I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 63 Familiar Notes

Cheng Yuan sat up in his dorm room. Damn, the school's electricity bill was ridiculously high; forget about air conditioning, they couldn't even afford to turn on the lights.
It's currently the height of the autumn heatwave, so Cheng Yuan can only watch videos to distract himself.

But he was already going crazy from the heat, and when he saw the group chat talking about free milk tea, he couldn't resist.

He looked at his phone and saw the reply.

Li Yan: It's fake, that's an online rumor, but the discount for singing karaoke is true.
Cheng Yuan: Damn it! I won't go if it's for money!
Everyone was speechless; there was more than one impoverished student in the class.

But he was the one who stood out the most.

Yu Bin: @Li Yan, Brother Yan, I came across your parody video!

Yu Bin: Bilibili video link
Li Yan clicked on it and saw that it didn't have many views, so he seriously suspected that Yu Bin had edited it himself.

However, this matter still sparked widespread discussion in the class.

……

Monday the following day
Li Yan and Mei Mengqian parted ways with Jiang Yingzhu on the fourth floor and headed to Class 1 on the fifth floor.

The moment I entered the classroom, the room fell silent for a moment as all the students turned to look at me.

As Li Yan stepped into his seat, the feeling of looking up to him quickly disappeared, and the classroom became noisy again.

Li Yan glanced at the desk drawer; the textbooks were neatly arranged, with arts and sciences separated, and the main subjects at the top.

The desk has two levels of drawers, the lower level being narrower, which some people use to put their feet.

A neat stack of exercise books sat on Li Yan's lower desk.

He glanced at Mei Mengqian, who sat upright beside him, her eyes fixed straight ahead, and smiled:

"You organized all of this, right? Thanks, it's even neater than I did myself."

Mei Mengqian smiled slightly, clearly pleased with the compliment: "No need, it's nothing."

After saying that, she took out several of her textbooks.

"I took notes for the classes the past two days, would you like to take a look?"

"it is good."

Li Yan nodded, and when his finger touched the textbook in the desk drawer, the system notification sounded.

He had no intention of cultivating now; he wanted to take a look at Mei Mengqian's notes first.

The first two days were mostly spent reviewing the structure of the teaching materials, with little actual instruction.

However, each teacher has a different personality, and some will just start lecturing right away.

For example, the homeroom teacher, Li Ping, teaches Chinese.

The first text in the compulsory Chinese textbook, "Qinyuanchun: Changsha" (a poem).

Mei Mengqian has already made quite a few annotations and notes.

Li Yan glanced at the words written in small red characters on the book, read them, but didn't write anything.

Instead, he revealed a thoughtful expression. Why did the brushstrokes of some characters in this small regular script look strangely familiar?
But overall, they don't seem to be a single style.

Mei Mengqian, who had been secretly observing from the side, felt a chill run down her spine upon seeing this. She thought to herself that her letter was written in Yan style running script, while the textbooks all used the standard Hengshui style, so she shouldn't be discovered.

"What's wrong? Don't you understand?"

"No."

"Then why don't you write it?"

“There’s no need to take notes; just memorize the poem,” Li Yan said.

"You're so arrogant."

Mei Mengqian reluctantly pulled back her Chinese textbook. Ye Daijia, who had been pretending to speak but actually eavesdropping, finally seized the opportunity and turned around to say:

"Yes, Li Yan. How can you translate poetry if you don't remember the annotations of some words and phrases?"

"Because I've already memorized it."

Ye Daijia felt he was faking it and questioned him.

"That can't be right, you've only watched it once."

Last week's Chinese homework was to memorize poems, and Ye Daijia still hasn't memorized them.

After all, memorizing homework is equivalent to having no homework.

As for random checks?

You'll memorize it once you draw it.

Mei Mengqian, standing to the side, glanced at him with a flicker of her eye, seemingly somewhat convinced.

She even felt that Li Yan knew all the poems from high school, and quite a few more outside of class.

Because during the last poetry recitation, many of the lines were not required for high school and were not in the textbooks.

"The teacher might check during the first Chinese class, then we'll find out."

Yu Qingya, the class representative for Chinese language, interrupted from the back seat. "No way, Li Ping hasn't finished explaining the poems yet."

Ye Daijia's eyes lit up, and she immediately agreed, wanting to get in touch with Yu Qingya.

He doesn't contact Hu Die much anymore. He's been pursuing her for several days without any success, and feels like he's wasting his money.

He felt that Yu Qingya was also quite good. Although she wasn't as pretty as the class monitor or Mei Mengqian, she was better than Hu Die.

Moreover, her legs were long and slender, but not the kind of skinny thinness that comes from starving herself; they were well-proportioned, rounded, and fleshy, making them very pleasing to the eye!
Especially today, when he went upstairs, he saw Yu Qingya wearing black stockings and small leather shoes.

Each step he took on the stairs felt like stepping on his very heart.

Yu Qingya looked up at him.

"I think so. Teacher Li seems to be the kind of person who is decisive and efficient."

Ye Daijia wanted to suggest making a bet.

The bell rang, signaling the start of morning self-study. Li Ping entered the classroom, and the entire space fell completely silent.

As it turns out, both Yu Qingya and Ye Daijia's predictions were wrong.

Li Ping had just stepped onto the podium and put down his lesson plan when he said:

"Take out your Chinese textbooks, everyone. I'll check your memorization. I'll start with the first group. You have five minutes."

The classroom immediately erupted in commotion as everyone frantically flipped through their books.

Li Yan picked up his Chinese textbook and flipped through it, glancing over the familiar poems.

Rainy Alley, Farewell to Cambridge

And later classical Chinese texts such as "Zhu Zhiwu Retires the Qin Army".

The long-buried memories of the past life immediately surfaced like a treasure chest with its key unlocked, bringing forth countless images.

Even if he couldn't remember, with his current mental and memory abilities, a single glance would be enough for him to memorize the entire book.

Li Yan put down his Chinese textbook, turned around and picked up his English textbook, again choosing not to entrust his practice to someone else.

After reading through the following words and memorizing them,

He turned and pulled out his math book.

Li Ping raised an eyebrow on the podium, feeling discriminated against, as if he had been subjected to an additional label.

He glanced around the room and said, "You didn't memorize anything during the holiday, huh? I'll personally pick a group to check later!"

Five minutes passed quickly. Li Yan had just finished copying Mei Mengqian's math notes when Li Ping came downstairs.

"Alright, the first row of members will begin the spot checks. I'll personally handle the first group."

Instantly, Ye Daijia's rosy face turned completely pale.

Beside him, Cheng Yuan scoffed disdainfully.

"Why are you laughing?"

"None of your business! Have you memorized it? I'm asking you!" Cheng Yuan said.

Ye Daijia's face fell. "What are you so smug about? You've memorized it? You're still memorizing it anyway. Everyone's memorizing it, so it won't make a difference if I'm one more."

Just then, Li Ping began to check Yu Bing in the first row.

"Alone in the chilly autumn, the Xiang River flows northward."

Yu Bing is small in stature and has a soft voice, but she memorized it all.

Watching Ye Daijia scratch her head in frustration, then the second boy...

I stumbled a bit, but I still managed to memorize it.

Then it was Cheng Yuan's turn. Ye Daijia glared at him fiercely, but Cheng Yuan glanced at him sideways and began to recite.

That son of a bitch can do that too!

Ye Daijia directly reached the red temperature.

"Ye Daijia, let's begin."

Li Ping's calm voice left no room for doubt. Ye Daijia stood up with a stiff upper lip, her mind a complete mess, and she muttered to herself unconsciously.

"Cold Autumn in the North Country."

Before he could even open his mouth, Li Ping pointed to the door with a dark expression.

"Get out and stand there!!"

Ye Daijia was jolted awake, only then realizing what she had just said.

Looking around, Hu Die, Yu Bing, Cheng Yuan, and the others were all laughing like idiots.

His face turned even redder, and he walked out with his head down.

Li Ping then looked at Li Yan and said, "Memorize it."

　Requesting monthly votes, recommendations, and favorites.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)