I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Were you captivated by Chapter 11?
Huangcheng is located in the south, where summers are especially long and hot.

But the air conditioning on this bus that picks up and drops off students is very cool.

A cool breeze blew through the grille onto Li Yan's face, bringing him back to his senses from his daze.

The girl's name is Mei Mengqian.

Actually, they weren't very close; he was just his high school classmate in his past life.

It's also the number one in the entire Huangcheng!

Although Li Yan couldn't understand how someone with such grades could attend a regular high school.

But this doesn't stop this beautiful academic star from becoming the white moonlight in the hearts of all the students at No. 6 Middle School.

Not only boys, but many girls also like her.

Li Yan was no exception.

He and Mei Mengqian were just classmates.

Even though they were in the same class, Li Yan didn't know much about her.

But the more this ambiguous distance is maintained, the more it arouses longing in people's hearts.

Perhaps this is what a white moonlight is.

Even after graduation, and even throughout his life after graduating from university, he will still cherish those memories.

But he knew very well that there was no such thing as a "white moonlight" or not; the so-called "white moonlight" was nothing more than an obsession.

To put it bluntly, it's just being a jerk.

Unreachable is always in turmoil.

In his previous life, more than ten years after graduating from high school, Li Yan had never attended any class reunions.

Therefore, he could no longer remember the face of his former love.

What remains in my heart is nothing more than the youthful excitement.

Now, reborn, the initial excitement has faded, but the memories have become even more vivid.
Amazing at first sight, and still stunning upon second sight!
When he met the girl's gaze, he no longer avoided her eyes like a shy teenager.

Instead, he smiled, as if greeting an old friend.

After greeting them, he turned his gaze back and helplessly pressed down on the little hand that was misbehaving at his waist.

Mei Mengqian was drawn by the movement and looked over curiously, but was surprised by Li Yan's natural attitude.

Of course she knew she was exceptionally beautiful.

She's been stared at a lot when she goes out, both openly and furtively.

She wasn't unfamiliar with Li Yan's behavior, but it was somewhat unique among the students on this bus.

When boys her age looked at her, they mostly avoided eye contact.
Meanwhile, Jiang Yingzhu, who was being held down, snorted coldly, pulled her small hand back, glanced back, and then raised an eyebrow.

"Wow, no wonder you were staring at me, Li Yan! You're so beautiful, girl!"

Jiang Yingzhu's almond-shaped eyes widened, her usually cold and aloof features becoming lively with surprise, revealing a touch of naivety. She stared unblinkingly at the girl in the back seat, then exclaimed in surprise.

Anyone who has ridden a bus knows that the distance between the seats in front and behind is very short.

Not to mention that her act of turning around to look at people was abrupt, even a soft exclamation could be heard by people within half a meter.

Mei Mengqian was suddenly stared at by her, especially by those fierce and domineering eyes, which were extremely intimidating.

As if she were being cornered and teased, the strange feeling made her subconsciously let out a soft gasp.

"Oh? You're very beautiful too."

She tightened her grip on the canvas backpack. Unlike its usual heaviness, the backpack felt much lighter now, which ironically made her feel less secure.

She glanced at Jiang Yingzhu. The short-haired girl had a cold and aloof look, but she possessed an inexplicable vitality, just like the sunlight shining obliquely through the car window.

It seemed scorching hot, but the cool air neutralized it, miraculously transforming it into a perfectly approachable atmosphere.

She usually avoids talking to strangers unless absolutely necessary, but at this moment she subconsciously offered a compliment.

She was somewhat surprised when she said those words.

"Hey, I think so too."

Jiang Yingzhu gave a wicked grin and glanced at her schoolbag.

"You're also taking the exam at No. 2 Middle School, in that exam room?"

"7."

“Then we live quite far apart. No wonder I haven’t seen you before. I’m at 23.”

After saying that, Jiang Yingzhu received no response, tilted her head, and waved her hand in front of her eyes.

"Speak up, you're mute!"

"Mmm," Mei Mengqian responded, then added, seemingly sensing something was amiss.

"I understand, you're 23."

"?"

Jiang Yingzhu scratched her head. "You're acting a little strange."

"Huh?" "It's kind of cute."

Mei Mengqian was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously tightened her backpack. Then she realized that there was a woman in front of her, and felt strange again.

At the same time, I couldn't help but envy him; he's so eloquent.

Li Yan also thought that his childhood sweetheart was really good at talking.

She's a social terrorist, yet she also possesses a certain magic that makes you want to keep talking to her.

Mei Mengqian was clearly frightened at first, but now she's started chatting with her.

He clearly remembered that in his previous life, his childhood sweetheart and Mei Mengqian were just ordinary acquaintances.

However, Li Yan did not expect that the aloof and seemingly otherworldly Bai Yueguang in his memory would be so unexpected.

Surprisingly, he seems a bit socially awkward.

It's quite a contrast, suitable for use as material in online novels. Add some foodie traits, a tragic backstory, and an amazing appearance.

The standard female lead template.

Seeing that Xiao Qingmei had already added the other person on QQ and even switched seats with another girl behind her, whispering to each other side by side.

Li Yan's lips twitched slightly as he reminded her, "Jiang Yingzhu, we've arrived. Are you getting off the bus or not?"

"What's the panic? It hasn't stopped yet."

Just then, the car's exit announcement sounded. Jiang Yingzhu paused, then said to the socially awkward girl next to her:

"Qianqian, bye-bye, let's play games together tonight."

Bye-bye-bye.

Mei Mengqian took her little hand off her schoolbag and waved it.

She raised her eyes, her gaze as clear and bright as a mountain rain after a storm, and swept it over Li Yan, nodding slightly.

Li Yan clicked his tongue inwardly, nodded, and followed Xiao Qingmei out of the car.

Looking at Jiang Yingzhu humming a song, I gained a new appreciation for her social skills.

"So, are you captivated?"

As Jiang Yingzhu walked into the residential area, she raised her chin.

"It's a bit confusing."

"Hmm~, make me a stir-fried pork dish for the whole summer vacation, and I'll give you her QQ number."

Jiang Yingzhu held up a slender index finger and waved it in front of his eyes.

"No need, I have it."

"Nonsense! You didn't!!" Little Green Plum's fingers turned into a white fist.

"I'm telling you, don't be ungrateful!"

"Why don't I have your QQ number?" Li Yan smiled and glanced at her.

"Uh, what?

Jiang Yingzhu's fierce expression froze for a moment, then she suddenly turned her head and snorted. Her outstretched fist slammed into Li Yan's chest, pushing him back a step.

"Is this what I meant?! You're an idiot."

After saying that, she didn't wait for Li Yan to say anything, and ran away in her sandals, her short hair swaying behind her head.

"hiss"

Li Yan rubbed his chest, secretly relieved.

Fortunately, I got over it.

Just kidding, he hadn't eaten anything with strong flavors for several years before he was reborn.

Stir-fried pork?
He even chopped up his favorite Kung Pao Chicken.

What was your ex's favorite dish?

what is that.

It would be a miracle if he could actually do it well.

If you were to make a row of stir-fried pork with soy sauce, Jiang Yingzhu would definitely throw a tantrum, saying that your relationship has cooled and that you did it on purpose, and then she would take the opportunity to make a few more demands.

For two months, he was constantly being bothered.

I'll let the system check later to see if cooking counts as a skill book.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that I don't only have the same path as in my previous life.

Li Yan was initially somewhat disappointed that so many familiar and beautiful pieces of music no longer existed in this world.

But now, it seems like a way to make money.

Although he can't compose, arrange, or sing, it doesn't matter; the system can teach him.

system:? ? ?
(End of this chapter)