Since the sect was willing to impart knowledge and resolve doubts, one should listen attentively

When it came to singing, the only Lin Li who could rival Early-Reading Lin Li was Showering Lin Li.

The latter was the one true god, a genuine god of song. Even Jay Chou and Lin Junjie had to avoid his edge before Showering Lin Li.

"You want me to say how embarrassing it is~~"

"I never wanted us to part~~"

"Why do you still want me to use a smile to bear—Heaven's mandate, none fail to be deeply concerned and make their way known..."

The moment Bai Bufan abruptly stopped singing and began following the class representative in the morning reading, while the entire class's voices instantly became orderly and loud, there was no need to say what that meant.

With cautious movements, Lin Li stuffed the two test papers back into his drawer, placed his textbook before him, and began the morning reading as well.

Only then did he look around. Sure enough, the culprit behind all this, Chinese Teacher Li Binbin, was already walking down the aisle between Groups One and Two.

Young ginger was spicier after all. Binbin, trying to fight me? You were still too old for that! By then, Admonitions to Emperor Taizong on the Ten Considerations had already been read through, and the class representative instinctively looked toward the backbone of the class.

"Have all the test papers been collected? I have time now, so I'll mark them briefly," the Chinese Teacher asked.

The group leaders turned sympathetic gazes toward Lin Li.

Lin Li understood as well. One could never get cocky, not even internally. There would be consequences.

"Honestly, Binbin is such a letdown. She actually let you off just like that. At the very least, she should've made you write a three- or four-hundred-thousand-word self-criticism, or hung you at the school gate."

During the break after morning reading, Bai Bufan watched Lin Li emerge from the stairwell with all four limbs intact and mentally sound—having only been pulled aside and lectured by the Chinese Teacher—and spoke regretfully.

"Three or four hundred thousand words? Did I violate some heavenly law?" Lin Li raised his middle finger, then joined the boys stacking themselves into a pile.

—At school, whenever a boy stood facing the corridor railing and leaned against it, other boys would inexplicably stack themselves on top of him.

If rendered as a pictograph, it would probably look like this: a river.

All that could be said was that thankfully, every one of them was wearing pants.

The Chinese Teacher was in her forties this year. She had a pretty good personality and treated students well.

Of course, the most important reason was probably that she was not the homeroom teacher of Senior High, Class 1-4.

As everyone knew, for a teacher, being a homeroom teacher or not was the difference between god and demon.

Class 4's homeroom teacher was still Xue Jian, a stern middle-aged math teacher who came with his own terrifying aura. His buffs were practically maxed out.

Strangers, keep away.

His good brother Bai Bufan had once suffered badly in front of him.

It had been a weekend. Bai Bufan and Teacher Xue ran into each other outside school, and they happened to be heading the same way.

Only those who had experienced it understood how awkward that situation was. After saying, "Hello, Teacher," every second afterward was torture.

Wanting to die, Bai Bufan spotted an old man carrying things with great difficulty, and a plan formed in his mind—help the old man.

That way, he could both do a good deed and get away from his homeroom teacher. So he immediately stepped forward to help.

The plan had actually been perfect.

But the problem was that he had been too flustered. What he said to the old man was, "Old thing, let Grandpa carry that for you."

Bai Bufan refused to say what happened afterward.

His eyes were filled with stories—or perhaps accidents.

One slip of the tongue, a lifetime of regret.

"Bzzzz—" The preparatory bell rang.

Breaks at Nansang Middle School lasted ten minutes, but a preparatory bell rang at the eight-minute mark to remind students that class was about to begin.

The unfair thing was that when class reached thirty-two minutes, there was no preparatory bell for dismissal.

Lin Li felt that was necessary. After all, many teachers seemed not to prepare lessons for forty minutes, but for fifty.

Everyone returned to the classroom. Not long after, the official class bell rang. The first period was Chinese, and the Chinese Teacher entered.

"Class."

"Stand!"

"Good morning, students."

"Good morn-ing, teach-er."

"Sit."

"Turn to page 144. We'll continue with Admonitions to Emperor Taizong on the Ten Considerations..."

Lin Li paused in the middle of turning pages. The system had sent him another notification.

Having entered the Cultivation World for less than a day, you have already been recognized by the discerning eyes of the Nansang Sect and accepted into its ranks as an official disciple. Take another step upon the path toward stirring the winds and clouds of the world.

The experience of those before you is the treasure of those who come after. Since the elders and sect masters are willing to impart all their knowledge and techniques, you should study diligently and make them your own!

Task triggered!

Task Three: While sect elders, stewards, protectors, and others impart knowledge, teach skills, and resolve doubts, listen and study attentively for a cumulative total of six hours.

Reward: Physique Improvement: Memory increased by 100%; System Currency *50.

Nansang Middle School had suddenly become the Nansang Sect as well.

That low-intelligence system was probably in a difficult spot. After all, when it activated, he had already been a sect disciple, so this was the only way it could patch things up.

Lin Li was still quite pleased.

Because the reward for this task would definitely be useful. His base for absorbing spiritual energy might always be zero, but his memory certainly was not. Moreover, the task itself was not difficult to complete; it only required accumulating time.

Twelve hours. Instead of a specific number, the system showed the count as a long progress bar, though it did not display an exact percentage, so he could only estimate.

Based on eight classes a day at forty minutes each, he could finish it in three days at the fastest. If teachers ran over or used self-study periods for lessons, perhaps two days would be enough.

The future was promising.

Lin Li looked up at Elder Li of the Nansang Sect and smiled.

Without realizing it, even Li Binbin's face had begun to look delicate and pleasant.

The sect elder smiled as well. "Lin Li, answer the question I just asked."

Lin Li, who had not listened at all, stood up. "..."

Looking at Li Binbin's encouraging gaze, he knew she truly meant no harm this time.

Damn it, he had forgotten. Making eye contact with a teacher during class was a huge taboo, especially when he had stupidly added a smile.

Didn't that look exactly like I know the answer, I want to answer? From Li Binbin's perspective, Lin Li had failed to do his homework and wanted to make up for it by leaving a good impression in class.

As a true back-row student, when a teacher asked a question, he should have been admiring his desk seriously and sighing, What a desk this desk really is! "Choose C," Bai Bufan whispered with his head lowered.

Lin Li stomped on Bai Bufan's shoe.

This was Chinese class, discussing a text, and you were telling me to choose C? What did you think you were trying to do, Bai Bufan? As if I wouldn't know, you rascal! "It really is C. She was just explaining an example question!"

"..."

"It should be C," Lin Li said to the sect elder after "thinking carefully."

"That's right. Sit down. Everyone remember, in this translation, it absolutely cannot be translated as 'of' or a personal pronoun..." Li Binbin nodded and gestured for Lin Li to sit.

Lin Li sat down and let out a breath, but someone's resentful gaze made him feel as though he were sitting on pins and needles.

"I'll keep watching you, keep watching you, keep..." The resentful voice drifted over as well.

"Put lunch on my meal card." Looking out the window guiltily, Lin Li spoke without much confidence.

Actually, Lin Li could not be blamed for this. Between brothers, this was the kind of bond they were supposed to have.

Putting himself in Bai Bufan's shoes, if Bai Bufan had encountered this situation, Lin Li would definitely have screwed him over without hesitation.

Wait, thinking about it that way only made him feel even guiltier.

"Dinner too. Put it on my meal card."

"You'd better not go back on your word like last night."

The conversation temporarily ended. Before listening to the lesson, Lin Li glanced at the system again.

Task Three's progress bar was at zero.