I was banned by the Revitalization event.

At the Foundation Establishment stage, he was already able to refine some low-level spiritual weapons. Although he didn't plan to practice the Returning Origin Technique anymore, he could still refine spiritual weapons in his spare time for his sister to use for self-defense.

You can also try making some elixirs to improve your health.

To prevent my younger sister from refusing to eat, if all else fails, I'll secretly make her drinks, cakes, or ice cream and put them in the freezer...

"Brother, what are you doing? You've been staring at the floor for ages."

Qin Luo was pondering his future plans when Qin Shi took two boxes of chilled orange juice from the refrigerator, looked at her brother who was lost in thought with a strange expression, tore one open, and handed it to him.

Although her brother has a rich wife, she is not entirely without opportunities. No outsider knows as well as she does how to take care of her brother.

A gentle girl.

It is in these small details that one demonstrates their meticulousness.

"Thinking about ice cream..." Qin Luo blurted out.

Qin Shi was puzzled for a moment. She looked down in the direction of Qin Luo's gaze and saw her small feet covered in white lace socks.

Her face immediately turned red.

How could a kid who's always online not understand such vulgar adjectives?

"My brother is a pervert." Qin Shi turned her face away and ran away shyly.

I won't give you any!

Qin Luo: "??"

What does making a miracle drug have to do with being a pervert?

Chapter 9 This world is too terrifying

The next day was March 15th.

Monday.

On the days when they start working, Qin Shi, who is in the second year of junior high school, and Qin Luo, who is in the second year of senior high school, will both be starting school.

Although Qin Luo had already established his foundation, he had no intention of dropping out of school after becoming a cultivator. High school life was an indispensable part of his memories of his youth.

After having breakfast with my sister this morning, we said our goodbyes properly and parted ways at the crossroads.

Stepping into the morning light.

Qin Luo, carrying his schoolbag, walked into Xianning No. 1 Middle School.

A small gatehouse, and a circular flower bed.

In the center of the flower bed stands a large white stone, inscribed with the school rules and motto of Xianning No.1 Middle School.

In the distance, the five-story teaching building from my memory is still there, painted red, next to a spacious artificial turf and a series of rubber running tracks, with red flags fluttering in the wind.

I remember two or three years later.

This place was then converted into a training center for Qi Refining cultivators.

Later, when the war began, Qin Luo revisited the place. By then, it was devastated and the bustling atmosphere of the past was nowhere to be seen.

I really miss it.

I slowly walked to the door of my classroom.

Everyone looked familiar, but I just couldn't remember where I was sitting...

I thought about it.

Qin Luo casually stopped a student and handed him his schoolbag.

"Hey bro, can you help me carry my backpack to the classroom? I haven't had breakfast yet, and the teacher hasn't come, so I'm going to hurry up and buy some."

"Oh, okay..."

The boy hesitated for a moment, holding his backpack, but still agreed.

He wasn't very familiar with Qin Luo and hadn't spoken much to him, but he felt bad refusing such a simple request.

Qin Luo walked into the hallway and leaned against the wall. After waiting for a while, he returned to the classroom.

I glanced at it briefly.

My schoolbag was placed in the second-to-last row.

Qin Luo sat comfortably by the window, where the shadows of the trees swayed and the air was fresh. He rested his chin on his hand and looked down at the sun-dappled playground.

Student days are perhaps the most innocent time of most people's lives.

Such days.

That's not a lot in his life.

He was daydreaming.

Just then, a boy with a buzz cut rushed into the classroom and plopped down in the seat next to Qin Luo, acting all nonchalant.

The boy pulled out his homework.

She turned around and playfully punched him on the shoulder.

"Why weren't you online yesterday? I called you on QQ but you didn't reply. Are you even going to rank up anymore?"

The fist came toward him, the movement like a slow-motion breakdown.

Danger instincts are triggered.

Qin Luo almost instinctively raised his hand to intercept the punch. Only with strong self-control did he manage to stop himself from crushing the fist. Instead, he pushed it back.

This body has not yet fully adapted; at the Foundation Establishment stage, one can crush steel bars with bare hands.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly.

Otherwise, this injury would at least result in a lifelong disability.

"Games are boring, I've quit."

Qin Luo said.

The boy looked at his own hands, then at Qin Luo, and finally showed a look of great surprise.

"Qin Luo, you secretly went to learn martial arts during the holidays, learning how to receive, neutralize, and release?!"

Although he had never studied martial arts, he had watched short videos. Wasn't this move more powerful than that five-hit lightning whip?

We all agreed to hang out together.

You actually signed up for tutoring classes!

"It was just a coincidence that you caught it; you don't have so much drama to make."

Qin Luo rolled her eyes at him, glanced at the name on the other person's workbook, then opened the textbook in her hand and looked down at the book.

Zhou Ming.

Some memories from the past have resurfaced.

This guy seems to be his best friend from high school.

Although he wasn't afraid of revealing his identity as a cultivator, he figured that cultivators would be commonplace in a year anyway.

It's just that being reborn is a rare privilege.

He wanted to experience student life properly and didn't want to be treated differently wherever he went.

"What are you studying that you didn't even invite me? Are we still best friends?"

Zhou Ming was heartbroken.

This was no coincidence. Judging from his movements and speed, he was clearly prepared and deliberately showed off his skills in front of him.

Wanting to show off but hiding it, how stingy.

After a while, the class representative came to collect the homework. She was a pretty girl who carefully collected the workbooks one by one.

After we've taken over their place.

Zhou Ming twirled the pen for a while before nudging Qin Luo with his elbow and raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Old Qin, we should be getting a new English teacher today. When I passed by the grade office on my way here, I saw Big Belly handing over the shift to someone. Big Belly is probably about to leave."

"Is that so?"

Qin Luo paused in his book-turning motion, lost in thought.

Although twenty years have passed.

However, in a person's life, there will always be a few memorable events and a few memorable people.

He forgot what the pregnant woman was called, but he still remembered this English teacher vividly because her belly was so big. Throughout his three years of high school, he clearly didn't remember who replaced this teacher.

World lines...

Has it changed?

"Look, isn't that a big belly? He was replaced in the first period, so why would he leave school?" Zhou Ming, with sharp eyes, saw the English teacher riding away from school on an electric bike and laughed loudly while pointing downstairs.

Besides being an English teacher, the pregnant woman is also the homeroom teacher of Class 2.

He taught the second class with great dedication, but he just went through the motions when teaching the first class, which made many people in the class dislike him.

Zhou Ming cupped his face in his hands, looking on with anticipation:

"Do you think it might be a little girl who becomes our English teacher, like Nangong Nayue?"

"That's enough about anime/manga," Qin Luo kindly reminded him.

"No ideals."

Zhou Ming felt a little bored for a moment, so he lay on his desk and started playing on his phone. Sure enough, people from the two-dimensional world are lonely in the three-dimensional world.

Leaning against the table behind me.

Qin Luo glanced out the window; the pregnant woman had already walked far away, her back no longer visible.

Vigilance is the most important quality in the end times.

He always felt that...