High School Student with Immortal Race System

The next morning, Yang Shen was on the practice field as usual, instructing his disciples.

Huang Gang and Zhao Mengmeng had also joined them.

The "Yang Family Army," who dominated their grade’s top ten, didn’t think much of the two new "underachievers." Their master’s authority was more than enough to smooth over any such discrepancies in skill.

’So what if they’re underachievers? If Master Yang taught a dog, we’d still sincerely call it Little Junior Brother.’

However, they gradually discovered that, at least when it came to the Sixth Set, these two weren’t bad at all... They were actually around a level six.

After they had more or less finished the first round of warm-ups, it was time for the "Master’s Loan" segment. Everyone took out their own Supplements.

Yang Shen, in turn, offered his "Big Black Bottle" in exchange.

Much like yesterday, Yuan Rui and the others, out of respect for their master, only took a small sip... The rest was all given to Tian Zihan.

Compared to when they were just a simple group of top students, their relationships had grown closer after becoming the "Yang Family Army." Tian Zihan was no longer as concerned with saving face, and knowing these foul-tasting potions were his opportunity, he proactively gathered them all.

Holding several large bottles by himself, he prepared to challenge the very limits of human taste.

Huang Gang sidled up curiously. "Hey, big guy, are these all Supplements? They gave them all to you?"

Tian Zihan nodded. Huang Gang was so short he barely reached Tian Zihan’s waist.

Huang Gang’s curiosity was piqued. With just over ten days left until the college entrance exams, he was progressing quickly but had hit a bottleneck with Source Supplement.

He wouldn’t have the nerve to ask for someone else’s Supplements, but since these seemed to be unwanted leftovers, just some dregs, he found himself tempted.

"Can I try some?"

Although this person wasn’t a fellow disciple, he seemed to be in Master Yang’s class, so after a brief hesitation, Tian Zihan agreed.

Huang Gang picked up a bottle and, without letting his mouth touch the rim, carefully poured some into his mouth.

"BLECH~!"

A black fountain erupted from his mouth, and everyone nearby immediately scattered to avoid the spray.

Tian Zihan grew frantic. "If you can’t drink it, don’t waste it!"

Huang Gang stared in shock at the liquid in his hand, his expression shifting from horror to hesitation, and finally to calm.

And finally... ecstasy!

It was unclear what thought process he went through.

Huang Gang raised a hand. "No... I can do this..."

"I’ve always believed there was a reason the heavens gave me my... particular oral fixation!"

Tian Zihan said, "I doubt the heavens are that bored... So, what is this fixation of yours?"

Huang Gang waved his hand dismissively. "That’s not important! All I know is... I can do this!"

"If I don’t even have the guts to drink this, then I’ll eat shit with a knife and fork! A whole log! Cold!"

Tian Zihan, who wasn’t familiar with Huang Gang, was dumbfounded, but he was also inspired by such determination. "Alright! Let’s do it together! Come on!"

In his eyes, that was an incredibly vicious oath!

"Bottoms up!"

The two of them, one big and one small, raised their bottles and chugged. GLUG GLUG GLUG, down it went.

Yang Shen ignored the two clowns and approached his capable and pragmatic head disciple.

"Yuan Rui, I need a spare cell phone, and it has to have a SIM card."

"A spare phone?"

Yang Shen nodded without further explanation.

Yuan Rui didn’t press further. Instead, he cupped his hands respectfully and said, "I’ll take care of it for you, Master."

This incredibly competent head disciple had it ready for Yang Shen by noon.

He came to Class 6 to present a model that was neither new nor old, but in excellent condition. He hadn’t tried to be clever by buying a brand-new phone; instead, he followed his master’s instructions to the letter, adding only his own thoughtful touches.

The storage was completely wiped clean, and it came with a SIM card that had 300 yuan of credit on it.

Yang Shen slipped it into his pocket. It was, of course, for Xu Bamboo.

’Having disciples is so convenient. It’s not that I can’t do these things myself, but it saves so much time and energy.’

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That evening, Yang Shen once again took the familiar path to Jinshui Villa.

He still avoided the main paths, still skirted the security cameras, and still left an Array in the courtyard.

Outside the window, Yang Shen smiled and raised a hand. "I’m back!"

Xu Bamboo, who had been eagerly waiting by the windowsill, couldn’t suppress her smile. Her two little dimples seemed to be brimming with joy.

But then she remembered her one-sided "frank encounter" from yesterday and shot Yang Shen a look.

Yang Shen climbed into the room. He was earlier today than the day before, giving him more time—a full three hours before Ye Qingyao was scheduled to return.

"So, Zhuzi, are we following procedure today, or should we get right to sleeping?"

Xu Bamboo wrinkled her delicate nose. "It feels like you’re taking advantage of me!"

"Nope, I mean everything literally."

Yang Shen opened his backpack and handed the phone to Xu Bamboo. "Here, take this and hide it well. This way, we can stay in touch during the day."

Xu Bamboo took the phone, confused. "During the day? What about at night?"

Yang Shen shook his head. "We won’t need to. I’ll be staying here."

Xu Bamboo’s eyes widened. ???

Yang Shen pointed to himself. "Actually, I don’t need to sleep either. Of course, it’s different for me. It’s an effect of the Yang Family Secret Transmission. Just give me a place to meditate, and I’ll be fine."

’Ye Qingyao is only at the Bone Training realm. Besides, my Array can cover the entire villa. Even under the same roof, I can make myself a ghost in her eyes, completely invisible.’

’Meanwhile, her every move would be transparent to my senses. I’d even know how many squares of toilet paper she uses!’

Hearing that Yang Shen planned to stay, Xu Bamboo blushed. "You don’t have to do that... It’s already wonderful enough that you come to keep me company..."

But Yang Shen couldn’t explain that his main goal was to prevent her from suddenly dying...

Simply ensuring Xu Bamboo got some rest was no longer enough.

At the desk in her bedroom, Yang Shen went over some of the key academic problem types from school over the past couple of days with Xu Bamboo.

This might have seemed strange to an outsider. Xu Bamboo’s health problems were inextricably linked to her intense study schedule, yet here was Yang Shen, helping her with it.

But in reality... the world isn’t black and white, and one’s approach doesn’t have to be all or nothing.

It wasn’t as if saving Xu Bamboo required skewering Ye Qingyao on a kebab stick and then having Xu Bamboo give up on the college entrance exams entirely.

That was just simplistic thinking.

No matter how terrible a Ghost Mother Ye Qingyao was, Yang Shen supported the idea of Xu Bamboo taking the college entrance exams and showcasing her abilities—as long as her health and safety were ensured.

Solving the Ye Qingyao problem didn’t mean Xu Bamboo had to completely abandon the college entrance exams.

Otherwise, all her years of hard work would have been for nothing, and the rest of her life would likely be thrown into chaos.

Besides, this was Xu Bamboo’s own wish.

Giving up on the exam wasn’t an act of courage.

On the contrary, it was an act of cowardice.

’Sigh... a pity I only have Life Chart Duplication, not Life Chart Transfer or Life Chart Deletion. Otherwise, this wouldn’t be so much trouble.’

After going over a few things, just as he had the day before, Xu Bamboo fell asleep in Yang Shen’s arms.

Yang Shen, however, remained wide awake. He used the same method as yesterday to help her finish some repetitive practice tests.

Sometime after nine, Ye Qingyao returned, so Yang Shen left for a while. Xu Bamboo drank her potion and went to the downstairs home gym for her Body Forging. She only returned to her room at one in the morning, after Ye Qingyao had gone to sleep.

Yang Shen was already meditating on her bed.

Wiping the sweat from her brow, Xu Bamboo gazed at Yang Shen’s handsome profile, momentarily lost in a daze...

She sat down beside him, feeling a sense of peace but not knowing what to say...

...to express the warmth in her heart.

After a long while, she mimicked one of their little gestures from the classroom.

She nudged him with her shoulder.

"Shenzi..."

"Hm?"

Yang Shen didn’t open his eyes; in reality, the entire house was already within his perception.

"Why are you so good to me..."

Yang Shen just smiled. "It’s not one ten-thousandth of how good you’ve been to me... Zhuzi."

...

In the days that followed, Yang Shen maintained a similar routine.

During the day, he taught his disciples and attended classes. After school, he would go to Xu Bamboo’s house to sleep while holding his "little kitten."

Was he ever tempted? You bet your ass he was. Yang Shen wasn’t some monk, and his Life Chart didn’t say "Childlessness is a Virtue."

But... he could control himself. He was terrified that Zhuzi would die suddenly...

Even with his help, Xu Bamboo was only getting four to five hours of sleep... He really couldn’t add any more... exertions.

And so, his life became a monotonous routine between three points. He would occasionally return home to guide the four little ones in their Cultivation and tend to the Celestial Platform Spirit Field.

With Yang Shen’s encouragement, Xu Bamboo began to drastically reduce her intake of the so-called "mental supplements," replacing them with at least four hours of sleep a night.

Xu Bamboo’s complexion improved with each passing day.

One night, Yang Shen even snuck her out while Ye Qingyao was asleep. They went to the hospital’s emergency room to get an EEG, and compared to her previous results, she was significantly healthier.

Interestingly, despite massively slacking off on Ye Qingyao’s strict regimen and even sneaking out from time to time, Xu Bamboo’s Martial Arts progress didn’t fall behind at all.

This completely proved Yang Shen’s earlier suspicion: Xu Bamboo wasn’t benefiting from the regimen; on the contrary, she was so exhausted it was actually counterproductive.

The days passed, one by one.

Yang Shen steadily advanced his Super Sprint Plan, hurtling toward Late-stage Marrow Refining.

Xu Bamboo grew more vibrant, her Essence, Qi, and Spirit improving daily, and a smile was always on her face in the evenings.

His eight disciples, Huang Gang, and Zhao Mengmeng all made their own improvements as well.

However, the march toward the college entrance exams never stopped for anything or anyone. The countdown progressed relentlessly with each passing day.

Ten days remained until the college entrance exams...

In the dead of night, two vehicles entered Jinshui Villa and parked in the courtyard of Building 14.

After getting out of the car, Ye Qingyao glanced behind her.

Three people emerged from the small truck that followed.

Jin Wu, along with a doctor and a nurse.

Jin Wu opened a small box. He had already polished the Moon Gu into a short, thin sliver of bone, making it easy to implant.

It resembled a small jade rod.

Ye Qingyao stared at it for a moment before looking away and saying coolly, "I thought this would be done at a hospital."

Jin Wu gave a dry laugh. "This thing is contraband, after all. Doing it at a hospital would be too easy to trace."

Ye Qingyao sneered. ’What’s so strange about contraband?’

Many of the things she had procured for Xu Bamboo, like the experimental "mental supplements," were considered contraband.

And at that very moment... up in Xu Bamboo’s third-floor bedroom, Yang Shen’s brow was already furrowed in a tight knot.

’Tonight, something big is going to happen.’

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