Reincarnated as a Scholar: But I only write Erotica-Chapter 1: The beginning

"Haaa... what a boring class," Lin Mao murmured, his voice barely audible.

He stretched, letting out a long yawn as he struggled to keep his eyes open. The air in the classroom felt suffocating, and the teacher's voice was nothing more than a hum in the background. She was going on about philosophy, something Lin Mao couldn't care less about.

His gaze drifted around the room, searching for anything—anything at all—to break his boredom.

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His eyes landed on a group of three students seated near the front. They were completely engrossed in the lesson, staring at the teacher with wide, focused eyes. Each of them scribbled notes furiously, as if their very survival depended on it.

"Bunch of nerds," Lin Mao thought, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his growing boredom eating at him. But his attention soon wandered to the twins sitting at the back of the classroom.

They weren't focused on the lesson at all. Instead, they were both carefully applying makeup, their brushes moving with more concentration than they had ever given their homework.

Makeup won't save you, no matter how much you pile it on, he smirked to himself.

His eyes flicked back to Ms. Zhang, who was still going on about something that felt utterly irrelevant. Lin Mao sighed loudly, drawing a few curious glances from the students around him. He didn't care.

Why should he bother keeping up with this nonsense when none of it would matter in the end?

"Lin Mao," Ms. Zhang suddenly called, her sharp tone slicing through his boredom. His back straightened instinctively, his eyes blinking rapidly as he tried to shake off the clouds swirling on his mind.

"Yes?" he replied, his voice laced with disinterest.

"Could you answer the question?" Ms. Zhang asked, her piercing gaze locked onto him.

The class fell silent, all eyes turning toward him. Lin Mao glanced at the board, trying to make sense of whatever she was talking about, but the words blurred in his mind. He then looked at his classmates, who were still diligently taking notes, offering few curious glances.

"Uhhh... pass," he said with a lazy grin.

Ms. Zhang sighed, clearly used to his antics. "Lin Mao, this is not a joke. Pay attention."

"Sure, sure," he mumbled, falling back into his seat. But in his mind, he was already somewhere else—anywhere but here.

He imagined himself in a place where his talents and skills actually mattered, not in this suffocating classroom with its useless lectures. A sense of frustration began to bubble up inside him. This wasn't the life he had imagined. He wanted more—something exciting, something that would ignite his passion.

But for now, he was trapped in this room, suffocating under the weight of his own boredom.

Achoo!

A loud sneeze from the front snapped him out of his daydream. Lin Mao turned his head to see one of the nerds from the front row rubbing his nose.

"Bless you," Lin Mao said with a half-hearted smile.

The nerd shot him a sharp, irritated glance. "Lin Mao, can you stop disrupting the class?"

Lin Mao smirked. "Can you stop being such a teacher's pet?" he fired back, barely caring about the consequence.

The nerd narrowed his eyes, his irritation growing, but Lin Mao could see he was used to the jabs. Still, he wasn't going to let it slide this time. "Maybe if you actually paid attention for once, you wouldn't be so lost in life."

Lin Mao couldn't help but laugh, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Lost? Nah, I'm just finding my own way," he said with a grin. "You should try it sometime."

Ms. Zhang, already fed up with the disruption, clapped her hands. "Enough. Lin Mao, focus! You are wasting everybody's time," she ordered.

"Yeah, whatever," he muttered, his eyes drifting back to the window as he leaned back in his chair.

The teacher's voice faded into the background once more, and Lin Mao's thoughts wandered again. He dreamed of a life beyond this boring classroom—a life filled with action, adventure, and maybe a little romance. A life where things actually mattered, where his decisions could shape his destiny.

I wish I had been born in the medieval era, he thought to himself. Fighting with swords, conquering nations—now that would be a life worth living.

He chuckled quietly, shaking his head at his own daydream. Who am I kidding? Would my lazy ass even survive back then?

His thoughts were cut short when Ms. Zhang's voice snapped him back to reality. She was talking about life, which, judging by her enthusiasm, seemed to be her favorite subject.

Lin Mao rolled his eyes, already predicting the boring discussion to follow. But then, something caught his attention.

Ms. Zhang had turned to one of the nerds sitting at the front. "What do you think life is, Xi Ping?" she asked, her voice soft but serious.

Xi Ping, always the model student, stood up with an air of superiority. His posture was perfect, like a royal preparing to deliver a grand speech. He cleared his throat dramatically before answering.

"Uhmm... uhmm..." Xi Ping began, drawing out the pause as if he were crafting a deep, philosophical thought.

"Ms. Zhang, life is a series of choices that lead from birth to death," he declared, his voice firm and filled with conviction, as if he had just shared a profound truth with the world.

Ms. Zhang nodded approvingly, a small smile on her face. "Good. Well said, Xi Ping."

Xi Ping adjusted his glasses and looked around the room, soaking in the attention as if he had just received a Nobel Prize for his insights.

Lin Mao snorted. Oh, please. This guy couldn't be more full of himself.

Xi Ping caught his glance and immediately frowned, but Lin Mao didn't care. He simply leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms, not interested in joining the debate.

To him, life wasn't about following some predestined path—it was about doing whatever the hell you wanted, whenever you wanted.

Ms. Zhang's attention shifted back to the rest of the class. "Anyone else? What's your take on life?" she asked, her voice taking on a curious, almost childlike enthusiasm.

Lin Mao leaned forward, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Life is just a big joke. And we're all just puppets," he whispered to himself.

He didn't expect anyone to hear, but Xi Ping's nerdy ears immediately caught the mumble.

"What did you say, Lin Mao?" Xi Ping asked, daring Lin Mao to say it again.