Ning Mingmei finds himself transmigrated into a dark-themed cultivation novel, taking on the role of the unfortunate ‘cold and aloof master’ destined to be killed by his disciple, the male prot...
Chapter 201 Little Lihua
Ning Mingmei entered a secret room at the foot of Piaomiao Peak, disguised himself, and when he came out, he was already a young man wearing the Taoist robe of an outer sect disciple.
The boy looks somewhat like Ning Mingmei. He had a pair of cat-like eyes with upturned corners, a pointed chin, jade-white skin, and slightly pink cheeks, looking very delicate and cute. The outer sect disciple's ordinary white and purple Taoist robe made him look tall and elegant like a young man.
System: "...Where did you get this face?"
Ning Mingmei didn't even raise his eyelids: "I slightly adjusted my appearance when I was young."
The system recalled Ning Mingmei who had collapsed in front of the college building, and then looked at the young man in front of it. Without the dark circles under his eyes, it’s hard to recognize him.
So what did Ning Mingmei's university doctorate and his academic life of either promotion or resignation bring him?
Considering that not everyone in Qingji Sect is as unique as Ning Mingmei in keeping short hair. Ning Mingmei had no choice but to transform himself into a person with long black hair. To do this, he had to spend half an hour tucking his hair into a bun. After taking off the cold academic coat, the boy now actually had a bit of weird cuteness with his teeth bared.
"One day I will promote short hair throughout the Qingji Sect," the young man said grimly.
The system glanced at Ning Mingmei. It was obvious that Ning Mingmei was not very good at controlling the facial muscles of his teenage self. When Ning Mingmei said this with his adult face, it sounded cold and asking for a beating. When he said this with his teenage face, it sounded cute and puffy.
Ning Mingmei had already prepared for this situation to happen. He pulled out his fake ID from the secret room, on which was written his name: Merlin. By the way, Ning Mingmei even prepared a fake ID for the female version of himself, whose name was Ming Ning.
The boy picked the cheapest sword and then slid smoothly out of the secret room and out the inner door. When passing through the inner door security check, several fellow sisters were secretly looking at him.
"She's so beautiful, how come I have no impression of her at all?" murmured a young sister.
"He's gone...! Hey, let's submit it to the confession wall and see if it can be added to his non-thinking book."
Ning Mingmei had lived a life of luxury through his own (and his disciples') unremitting efforts over the years, and had not ridden such a poor single sword for a long time. The sword was shaking, and Ning Mingmei began to feel dizzy when he was halfway through the flight. He had to put down the sword and walk on his feet.
There seems to be some activity outside the gate these days. The road was crowded and lively. Although Ning Mingmei created such a lively academic campus, he himself was not used to being in crowded places. Especially when he was in adult form, everyone automatically made way for him when they saw the sword-wielding elder coming. Now that he is an outer sect boy, he was squeezed here all the way. The crowd was so crowded that Ning Mingmei naturally had a sullen face.
Ning Mingmei said: "These outer disciples are playing outside all day. Have they forgotten that studying is the disciple's job? It seems that the pressure of study is not great enough!"
"How can you speak so maturely at such a young age?" said a sunny boy next to him. "You just finished the second exam. When can you rest if you don't take a break now?"
Ning Mingmei: "Second visit?"
The sunny boy originally thought that the slender boy next to him didn't understand anything and was probably a newcomer, so he was just about to talk to him. But when he turned around and saw the boy's face, his face actually blushed.
"You..." The sunny boy was stuck, and then he said, "My name is Yang Feng, what's your name?"
Ning Mingmei didn't even raise his eyelids: "Merlin."
"Oh... Mei-san. You seem to be an outer disciple as well. How come you don't know about the second diagnosis?"
Ning Mingmei gave a prepared answer: "I have been in seclusion for twenty years and just came out."
The whole village has access to the Internet.
Such a cute little classmate just came out of retreat! A sense of responsibility suddenly arose in Yang Feng's heart. As a model student in the outer school, how could he not help the younger classmates get familiar with the environment? !
At Ning Mingmei's request, Yang Feng took Ning Mingmei to the place where the results were announced. On the huge red list, the names of the candidates taking the exam are arranged in order. The highest score is on the far right and the lowest score is on the far left. Moreover, there are separate red lists for total scores and even each subject.
Yang Feng enthusiastically talked about the second diagnosis and the examination in Ning Mingmei's ear, and he went to look with a frown. Soon, he heard several disciples' voices: "Do you think there is something wrong with the results on this list?"
"What's the problem?"
"This person got full marks for physical skills and also answered the additional questions, so he ranked first. But he got zero marks for math!"
"Oh, yeah, he also took physics, chemistry, and biology... and he got the worst scores in all three!"
"I still have some points in Chinese..."
Ning Mingmei:?
"Is this the Heavenly Grade freshman? The one who was brought into the sect by the Grand Elder's disciples some time ago and directly became an outer sect disciple. Did he really come here to take the exam without preparation?"
"He's so brave, isn't this a public execution? Hahaha."
Yang Feng was also shocked. He was about to look up to see the excitement, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the expression of the young man next to him.
The young man kept an unhappy look on his face the whole way. But at this moment, he was actually...
Laughing secretly?
Although it was a sly smile of secret delight, and although it only lasted for a moment, Yang Feng's face turned red again!
"...I haven't taken the diagnostic test, to be honest, I don't really understand what you're saying." In the cold drink shop, the cat-eyed boy sipped milk tea, "But if you want to enter the inner gate now, you have to take the college entrance examination, right? Is there any faster class that can let me know how to take the exam?"
There was actually a hint of pride in the boy's tone. But when it is put on him, it just makes people feel cute. Yang Feng immediately said: "Yes, yes, of course."
It seems that Old Seventeen and Old Eighteen have quite a big business.
Yang Feng said: "There are several cram schools outside the sect now, and they are all very popular. There are Yali, Renmin University Affiliated School..."
The boy asked, "Which one is the best?"
"Some cram schools are run by hometown associations. If you don't have a local hukou, you can't go. For example, only people with a hukou in the human world's imperial city can go to Renmin University Affiliated School." Yang Feng said, "Some time ago, the new heaven-level disciple wanted to enter Renmin University Affiliated School, but was stopped because he didn't have a hukou. But now, the best cram school is still this one--"
"Yang Zhishui Tutorial Class."
The boy blinked his cat eyes: "Why is this cram school so good?"
"Because it is different from other cram schools. The papers used for practice are all real questions from past years! It is the only one that can get real questions." Yang Feng said, "And this cram school is opened by disciples of the peak gate, and they are not ordinary disciples of the peak gate."
The young man asked, "How unusual is it?"
"Have you heard of Piao Miao Peak? It is the first peak of Qingji Sect!" Yang Feng said, "I heard that the founder of Yang Zhishui is a disciple of Piao Miao Peak."
I also know that he is my own disciple.
"So amazing." The boy asked, "Then how do we get in?"
Yang Feng was being looked at by him and felt that he had a glorious and supreme mission: "You can only enter this cram school if you are recommended by an acquaintance. It just so happens that I am a student of the new term. I have a class tonight, I will take you there."
As he spoke, he saw that the boy was interested, so he added another bargaining chip: "And have you heard of the most promising freshman this year?"
Boy: "What new student?"
“A Heaven-level single fire spiritual root! I looked at the crystal ball on the Fei Si Book. Oh my god, that’s a spiritual root that only appears once in a thousand years. I’ve never seen one so pure and rich!” Yang Feng said mysteriously, “He is also in this cram school!”
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Outer gate, on the mountain road.
Lian Chengyue: "Interesting, so this is the number of the fairy world. 0 to 9, now I have mastered it."
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Lian Chengyue: "It turns out that you have to follow the format when answering Chinese questions. After using the format, it turns out that the difficulty is not that difficult."
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Lian Chengyue: "What will the content of today's quiz be? I'm really looking forward to it."
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Shi Ruzhuo finally couldn't stand it anymore, he said: "Boy, do you think you are normal now?"
Lian Chengyue said: "I am normal. And I will soon get the first place in all subjects."
Shi Ruzhuo: ...
Lian Chengyue: "Even though mathematics once gave me such a great humiliation, I was able to master the system of linear equations with two variables so quickly. Moreover, my physical skills are the best in the grade."
Shi Ruzhuo: ...
This kid is beyond salvation, and this world is beyond salvation.
Lian Chengyue didn't care about Shi Ruzhuo's despair. He only focuses on himself. In fact, after being severely humiliated by the results of the second examination, Lian Chengyue began to take an extremely stubborn and serious attitude, vowing to become the most outstanding outer sect student of Qingji Sect.
"Since you are here, you must adapt to the rules here. I don't agree with the rules here, but I will use them for my own benefit." Lian Chengyue said, "Isn't this what Qingji Sect wants to see? A perfect student."
Shi Ruzhuo swore that he would keep his mouth shut, but he couldn't help but speak: "Well said, don't say that on the skateboard next time."
Lian Chengyue said: "This is the most popular sport among outer disciples recently. This is the information I obtained through the Feisi Book. You see, I did very well. Just now on the way, many disciples gave me approving looks."
Shi Ruzhuo: ...
Lian Chengyue said: "First you have to blend in, then disguise yourself, and finally use it."
If Qingji Zong was not crazy, then Shi Ruzhuo himself was crazy.
Shi Ruzhuo fell into autism. Lian Chengyue also entered the courtyard surrounded by flowers and trees at this moment. He parked his skateboard neatly in the parking lot and entered the classroom twenty minutes early.
It is not difficult to enter Yangzhishui cram school. After the second consultation, while Ada was still grinning, Yang Zhishui Tutorial School extended an olive branch to Lian Chengyue.
Just as Lian Chengyue needs tutoring to learn those weird math characters, Yang Zhishui's tutoring class also needs to find suitable students so that it can have better student cases for publicity. And Lian Chengyue is an ideal candidate for training.
Lian Chengyue’s career as an excellent student also began from then on. Since the cram school started, he has been diligent every day, arriving at the classroom twenty minutes early, carrying a thick notebook with the Qingji Sect logo, and sitting in the first row - completely different from the protagonists who sit in the second to last row by the window.
Those protagonists are here to show off, Lian Chengyue is here to study, and to be an excellent student.
Lian Chengyue wiped the blackboard first. At this time, disciples had already entered the classroom one after another. Lian Chengyue looked back and found that something was different today.
The front row was not full yet, but there was already a teenager sitting in the window seat in the second-to-last row.