Those Years When I Was Cultivating Immortality

My name is Shen Yu, I am twelve years old. If I hadn't been taking Chinese language classes, I would have almost believed that I was a genius. What? There is a child prodigy in the next village. He is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. He is obviously of the same age, so he did not want to attack him by reducing the dimensionality! ! Ha? There is also a strange classmate in the class. He is wrapped up tightly all day long. He keeps mumbling words that no one can understand. He likes to be dazed in the rain and always looks up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. Is this world too normal?