sheet to the homeroom teacher, and then shared an answer sheet with Mei Mengqian.

"I didn't even read what you wrote in your essay."

"The eight-legged essay".

Mei Mengqian was startled, subconsciously looked up, and then noticed that their heads were almost touching.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of heat in my heart, and I was frozen in place as if I had been put on a spell.

Li Yan glanced at her with amusement, then was so captivated by her stunning beauty up close that he couldn't be bothered to listen to the lecture.

No wonder ancient emperors didn't want to attend court.

Class teacher Li Ping began to speak.

"The theme of this essay was perseverance, and only Li Yan wrote an argumentative essay. Since some students have already written one, I will use Li Yan as a model to talk about argumentative essays."

It's quite embarrassing to have your essay read aloud in public.

Li Yan remembers once in junior high school he got a perfect score on an essay, which was read aloud by his teacher.

After class, I was met with a long period of pitiful looks from everyone, along with words of comfort.

It was a composition assignment, titled "My Father".

The story is simple: heavy rain - Dad carrying him - limping - car accident - bedridden - taking care of him - recovering - and then making dumplings together!

But this amazed Jiang Yingzhu, and when she encountered similar topics afterward, she would write about her old age in the same way.

Later, none of Lao Deng's essays were intact.

Because Jiang Yingzhu often finished her work when she was bedridden.

However, argumentative essays are not embarrassing.

Forget about general-specific-general structures, horizontal arguments, and vertical arguments. Emotional expression can be completely avoided.

When Li Yan was in college, he used this structure to take on some new media copywriting for historical analysis.

He assumed the person receiving the manuscript on the other end was a history major.

Actually, he just found some historical journal articles on Xuexitong (a learning platform) and used them as background material, just like writing an essay, and then he just needed to develop his argument.

Add a title with a question mark or exclamation mark, and the content should ideally be taken out of context and presented in a contradictory way.

"get out of class is over, teachers."

The bell rang, and Li Ping stopped lecturing.

"We'll cover some more material in the next class. Class monitor, please post the report cards. Everyone, go outside and start changing seats."

The classroom erupted in excitement, with chairs and benches clattering as everyone filed out and waited in the hallway outside.

Li Ping held the class ranking list in his hand and began to read:

"Li Yan".

Li Yan walked to the second row of the second group and sat down. The seat was too far to see the blackboard.

Chen Xiyuan

Li Ping then read out the second name, and the corridor erupted in an uproar.

Many people didn't recognize the name, while others looked at a boy with silver-rimmed glasses in the corner.

The boy was of average height and appearance, and had little presence, but to everyone's surprise, he was second in the class!

Chen Xiyuan walked to the seat where Li Yan had been and sat down.

Outside, Mei Mengqian breathed a sigh of relief. When she heard her homeroom teacher call her name, she quickly went inside and sat down next to Li Yan.

"Why are you sitting in the middle? I don't want to sit with anyone else."

As soon as Mei Mengqian sat down, she said that Group Two and Group Three were together, which resulted in four seats in a row.

If she sits inside, she'll have two classmates.

"Oh, so you only want to sit next to me?"

"Hmph! I didn't say that."

"How about we switch places? I think it's a bit noisy near the aisle."

Mei Mengqian pursed her lips and, seeing that he had already stood up, got up and switched places with him.

The homeroom teacher, watching from the doorway, raised an eyebrow upon seeing this but said nothing.

(End of this chapter)