Chapter 12: I Wish to Become an Immortal

After pondering for a long time, Cao Sheng wrote on a draft sheet: "I Wish to Become an Immortal".

As he wrote these four characters, he had already decided what kind of story he wanted to tell.

He felt that as the first cultivation novel in the online literature world, it should be written in a conventional manner, serving as a model for those who would follow.

As for how to be conventional?

He planned for the male protagonist to join a cultivation sect and study under a master right from his first appearance.

To increase the reader's immersion, he also intended to set the protagonist as a transmigrator from modern society who traveled to a xianxia world, reborn into a child's body.

The child's identity meant the protagonist could not freely arrange his own destiny and had to obey his parents' arrangements, while his parents decided to send him to a cultivation sect to study under a master.

In this way, the veil of this xianxia world could be gradually lifted during the protagonist's studies, including cultivation levels, various heavenly treasures, magical artifacts, and so on.

Cao Sheng felt that this conventional writing style would allow readers who had never read cultivation novels to gradually immerse themselves in this xianxia world.

Simply put, he was consciously lowering the reading threshold for this book.

Writing an outline is a very mentally taxing task.

Because every single setting in the outline requires mental effort to devise, and sometimes, settings made earlier suddenly seem like they need to be changed.

The more detailed the outline, the more mentally exhausting it is to write.

Unless you just write nonsense.

Time flowed slowly; Cao Sheng, immersed in his inner world, was unaware of time passing, his brow furrowed as he looked down at the manuscript before him, writing whatever came to mind as soon as he thought of it.

Since he didn't intend for anyone else to see this outline, he wrote very messily, almost flying and dancing with his brush.

Although the handwriting was hard to decipher, others seeing him write like this might think it looked quite dashing.

For example: Wu Can.

She had feelings for Cao Sheng; during evening self-study, she would glance at him from time to time.

And tonight, after glancing at Cao Sheng several times and seeing him keep his head down writing, never once looking at her, she felt a bit unhappy.

Fortunately, she had an Ah Q spirit and could adjust her mood herself, thinking: Although he didn't look at me, he didn't look at other girls either, and he has been keeping his head down writing, obviously doing something important, so I have no reason to be angry.

Thinking this, when she looked again at Cao Sheng writing whatever came to mind with his head down, she thought the way he wrote seriously looked very handsome.

Watching and watching, she couldn't help but want to go over and see what he was writing.

And the atmosphere of evening self-study at university is very free.

As long as you don't deliberately make a scene, generally no one bothers you.

So, Wu Can, who acted on her impulse, scanned the other people in the classroom with her gaze, suddenly packed her things, stood up, crouched low, rose on tiptoe, and quickly trotted over to sit gently beside Cao Sheng.

As she sat down, a slightly excited smile was still on her face.

As soon as she sat, she leaned over to look at what Cao Sheng was writing.

Cao Sheng noticed the commotion beside him, frowned, and turned his face to look over.

Seeing it was Wu Can, he frowned even tighter, feeling only that this Miss was affecting him.

And Wu Can looked at the book title on his draft paper, reading with a puzzled expression: "I Wish to Become an Immortal? What is this? Do you want to become a monk?"

Cao Sheng looked at her speechlessly.

Wu Can turned her face to look at him, frowning and saying: "Cao Sheng, do you really want to become a monk? Let me tell you, I heard that nowadays even ordinary people who want to become monks don't qualify; I heard that to become a Monk nowadays, you need at least a bachelor's degree from a Buddhist academy, haven't you heard?"

Cao Sheng frowned and looked at the manuscript before him, discovering that of the thousand-plus characters written on his draft paper, only the four characters of the title "I Wish to Become an Immortal" were written fairly neatly, while the other characters were very messy and hard to decipher.

So, it seems Wu Can can't be blamed for only recognizing these four characters?

"Why did you suddenly sit over here?"

Cao Sheng didn't answer but asked back.

Wu Can frowned, "Can't I sit over here?"

Cao Sheng looked at her and did not answer.

But the meaning was already very clear—he did not welcome her suddenly sitting over here.

He didn't know whether others liked having someone watch them while writing; anyway, when he wanted to write something, he was very unaccustomed to having someone staring at him from the side.

As long as someone was staring from the side, his mind couldn't concentrate, making it hard to think.

Let's put it this way! Wu Can suddenly sitting beside him meant he couldn't continue writing his outline; his mind couldn't concentrate, so how could he write?

"You... you..."

Wu Can said two "you"s with a bad look on her face; seeing Cao Sheng's expression unchanged and still silent, she suddenly stood up, hugged her things, and directly ran out of the classroom, not continuing with evening self-study.

And for their school and this junior college major, evening self-study is not mandatory.

Every night, most of the students in their class do not come to the classroom for evening self-study, and the teachers don't care.

However, Wu Can suddenly rushing out of the classroom in a huff, hugging her things, still drew the sideways glances of some students in the classroom, and then these glances instinctively all turned to Cao Sheng.

The students had various expressions.

But no one said anything.

And after Wu Can made such a fuss, Cao Sheng also felt a bit annoyed in his heart; looking at the draft book before him and the various settings written on the draft paper, he simply couldn't pick up his train of thought from before.

Plus, some students in the classroom were still looking at him with strange eyes, making it even harder for him to find his previous state.

So, after sitting silently for a moment, he also packed his things and left the classroom.

Walking out of the teaching building and being blown by the cold night wind outside, he gradually calmed his heart, and the slight irritability in his heart also seemed to go with the wind.

The learning atmosphere at their school is not strong.

Cao Sheng walked through the campus under the night sky; through the lit windows of the teaching building, he could see that not many people were in each classroom for evening self-study.

And on the sidewalk outside the teaching building, people came and went; some young couples, even more so, held hands, hugged waists, and touched buttocks as if no one else existed.

On the basketball court not far away, someone was playing ball, and people were watching the game by the sidelines.

In some dimly lit corners, one could vaguely see people hugging and kissing each other; at the entrance of the small shop not far away, several boys and girls gathered, flirting and laughing, giggling.

Compared to the high school he had once attended, the air here seemed to brim with the scent of freedom.

Few people studied seriously.

Many people relaxed completely.

But as a transmigrator, Cao Sheng could no longer bring himself to waste his days like that.

Carrying his things, he unhurriedly made his way to the Adult Education Building.

The Adult Education Building was over a hundred meters from the Teaching Building.

Yet the atmosphere inside the two buildings was utterly different.

The Teaching Building was six stories tall and covered a large area; the Adult Education Building had only three floors and a small footprint—just a small building.

The Adult Education Building handled adult education, generally enrolling correspondence students, so it was empty most of the time.

But the classrooms in the Adult Education Building were open every day.

Water and electricity were both on.

Therefore, the few students on campus who sought quiet would come here to study at night.

But the numbers were truly small; at night in the Adult Education Building, each classroom often held only three or five students, and sometimes some classrooms were simply empty.

Cao Sheng brought his draft notebook and entered a first-floor classroom. The whole room had only four people; with him added, there were five.

Sitting down in an empty corner, Cao Sheng decided to come here every evening from then on to write his drafts.

He believed no one here would bother him.