He was standing there in a daze when a familiar voice he had almost forgotten sounded in his ear, “Andrew, time to get up, the final exam is this afternoon!”

It was his mother, his mother’s voice!

Oh, it seems he has transmigrated. Andrew Brooks nodded, then suddenly shivered, “Transmigrated? Or reincarnated?”

—The reason he was called the unluckiest transmigrator was that, in his previous life, he had been so focused on cultivation that he could barely remember most of what had happened. Without a doubt, this Luo Tian Immortal was truly unlucky.

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Chapter 1: The Ultimate Cheating Expert

July 8, 1996, the black July, the day of the college entrance exam.

Right now, the subject being tested in the exam room was “Political Economy.”

Andrew Brooks didn’t like this subject, so he hadn’t reviewed at all.

In the exam room, thirty candidates sat scattered about, while two proctors patrolled the room, sweating profusely.

No one could cheat under such conditions.

But Andrew Brooks managed it, even though his seat was in the middle of the second row.

In the nine years since returning to this world, he had grown from a boy into a young man, and his strength had more or less recovered a bit.

Using half of his restored immortal spiritual power, he made himself a storage ring—a little trinket immortals use to store things. The materials were quite ordinary, so the space inside was tiny, but it was enough to hold a book.

The male teacher on the podium swept his sharp gaze across the exam room. In the back corner, the young and beautiful female teacher sat down to rest her feet. A hint of dampness showed through her thin gauze dress, making her bra look especially conspicuous.

Suddenly, the female teacher noticed something moving out of the corner of her eye. She looked in that direction and saw a tall guy buried in his writing—everything seemed normal!

Was she seeing things? She rubbed her eyes and stared hard at that boy.

After staring for a while, the female teacher finally confirmed that everything was normal. She turned to look out the window. Damn this weather—when will it finally rain? The heat made her feel like she was in a steamer, her mind was getting fuzzy!

Just as she was complaining, something moved again in the corner of her eye.

This time, any trace of drowsiness vanished instantly. She stared fixedly at that boy, not looking away for a long time!

Again! The female teacher finally saw it: the boy was holding a book and flipping through it. Her eyesight was good—she even recognized it as the “Political Economy” textbook.

She cleared her throat and walked over. “Student, please stand up for a moment.”

Andrew Brooks was in the middle of writing enthusiastically. Hearing this, he frowned slightly. Although he obediently stood up, the impatience on his face made his displeasure clear: Hey, teacher, this is the college entrance exam, not a pop quiz!

Of course, the female teacher knew it was the college entrance exam. Precisely because it was, she was on high alert. Allowing cheating would be a crime against the other candidates!

It was hot, and everyone was lightly dressed. With just a glance, she could tell the book wasn’t hidden on this student. So, she bent down to check the desk drawer. Let’s see if you’re still so cocky!

Strange, there was no book in the drawer either! The female teacher froze there, bent over.

She stayed like that for a full minute, even as the male proctor came over—she didn’t straighten up.

“What’s going on?” the male teacher leaned in and whispered very quietly. In this setting, disturbing the other candidates’ concentration would be a huge offense!

The male teacher had been waiting for this chance for a long time. He pretended to bend down to check the drawer, but actually tried to sneak a peek down her neckline. Unfortunately, the weather was so hot that the thin gauze clung tightly to the beautiful teacher’s body, and he saw nothing.

Damn this weather!

The female teacher glanced at the boy in surprise, shook her head, said nothing, straightened up, and picked up the exam admission ticket on the corner of the desk. The boy’s name was very common—“Andrew Brooks”.

She couldn’t say anything, because she had no evidence!

If she really tried to say something and gave Andrew Brooks an excuse to make a fuss, it would be a serious problem. “Proctor harassment caused the candidate to underperform”—that would be a disaster.

For the rest of the time, the female teacher saw the “Political Economy” textbook appear in the hands of that guy called Andrew Brooks again, but she didn’t dare go over to check.

The previous inspection had been extremely thorough, and the facts showed that the book simply wasn’t on him.

Damn it, the beautiful teacher was extremely frustrated. She could only blame it all on the weather.

Unfortunately, Andrew Brooks showed her no mercy—the textbook appeared in his hands again, and this time for an especially long period, because he couldn’t find the answer for a while.

The female teacher couldn’t take it anymore. She strode quickly to his desk and stared hard at his hands.

Andrew Brooks looked up at her, then calmly lowered his head and continued flipping through the book.

“Page one hundred sixty-eight,” the female teacher said softly. She wanted to know whether what she was seeing was real or just an illusion.