What to Do When Beating Up a Fan Offline

Siwei Yan slowly retracted his index finger and looked down at Sarugaki Hiyori, who was struggling on the ground and trying to get up. He spoke calmly:

"The Kidō I just used had less than half of your spiritual pressure, yet it still defeated you."

"Do you know why?"

Hiyori strained to support herself with her hands, sat up, and glared up at Yan Siwei with fierce eyes. She opened her mouth, her voice filled with unwillingness:

"It shouldn't be like this! Lan Chuan said, 'A Shinigami's battle is a battle of spiritual pressure! As long as the spiritual pressure is strong enough, any ability based on 'rules' or 'changes' will lose its effect!'"

Although her expression was still angry, her tone involuntarily softened.

"Lan... Lan Chuan?!" Hearing that name, especially that familiar "famous quote," Siwei Yan's mind went "buzz," and he was momentarily stunned.

The muscles around his eyes twitched uncontrollably, and his peripheral vision subconsciously flickered towards the brown-haired youth standing quietly at the side, Aizen Sōsuke.

Damn it! Those were the lines I wrote! And it was Lan Chuan's pretentious quote when he defeated an old fogey in a spar at the academy!

Aizen was currently lowering his head slightly, making it impossible to see his expression.

Yan Siwei's mouth twitched fiercely twice as he forcibly pulled his gaze back to Hiyori on the ground:

This guy... could he be a fan of my book?!

Hiss! If I beat up a fan offline, how am I going to survive in this industry!

He quickly took two steps forward, squatted down, and extended his hand towards Hiyori, his tone becoming serious:

"The statement itself isn't wrong."

"Hmph! Then why did I lose!" Hiyori looked at the hand extended in front of her. After hesitating, she placed her own hand on it.

A gentle force pulled her up from the ground.

Although her body was still a bit weak, she stubbornly stood firm and immediately pulled her hand away from Yan Siwei.

Yan Siwei didn't mind. He retracted his hand and continued to explain:

"It's because, at the point I attacked you, the 'intensity' of the spiritual pressure condensed by my Kidō was far higher than the 'intensity' of your defense. That's all."

"Huh?" Hiyori tilted her head, her face displaying a clear "I don't understand at all."

Yan Siwei's expression was calm, like a patient teacher. He gestured with both hands in front of him:

"For example, let's say the total amount of spiritual pressure you unleashed just now was 10. But when you attacked, you subconsciously poured most of your spiritual pressure, about 6, into your hands and Zanpakuto to achieve maximum attack power."

"The remaining 4 units of spiritual pressure instinctively covered your entire body, serving as basic defense."

"Most people don't even realize the existence of this instinctive defense, let alone control it precisely."

His gaze swept over the graduating students listening with pricked ears behind him. Seeing their thoughtful expressions, a sense of satisfaction from "being a good teacher" arose, and he became more enthusiastic with his explanation:

"However, spreading these 4 units of spiritual pressure across your body doesn't mean every part of your body has a defense of 4."

He extended his finger and vaguely pointed at Hiyori's heart, neck, and other vital areas.

"You would instinctively allocate more spiritual pressure to protect these vital spots."

"And what I attacked was your thigh," Yan Siwei's finger moved to the outer side of her thigh.

"At that moment, the defensive spiritual pressure covering that area was probably only about 1."

"So, even though I only used Kidō with a spiritual pressure of about 2, concentrating it on one point was enough to easily break through your defense of only 1 there."

"In this situation, the spiritual pressure 'intensity' at my attack point was far higher than the spiritual pressure 'intensity' at your defense point. Understand?"

After speaking, he quietly looked at the blonde girl in front of him, and the confusion in his heart was resolved.

So, she's using this special method to get my attention because she likes my book?

Tsk, I hope I didn't go too hard just now. I can still win back this valuable reader...

Every reader who is willing to spend money to subscribe is the author's bread and butter! I can't afford to offend them!

Sarugaki Hiyori lowered her head slightly, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes. She mumbled in a voice as thin as a mosquito's, with a hint of reluctance:

"...Understood."

Yan Siwei's heart immediately relaxed.

That was close, looks like I managed to appease her.

But he felt that this wasn't enough. He had to provide some "fan service."

So, a smile that he considered dashing and gentle bloomed on his face, and he once again extended his hand towards Hiyori, this time with his palm facing up:

"If you have the latest issue of Soul Society Communication... I can give you an autograph? Of course, under my pen name."

Hiyori suddenly looked up, her eyes meeting Yan Siwei's handsome face, which was close at hand and held a lazy smile. She felt a rush of heat surge into her brain, and her small face instantly turned bright red.

She abruptly slapped Yan Siwei's hand away and roared with bared teeth:

"Wait, wait until you can publish a collected volume before you think about signing autographs for people, you bald guy!"

After shouting, she turned and bolted without looking back, shooting behind Captain Hikifune Kirio and hiding herself completely.

Yan Siwei: "..."

His outstretched hand froze mid-air, his smile petrified on his face.

Bald... bald guy?! She called me bald again?! Is this girl's eyesight