The Chūnibyō Inflated Boy Su Xuan

Su Xuan thought it over and decided he still had to rely on himself.

He came to the familiar study. This place had accompanied him for four years, so Su Xuan knew it inside and out.

Su Xuan quickly found the object that gleamed brilliantly from the golden-light perspective.

It was one of the Chinese classics Su Xuan had copied down before, the Daoist supreme classic, the Classic of the Way and its Virtue.

Su Xuan frowned. He already knew this book backward and forward, yet nothing had ever happened. He had once placed great hopes on this classic, which held the highest status among Daoists, but had ultimately returned disappointed.

Now, Su Xuan sneered.

A good horse never grazed on old pasture.

I'm not that naïve little kid anymore. Classic of the Way and its Virtue, you've already lost this adorable little kid.

Then Su Xuan picked up the classic again, preparing to grind this book that had broken his heart into dust.

But the instant his hand touched the ordinary paper, the golden light in his sea of consciousness flared. The sky of Su Xuan's sea of consciousness seemed to burst into flames.

Streams of golden light flowed from Su Xuan's eyes onto the ordinary paper in his hand. The paper was nothing special; in less than a second, it was blasted apart.

The paper turned to ash, but the words remained. The golden light in Su Xuan's eyes condensed into the scripture of the Classic of the Way and its Virtue.

The scripture floated in the air, and Su Xuan could only feel that the golden text contained endless knowledge.

The floating golden text continued to be forged by Su Xuan's golden light, its color becoming ever more resplendent and dazzling.

Seventy or eighty percent of the golden light in Su Xuan's head vanished.

The scripture seemed to have drunk its fill and shot straight into Su Xuan's sea of consciousness, imprinting itself upon the sky.

Within Su Xuan's sea of consciousness, with the supports above diminished, it had shrunk to one percent of its former size. What had once been an ocean-like sea of consciousness was now merely a tiny lake, but it was far more condensed.

Even after entering his sea of consciousness, the scripture of the Classic of the Way and its Virtue refused to settle down. Golden light erupted within it, and vast amounts of paper flew up from Su Xuan's room. They were all Daoist classics. The pages burned with golden flames, transforming into golden text and flying into Su Xuan's sea of consciousness.

The Nanhua Sutra, Chongxu True Scripture, Tongxuan True Scripture, I Ching Concordance, Scripture of Great Peace, Big Dipper Sutra, Baopuzi, Yinfu Sutra, Qingjing Sutra—so many, so many. Even Su Xuan himself could not remember how many Daoist classics he had copied from memory, and now they had all entered his sea of consciousness.

Su Xuan was speechless and helpless. He could not move throughout the entire process. He, Su Xuan, the good horse who did not graze on old pasture, had been forcibly given a wave of cheats by his own "golden finger." But the internet had a saying: life was like rape—if you couldn't resist, then enjoy it.

Su Xuan lay stiff as a salted fish.

At this moment, the Classic of the Way and its Virtue had withdrawn its divine might and slowly calmed down.

Su Xuan lay there stiffly for a long while before finally regaining control of his body.

After briefly checking his sea of consciousness, Su Xuan's little face was unable to hide his delight, yet he spoke viciously.

"Damn it, is this the law of true fragrance? How terrifying."

Dao Scripture—the supreme Daoist classic formed by uniting all Daoist treasures, using the Classic of the Way and its Virtue as its guiding principle and the many Daoist classics as its framework, a legendary scripture running through the spirit of the Daoist school.

Description: Those who cultivate the Dao Scripture receive the blessing of golden light. At profound levels, it can break all laws in the world.

Simple, crude, and overwhelmingly domineering.

Su Xuan understood the thought process of cheat-wielding big shots.

It was that straightforward—telling everyone, I'm a cheater. I'm just that awesome.

Feeling that his cheat had finally achieved a substantial breakthrough, breaking all laws in the world.

Six-year-old Su Xuan wept tears of joy.

He thought, sure enough, rainbows always came after storms.

Su Xuan suddenly felt that going godlike and stealing the enemy base did not seem so difficult after all.

Sure enough, the netizens from his previous life had not lied to him. If you thought a game was too hard to clear, then buy a cheat.

With a cheat, Su Xuan the cheater suddenly felt that the future was bright.

"What's the difference between a person without dreams and a salted fish?"

Su Xuan looked excited as he roared loudly.

"I am Su Xuan! Man can conquer heaven! I will become godlike! I will steal their base!"

Down in the kitchen, Gu Yuena was happily cooking noodles.

Suddenly, a piercing voice reached her ears.

Gu Yuena looked puzzled. Why did that sound so much like her brother's voice?

But when she had left, her brother had clearly still been catching up on sleep.

Worried about Su Xuan, Gu Yuena decided to set cooking aside for the moment and go upstairs to see what her brother was doing.

The pink room was large, but Su Xuan was clearly not there. Gu Yuena was a little angry. This brother of hers really did not let his cutest, cutest little sister rest easy.

He had only just woken from a coma, and his body was still weak, yet he was already running around everywhere.

Gu Yuena decided that once she found Su Xuan, she would give him a proper scolding as his little sister.

She searched and searched. It was too big—this house was truly too big.

Gu Yuena walked for a long time before finally hearing her brother's voice from the study. It sounded rather noisy too. What was going on?

Gu Yuena entered the room and froze. Her little face gradually reddened. She raised a hand to her mouth to hide how wide it had opened, and incidentally block her view, but she still could not resist peeking.

What had happened?

Su Xuan's current outfit was simply a little too bold.

At around 1.4 meters tall, he was already quite tall for his age, though he was still a little runt.

However, Su Xuan's leg proportions were remarkably perfect, so his figure was still pleasing to the eye.

Su Xuan wore nothing but a pair of large shorts. His lean yet well-defined chest was fully exposed, and his shapely calves were equally alluring. His skin was better than that of most girls, smooth and delicate.

His appearance was also extremely "cool." His white shirt had been casually stripped off and flung onto the floor.

His expression said, lonely at the top, invincibility was such solitude and loneliness. Naturally, Lord Su Xuan could not be without a pose at a time like this.

Su Xuan had his left foot on a stool and his right foot on the table. His left hand braced against his knee, while his right held a rolled-up book. His expression was utterly unrestrained, filled with the arrogance of a cheater, wild beyond compare.

This was the story of a six-year-old transmigrated boy who had endured four bitter years, countless disappointments, and countless failures before finally obtaining a cheat. Everyone should be a little more tolerant of his behavior.

Compared to ordinary people, Su Xuan's personality was rather freewheeling and uninhibited. Put nicely, he was like a dashing famous scholar from the Wei and Jin eras. Put bluntly, he was severely chūnibyō.

Using the book as a microphone, Su Xuan began his "Douluo Continent version" of an "otherworldly personal concert."

There was only one audience member, his sister Gu Yuena. Of course, Su Xuan was in an extreme state of excitement at the moment, his mind wholly immersed in the thrill of becoming a generation of cheat-wielders. He did not realize in the slightest that his sister had entered the room.

"'He said, what does this little pain in the wind and rain amount to? Wipe away your tears, don't be afraid, at least we still have dreams. He said, what does this little pain in the wind and rain amount to...'"

Unable to watch any longer, Gu Yuena could not resist reminding Su Xuan of her presence. She said softly:

"Brother..."

Su "completely unresponsive" Xuan even flicked the bangs before his forehead, trying to look cool.

Gu Yuena could only remind him again.

Su "still completely unresponsive" Xuan this time pounded his chest hard, looking like an ape-man.

Gu Yuena's little face was no longer red. Instead, it turned utterly dark. This stupid brother.

With a wave of Gu Yuena's little hand, a small patch of dark cloud appeared above Su Xuan's head.

It thoroughly extinguished Lord Su Xuan's passion for singing.

Su Xuan turned his head and saw Gu Yuena's dark expression.

After a moment of silence, he lowered his head and looked at how he was dressed.

He asked softly:

"Little sis, when did you get here?"

Gu Yuena was somewhat impatient.

"I saw you singing, flipping your hair, and reverting to apehood. And although I didn't see it, I can imagine that when you took off your clothes, you probably just tore them off directly."

What was it like to have a smart little sister with clear logic and a talent for noticing details?

Su Xuan fell straight backward and fainted. His final thought was:

"Mom, I want to move to another city and start over."