Ohayo, Junior

(My brain was already broken)

At the gates of Advanced Nurturing High School.

A boy with neat, tousled short hair stood straight with his backpack on, gazing up at the school sign.

[Welcome to a game where strength reigns supreme.]

[The Deep Blue System will have your back.]

[Feel free to show off and soar.]

[One hundred Skill Points have been issued. You may spend them on any skills you like.]

[Note: Different skills require different amounts of Skill Points.]

"Mm~ Hng!"

Xia Mu hummed, eyes closed, and breathed deeply, inhaling the faint fragrance of cherry blossoms that filled the air.

He was a transmigrator with a system, but the system required him to come to this school before it could activate.

So here he was.

He had come to this school, reputed to be the best vocational high school in the world, with the highest test score in the entire school, as an international student.

The breeze ruffled his hair, revealing a hairstyle fit for a strong man.

"Xia Mu, we've finally made it to the beautiful country of our dreams!!"

Standing beside Xia Mu was a burly, overweight guy named Zhu Xincheng, his good friend.

When he heard Xia Mu was thinking of studying in Sakura Country, Zhu Xincheng had angrily berated him for being unpatriotic.

But after getting into anime, he felt as if he'd discovered a whole new world.

He might not like Sakura Country, but he sure liked its girls.

On the way here, he'd seen countless girls wearing short JK skirts and had gotten excited several times.

He'd come here for one reason and one reason only: to pass on his superior genes.

Normally, it would have been difficult for a student like him to get into this school.

But he had money.

He'd relied on the power of money.

With enough money, even a millstone could be made to turn.

Just then, a blonde girl with her hair in a single ponytail approached, carrying her schoolbag in one hand.

"Oh, ohayo, junior~"

At that moment, Zhu Xincheng's face stretched into what he considered a friendly smile. He made a gesture that was almost a salute, then greeted the girl in somewhat awkward, unsteady Japanese.

"Eugh~"

The sight of his greasy face instantly disgusted the girl. She wrapped her arms around herself and hurried into the school, determined to get away from that creep.

What a disgusting guy.

"Hey, hey, don't run!"

Hearing the familiar word "pervert," Zhu Xincheng shivered, feeling oddly pleased. He excitedly ran after her, loudly explaining, "I just played too many dating sims, so I said that without thinking!"

"Don't be scared! I'm really a good person!"

"Pervert! Pervert! Pervert!!!"

The junior ran ahead while Zhu Xincheng chased after her. As he ran, he turned back to shout to Xia Mu, "Xiao Xia, Sakura girls really are shy, cute, and kawaii! Heh heh heh, this is amazing! We came to the right place!"

When he noticed the strange looks gathering around them, Xia Mu's face darkened. He was so embarrassed he could have dug a whole prison out of the ground with his toes.

That fatso drew attention wherever he went.

Xia Mu was the opposite. He didn't like drawing attention or having people interrupt him while he enjoyed life.

Still, that fatso would only be acting cocky for a little while. Xia Mu figured he wouldn't be so lively in the days to come.

This school wasn't an ordinary vocational school. Most of its students were troublemakers.

Nearly everyone had two faces. That pampered young master who'd never known hardship would probably be crying and begging Xia Mu for help before long.

But...

Xia Mu had a cheat and the advantage of knowing how the story would unfold.

He shouldn't have any trouble looking after himself.

Once inside the school, the fatso had followed the girl off somewhere, and Xia Mu had no idea where.

Xia Mu couldn't be bothered with him. He found his classroom and checked in by himself.

A little while later, the other guy messaged him.

To Xia Mu's surprise, the fatso had been assigned to Class C.

He, meanwhile, had been placed in Class D, supposedly a gathering place for problem students.

"?" Xia Mu was confused.

He was a gentle, kind, quiet, and helpful young man. What could possibly be wrong with him? He didn't understand.

Oh well. Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it.

If all else failed, he could just shout, "Deep Blue, spend my points!" and solve the problem.

After sitting down, he looked around at the arrangement of the seats.

He was seated to Horikita Suzune's right, which put him one seat to the right of Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

In the story's future, those two would have a truly love-hate relationship.

Sitting to his right and chattering away like a fly were Sudo Ken and his group of buddies.

The teacher hadn't arrived yet, so Xia Mu opened his phone and searched online for kung fu videos.

If he wanted to ensure he could survive at this school, he first needed to max out his fighting skills.

The first style Xia Mu studied was Wing Chun.

It was excellent for building a foundation. With enough practice, its punches became as swift as shadows and wind, and packed a powerful punch.

"Wing Chun, kung fu!?"

Just then, a broken voice in Chinese sounded beside Xia Mu. He turned to see Yamauchi Haruki staring at him in confusion.

The next second, Yamauchi clutched his stomach and burst into uproarious laughter, drawing the attention of everyone in the classroom.

"Hahahahaha! Kung fu..."

"I'm dying, hahaha! Kung fu? Is it even as good as Japanese martial arts?"

As he mocked Xia Mu, he draped an arm around his neck. His face was full of disdain and ridicule. "If you're afraid of getting beaten up, call me big bro three times, and I'll protect you from now on!"

Xia Mu met his provocation with a calm expression.

If he remembered correctly, Yamauchi's personality in the original story revolved around putting others down to make himself look better.

He liked shouting to draw attention, but in reality, no one paid him much mind.

He was utterly unremarkable. Aside from his awful personality, he had no redeeming qualities.

"Get lost."

Xia Mu shoved him away. At that moment, the video reached its end, and the skill on the system interface updated as well.

[Wing Chun skill recorded (Uninitiated)]

[Upgrade?]

"Upgrade." Xia Mu confirmed without hesitation.

But first, he raised it by one level to test it out.

[Three Skill Points spent. Wing Chun has reached the Beginner level.]

As soon as the system's prompt appeared, a flood of memories surged into Xia Mu's mind.

In those memories, he began with the most basic exercises: horse stance, wooden dummies, and painstakingly practicing each move, one by one.

By the third year, he had finally reached the Beginner level.

At this point, he could already take on ten Yamauchis.

"Huh? I was just joking around. You actually shoved me? That's way out of line, isn't it?"

Yamauchi shouted, his fists clenched tight as he tried to look intimidating, but he didn't dare approach.

He was doing this because he wanted everyone to think he wasn't someone to mess with.

But Xia Mu didn't seem like a pushover, which made Yamauchi feel a little unsure of himself.

Even so, he kept up his arrogant act.

Xia Mu narrowed his eyes. If he wanted to, he could punch Yamauchi in the stomach right now and knock him flat, then plant a foot on his head, undo his pants, and douse him with a stream of warm yellow tea he'd brought from back home.

"Hey, it's only the first day of school. Are you two really going to fight?"

"Come on, you're classmates. It's better to get along! Don't be mad, don't be mad!"

"Yeah, you'll be spending the next three years together!"

The students around them tried to break up the argument.

Only Horikita Suzune and Ayanokoji Kiyotaka watched coldly from the sidelines.

"Making a scene on the first day, desperate for the whole class to notice him. How childish."

Horikita Suzune's first impression of Yamauchi was terrible.

As for Xia Mu, he seemed pretty calm. She just didn't know whether he was as strong on the inside as he appeared.

"Click, click, click~"

Just as the air grew tense, the sound of high heels striking the floor rang out in the hallway.

Chabashira-sensei pushed open the door and entered. Seeing the messy classroom, she frowned. "All of you, get back to your seats."

"Tch, I'll let you off this time!"

Yamauchi spat, his face wearing a magnanimous expression that said he was only letting Xia Mu off because the teacher was there. Then he returned to his seat.

But in truth, his legs were shaking badly.

That scared me to death. I thought we were going to fight. I can't beat him...

He was only five foot five, while Xia Mu was two heads taller, probably around six feet.

Weren't the yellow-skinned monkeys from Huaxia all around five foot three? Why was there a guy who was six feet tall!?

At that moment, his understanding of the world took a hit.

Xia Mu paid him no attention. From start to finish, he hadn't taken Yamauchi seriously.

At the podium, Chabashira-sensei introduced herself, then went on to explain the school's rules.

For example, every student received 100,000 points for living expenses upon enrollment, roughly equivalent to 5,000 Huaxia yuan.

Xia Mu paid no attention and continued studying Wing Chun.

Suzune, pretending to read beside him, saw him looking down at his phone and shook her head slightly.

He couldn't even be bothered to listen to the most basic rules. He was just an arrogant student. Perhaps he had a little ability, but he didn't seem particularly talented.

In her eyes, no one was better than her except her older brother.

After that, the school-issued phones and points were handed out.

"All right, I've told you everything I needed to."

"Do as you see fit."

After finishing her speech, Chabashira-sensei swept her gaze around the classroom and left with a meaningful parting remark.