New World: I Can Bring the Antelope from My Phone into Reality
Transmigration Mode: Protagonist Replacement, Complete Replacement, Original Protagonist Sent to the Ling Realm!
Seal: Completely sealed!
Unlocked: Story points met!
Aura: An infinitely passive, low-key emotional aura. It's about emotions, about keeping emotions low-key. Ling Yi always instinctively stirs up trouble; this aura will help restrain him.
The March wind still carried a chill, seeping in through the cracks in the window and making the test papers on the desk rustle.
Ling Yi sat in the last row of the classroom by the window, resting his chin on one hand, his gaze fixed on the row of bare Wu Tong trees by the playground outside the window.
A few tender green shoots have sprung up on the branches, as if someone had casually dotted them with a paintbrush; you wouldn't notice them unless you looked closely.
"Students, look at the blackboard!"
On the platform, homeroom teacher Zhou Yun tapped the blackboard with chalk, the sound crisp and stern.
She wore a light gray knitted sweater, her hair was tied in a low ponytail, and a few strands of hair fell beside her ears, which made her fair face look even softer.
"With only 90 days left until the college entrance exam, are you still thinking about getting distracted?"
The entire class lowered their heads in unison, but Ling Yi remained looking out the window, as if he hadn't heard a thing.
A fat man sitting in front of him quietly turned his head and whispered, " Brother Yi, Old Zhou's face looks off. You should tone it down."
Ling Yi snapped out of his reverie, turning his gaze away from the window and giving Zhou Yun a brief, indifferent look.
Zhou Yun happened to look over as well. Their eyes met, and she frowned slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just sighed softly, turned around and continued writing on the blackboard.
Ling Yi withdrew his gaze and glanced down at the exam paper on the table.
He wrote 148 on a math Simulation, which was out of 150.
The two points deducted weren't because he didn't know how, but because he deliberately omitted a step in the second part of the last big question.
A perfect score is too glaring.
He doesn't need to be eye-catching.
For ten years, his greatest skill has been—not drawing attention.
The bell rang, and the classroom instantly became noisy.
Some students rushed out of the classroom to the convenience store, some slept on their desks, and some huddled together to discuss the test they had just taken.
Ling Yi packed his schoolbag, got up, and walked out.
" Ling Yi!" A voice came from behind him. He paused slightly and turned around.
Zhou Yun stood beside the podium, holding a stack of test papers in her hand, looking at him as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
" Elder Zhou," Ling Yi greeted politely.
Zhou Yun hesitated for a moment, then said, "You've been acting like this lately... is something on your mind?"
"Your Simulation exam scores have consistently been in the top ten of your grade, but you always just barely make it to that position. With your abilities, you shouldn't be limited to this."
Ling Yi smiled, a smile that perfectly captured the shyness of a high school student, " Elder Zhou, I tried my best."
Looking at him, Zhou Yun always felt that there was a calmness in this student's eyes that was inconsistent with his age.
It's not the kind of precocious, affected profundity that comes from being young, but rather a kind of... serenity that comes from having experienced a lot.
She taught for five years, including three graduating classes of senior high school students, and saw all kinds of students.
But Ling Yi was the one she couldn't understand the most.
"If you encounter any difficulties, you can come to me." That was all Zhou Yun said in the end.
"Thank you, Elder Zhou." Ling Yi nodded, turned around, and walked out of the classroom.
People came and went in the corridor, and he walked unhurriedly with his schoolbag on his back.
As he passed the corner, he casually took out his phone from his pocket and glanced at the message on the screen.
Three unread messages.
The first message came from a contact person whose contact name was "Editor Old Zhao ".
[Teacher Reincarnation, your new book "Above the Azure Sky" has surpassed 100,000 pre-orders! The platform is preparing to do an exclusive interview with you, what do you think...?]
The second message came from a contact whose contact name was "LY's Assistant".
[Boss, the account closed with a floating profit of 200 million today. Also, all the stocks you mentioned last time have been sold off.]
The third one comes from a number that has no name or comments.
[Mr. Ling, the acquisition of the shops in Wanda Plaza, Eastern District, Dafeng City, has been completed as requested, for a total price of 320 million yuan. The funds have been transferred from the offshore account.]
Ling Yi read the three messages expressionlessly, then quickly swiped his fingers to reply to each one.
To Editor Old Zhao: [The interview has been postponed, it's inconvenient.]
To LY's assistant: [Of the unrealized profits, 30% will be transferred to a charity fund, and the remainder will continue to be rolled over. Send me the operational plan for next week tonight.]
To the number without a note: [Received. Also, could you please check if there are any newly opened apartments near Dafeng City No. 3 Middle School? One bedroom and one living room is fine, nothing too big.]
After replying, he put his phone back in his pocket, pushed open the door of the teaching building, and stepped into the March sunshine.
On the playground, some people were running, some were playing basketball, and the sound of the PE teacher blowing his whistle could be heard in the distance.
Everything was normal, a very normal high school life.
No one knows how many things this seemingly unremarkable boy holds in his hands that most people could never even dream of in their entire lives.
No one knew that he had been waiting for this day for ten years.
Dafeng City, an ordinary second-tier city in the central part of the Ancient Country.
It's neither too big nor too small, neither too poor nor too rich; among the hundreds of cities in the country, it's the kind that you have to search for ages to find on Map.
It lacks the glamour of first-tier cities and the tranquility of small towns; it's just ordinary, blending into the crowd.
Dafeng City No. 3 Middle School is located in the Eastern District of the city. It is an ordinary high school that is not a key school, but it is by no means at the bottom either.
The college entrance rate has remained at around 60% for many years. If a few students get into top-tier universities each year, that's considered extremely lucky.
Ling Yi spent three years at this school.
For three years, his grades remained consistently in the top ten of his grade, neither rising nor falling.
Not first place, because first place is too dazzling; not middle place either, because middle place will attract the teacher's special attention.
Around tenth place, which falls right in the range of "teachers know this person but don't pay special attention to them".
His clothes were always the same faded school uniform, and his shoes were sneakers that cost eighty yuan a pair from the supermarket.
I eat lunch at the school cafeteria, always ordering the cheapest option—two meat dishes and one vegetable dish, costing six yuan.
His classmates had a vague impression of him.
" Ling Yi? Oh, he's the one who sits in the last row, he's pretty quiet."
"Your grades seem pretty good?"
"Where are his parents? I don't think I've seen them much."
"I heard... she lives with her third uncle's family."
Not many people know about Ling Yi's family situation.
The school records state "Guardian: Ling Jianguo (Uncle)".
As for the section for parents, it only says "deceased".
No one would delve into the family affairs of an ordinary classmate.
At this age, people are mainly concerned with exams, games, crushes, and what new dishes the cafeteria has to offer today.
Ling Yi enjoyed being ignored.
Being ignored means being safe.
Safety has been the most important thing to him over the past decade.
The school bell rang, and Ling Yi packed his schoolbag as usual, being the last to leave the classroom.
He didn't go with anyone, and no one approached him to ask him out.
It's not that he's unpopular, but rather that he deliberately maintains this distance.
Too close a relationship can reveal too much information.
He walked out of the school gate and headed east along the sidewalk.
In the early evening of March, while it was still light, the breakfast shops along the roadside had already changed their signs to night market stalls, and the smoke from barbecues billowed from the Ironhide chimneys, carrying the aroma of cumin and chili.
He passed by a newsstand and casually bought a copy of that day's "Da Feng Evening News".
It's not because I want to watch the news, it's just a habit.
The habit of living two lives – information is always the best weapon.
The front page of the newspaper featured a social news item: [A gas leak occurred in a residential area in the Eastern District of Dafeng City; fortunately, there were no casualties].
Ling Yi glanced at it and continued flipping through the pages.
The third edition contains an inconspicuous news item: [The city's college entrance examination site setup plan for this year has been announced. A total of twelve test sites will be set up throughout the city, with the No. 3 Middle School serving as the main test site in the Eastern District ].
His gaze lingered on the message for two seconds.
There are 90 days left until the college entrance examination.
He folded the newspaper, stuffed it into his schoolbag, and continued walking.
As he passed an intersection, he noticed a new device had been installed there.
It looks like an ordinary traffic monitoring camera, but the installation angle is a bit strange—it's not facing the road, but directly at the pedestrian crossing.
Everyone who crosses the pedestrian crossing passes under that camera.
Ling Yi paused slightly, glancing at it a couple more times.
The camera's casing is gray and blends seamlessly with the lamppost, making it virtually unnoticeable unless you look closely.
Moreover, its indicator light is not the usual red or green cesium, but an extremely faint pale blue cesium, which is almost invisible unless you get very close.
He stared at the pale blue dot of light for three seconds, then looked away and walked across the pedestrian crossing as usual.
He didn't know what the camera was for.
But his intuition told him that it wasn't simple.
Having lived two lives, my intuition is always very accurate.