Ohayo, Junior

(The brain is already broken.)

At the school gate of Advanced Nurturing High School.

A boy with fresh, cropped hair stood straight with his backpack on, gazing up at the plaque above the gate.

[Welcome to the game where meritocracy reigns supreme.]

[The Deep Blue System will escort you on your journey.]

[Please feel free to show off and soar to your heart's content.]

[One hundred skill points have been issued; you may allocate them to various skills as you wish.]

[Note: Different skills require different amounts of skill points.]

"Hmm~ Hmph!"

Xia Mu hummed, closing his eyes to take a deep breath of the faint cherry blossom fragrance permeating the air.

He was a transmigrator with a system, but the system required him to arrive at this school before it could be activated.

And so, he had arrived.

With the top test score in the entire school, he had come to this vocational school, touted as the best in the world, as an international student.

A gentle breeze stirred his hair, revealing his strong-willed hairstyle.

"Xia Mu, we have finally arrived in the beautiful country of our dreams!!"

Standing beside Xia Mu was a stout, chubby guy named Zhu Xincheng, who was Xia Mu's good brother.

When he first heard that Xia Mu had the idea of studying abroad in Sakura Country, he had been heartbroken and cursed Xia Mu for not being patriotic.

But after becoming obsessed with 2D culture, he felt as if he had discovered a new world.

He didn't like Sakura Country, but he loved the girls of Sakura Country.

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

He didn't come here for anything else, only to ensure his excellent genes were passed on.

Logically speaking, a student like him would find it very difficult to get in here.

But, he had money.

He relied on the power of cash.

Money can make the devil turn the millstone.

Just then, a yellow-haired girl with a single ponytail walked up, carrying her school bag in one hand.

"Oh, ohayou, underclassman~"

At that moment, a smile that he deemed friendly squeezed onto Zhu Xincheng's face as he struck a pose resembling a salute, greeting the girl in slightly awkward Japanese with a hint of nervousness.

"Eww~"

Seeing his greasy cheeks, the female student was instantly disgusted; she wrapped her arms around herself and hurried into the school, determined to stay away from this lecherous man.

What a disgusting guy.

"Classmate, classmate, don't run away!"

Hearing the familiar word "pervert," Zhu Xincheng's body trembled; he felt incredibly comfortable and excitedly chased after her, shouting an explanation, "Classmate, I just played too much Genshin, that's why I subconsciously said that!"

"Don't be afraid, I really am a good person!"

"Pervert, pervert, pervert!!!"

The underclassman ran in front while Zhu Xincheng chased from behind, turning his head to shout at Xia Mu while running, "Little Xia, the Sakura girls are indeed shy, cute, and kawaii! Kaka, this is just great, we came to the right place!"

Seeing the strange gazes gathering from all around, Xia Mu's face darkened, and he felt so embarrassed that he could have clawed a prison out of the ground with his toes.

This damn fatty was an attention-grabber wherever he went.

He, on the other hand, was the opposite; he didn't like to act high-profile, nor did he like others disturbing his enjoyment of life.

However, this fatty would only be arrogant for a little while; in the coming days, he probably wouldn't be so lively.

This school was no ordinary vocational school; most of the students here were problematic.

Almost everyone had two faces, and this pampered young master who had never suffered would likely be crying and begging him for help soon.

However...

Xia Mu had a cheat code and held a god's-eye view.

Protecting him shouldn't be a problem.

Entering the school, the fatty had followed the girl's footsteps and disappeared somewhere.

Xia Mu couldn't be bothered to pay him any mind and went to report to his class on his own.

Not long after, the other party sent a message.

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

While he, himself, had been assigned to Class D, known as the concentration camp for problematic students.

"?" Xia Mu was somewhat puzzled.

As a gentle, kind, quiet, and helpful handsome youth like him, he couldn't understand what kind of problem he could possibly have.

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

After all, if things got really bad, he could just shout Deep Blue, add points to solve the problem.

After sitting down, he scanned the seating layout of the room.

He was sitting to the right of Horikita Suzune, which meant he was to the right of Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's right side.

In the future development of the story, these two could truly be described as being locked in a love-hate relationship.

And sitting to his right, buzzing like a fly, was Sudo Ken along with his group of bros.

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

If he wanted to ensure basic survival in this school, he had to max out his combat skills first.

The first style Xia Mu chose to learn was Wing Chun.

This martial art was excellent for building a foundation; once mastered to a high level, one's punches would be as swift as shadows and wind, carrying considerable power.

"Wing Chun, kung fu!?"

Just then, a clumsy attempt at Chinese sounded in Xia Mu's ear. He turned his head to see Yamauchi Haruki looking at him with a confused expression.

The next second, he clutched his stomach and burst into an earth-shattering laugh, drawing the attention of every student in the classroom.

"Hahahaha! Kung fu..."

"You're killing me, hahaha, kung fu? Could it possibly be better than Japanese martial arts?"

He mocked, hooking his arm around Xia Mu's neck, his face full of disdain and sarcasm. "If you're afraid of getting beaten up, call me 'Big Brother' three times, and I'll look after you from now on!"

Facing his provocation, Xia Mu's expression remained indifferent.

If he remembered correctly, this guy's personality in the original work was to belittle others to elevate himself.

He was the type who loved to shout and make a scene to attract attention, yet in reality, he had no presence at all.

He could be described as completely unremarkable, with no merits other than a terrible personality.

"Get lost."

Xia Mu shoved him away. At that moment, as the progress bar of the video reached its end, the skills on Xia Mu's system interface updated accordingly.

<strong>[Wing Chun]</strong> skill recorded (Not yet initiated)

<strong>[Upgrade?]</strong>

"Upgrade." Xia Mu confirmed without hesitation.

However, he decided to test the waters by upgrading it one level first.

<strong>[Spent three skill points, Wing Chun has been initiated.]</strong>

As the system prompt appeared, countless memories flooded into Xia Mu's mind.

In those memories, he started from the most basic horse stance and wooden dummy training, practicing diligently step by step.

By the third year, he had finally achieved initiation.

At this point, he could already handle ten Yamauchis.

"Huh? I was just joking, you actually pushed me? Isn't that a bit too much?"

Yamauchi yelled and shouted, his fists clenched tight, putting on a show of bravado but not daring to step forward.

The reason he acted this way was because he wanted others to think he wasn't someone to be trifled with.

But Xia Mu didn't seem like a pushover, which made him feel a bit uneasy.

Even so, his expression remained incredibly arrogant.

Xia Mu narrowed his eyes. If he wanted to, he could punch Yamauchi in the stomach right now to knock him flat, then step on his head, and unzip his pants to douse him in a stream of warm, golden tea brought from back home.

"Hey, school just started, are we really going to fight already?"

"Oh my, we're all classmates, let's keep the peace! Don't be angry, don't be angry!"

"Yeah, yeah, we have to spend three years together after all!"

The surrounding students began to mediate.

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

"Making such a scene right at the start of school, desperate to make the whole class aware of their existence. Childish."

Horikita Suzune's first impression of Yamauchi was extremely poor.

As for Xia Mu, he looked very calm, though it was hard to tell if he was truly that composed on the inside.

"Tap, tap, tap~"

Just as the atmosphere grew tense, the sound of high heels clicking against the floor echoed from outside the door.

Chabashira pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing the messy classroom, she frowned. "Everyone, return to your seats."

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

Yamauchi spat, wearing an expression of magnanimous forgiveness as if he were only sparing him for the teacher's sake, before sitting back down in his seat.

But in reality, his legs were trembling violently.

Scared the hell out of me. I almost thought a fight was going to break out, and I definitely couldn't take him...

He stood at one meter sixty-five, while Xia Mu was actually two heads taller than him, easily reaching around one meter eighty.

Aren't those yellow-skinned monkeys from Huaxia all around one meter sixty? Why is there a guy who's one meter eighty!?

At that moment, his worldview took a hit.

Xia Mu ignored him; from start to finish, he hadn't even spared Yamauchi a glance.

On the podium, Chabashira finished her self-introduction and began explaining the school's rules.

For instance, every student would be issued 100,000 points for living expenses upon enrollment (roughly equivalent to 5,000 Huaxia currency).

Xia Mu turned a deaf ear, continuing to study Wing Chun.

Suzune, who was pretending to read a book nearby, couldn't help but shake her head slightly when she saw Xia Mu looking down at his phone.

He doesn't even want to listen to the most basic rules. It seems he's just an arrogant student. He might have a bit of strength, but he can't be considered a person of talent.

In her eyes, no one was more impressive than her brother.

Afterward, the specialized mobile phones and points for use within the school were distributed.

"Alright, I've said everything I need to say."

"Take care of yourselves."

After finishing her speech, Chabashira swept her gaze across the classroom, left behind a cryptic remark, and turned to leave.

(The brain is already broken)

At the gate of Advanced Nurturing High School.

A boy with fresh, cropped hair stood straight with his backpack on, looking up at the plaque.

[Welcome to the game where meritocracy is supreme.]

[The Deep Blue System will escort you on your journey.]

[Please feel free to show off and soar to your heart's content.]

[100 skill points have been issued; you may allocate them to various skills as you wish.]

[Note: Different skills require different amounts of skill points.]

"Hmm~ Hmph!"

Xia Mu hummed, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath of the faint cherry blossom fragrance permeating the air.

He was a transmigrator with a system, but the system required him to arrive at this school to activate.

And so, he had come.

With the top test score in the entire school, he had arrived at this vocational school, touted as the best in the world, as an international student.

A gentle breeze stirred his hair, revealing his strong, protagonist-like hairstyle.

"Xia Mu, we've finally arrived in the beautiful country of our dreams!!"

Standing beside Xia Mu was a stout, chubby guy named Zhu Xincheng, Xia Mu's good brother.

When he first heard that Xia Mu had the idea of studying abroad in Sakura Country, he had been heartbroken and angrily scolded Xia Mu for not being patriotic.

But after he became obsessed with 2D culture, it was like discovering a new world.

He didn't like Sakura Country, but he loved the girls of Sakura Country.

On the way here, he had seen countless girls in JK skirts and had gotten excited several times.

He hadn't come here for anything else, only to ensure his excellent genes were passed on.

Logically speaking, a student like him would have had a hard time getting in here.

But he had money.

He relied on the power of cash.

Money can make the devil turn the millstone.

Just then, a yellow-haired girl with a single ponytail walked up, carrying her bag in one hand.

"Oh, ohayou, underclassman~"

At that moment, Zhu Xincheng squeezed a smile onto his face that he thought was friendly, made a gesture almost like a salute, and greeted the girl in slightly nervous, non-standard Japanese.

"Eww~"

Seeing his greasy cheeks, the female student was instantly disgusted. She hugged her arms and hurried into the school, determined to stay away from this lecherous man.

What a disgusting guy.

"Classmate, classmate, don't run away!"

Hearing that familiar word "pervert," Zhu Xincheng shuddered, feeling incredibly comfortable. He excitedly moved his legs to give chase, shouting an explanation, "Classmate, I just play too many original games, so I said that subconsciously!"

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

"Pervert, pervert, pervert!!!"

The underclassman ran in front while Zhu Xincheng chased from behind. As he ran, he turned his head to shout at Xia Mu, "Little Xia, the Japanese girls are indeed shy, cute, and kawaii. Kaka-ka, this is truly amazing, we came to the right place!"

Seeing the strange gazes gathering from all around, Xia Mu's face darkened. He was so embarrassed he felt like he could dig a prison out of the floor with his toes.

This fat guy was an attention-grabber no matter where he went.

He himself was the opposite; he didn't like acting high-profile, nor did he like others disturbing his enjoyment of life.

However, this fat guy would only be arrogant for this short period; in the coming days, he probably wouldn't be so lively.

This school was no ordinary vocational school; most of the students here were problem children.

Almost everyone had two faces. This young master who hadn't suffered any hardships would likely be crying and begging him for help soon.

However...

Xia Mu had a cheat, and he held the God's-eye view.

Protecting him shouldn't be a problem.

Upon entering the school, the fat guy had followed the girl's footsteps and flown off to who knows where.

Xia Mu couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him and went off to report to his own class on his own.

Before long, the other party sent a message.

To Xia Mu's surprise, the fat guy had actually been assigned to Class C.

And he himself had been assigned to Class D, known as the concentration camp for problem students.

"?" Xia Mu was somewhat puzzled.

As a gentle, kind, quiet, and helpful beautiful young man like him, what kind of problems could he possibly have? He didn't understand.

Oh well, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

Anyway, if worse came to worst, he could just shout "Deep Blue, add points" to solve the problem.

After sitting down, he scanned the seating layout around him.

He was sitting to the right of Horikita Suzune, which meant he was to the right of the right of Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

In the future development lines, these two could truly be described as loving each other while trying to kill each other.

And sitting to his right, babbling like a fly, was Sudo Ken and his group of good buddies.

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

If he wanted to ensure the most basic survival ability in this school, he had to max out his combat skills first.

The first thing Xia Mu chose to learn was Wing Chun.

This style of martial arts was excellent for building a foundation. Once practiced to a high level, one's punches would be as swift as shadows and wind, possessing considerable power.

"Wing Chun, kung fu!?"

Just at this moment, a clumsy Chinese phrase rang out by Xia Mu's ear. Turning his head, he saw Yamauchi Haruki looking at him with a puzzled expression.

The next second, he clutched his stomach and burst into a shocking peal of laughter, attracting the gazes of the students in the classroom.

"Hahahaha! Kung fu..."

"You're killing me, hahaha, kung fu? Can it be more powerful than Japanese martial arts?"

He mocked, hooking his arm around Xia Mu's neck, his face full of disdain and sarcasm, "If you're afraid of getting beaten up, call me 'Big Brother' three times, and I'll cover for you from now on!"

Xia Mu faced his provocation with a calm expression.

If he remembered correctly, this guy's personality in the original work was to belittle others to elevate himself.

He was the type who liked to shout and scream to attract attention but actually had no presence at all.

It could be said that he had no distinguishing features; other than having a terrible personality, he had no merits.

"Get lost."

Xia Mu pushed him away. At this moment, as the video progress bar reached the end, the skills on Xia Mu's system interface updated accordingly.

<strong>[Wing Chun]</strong> skill recorded (not yet initiated)

<strong>[Upgrade?]</strong>

"Upgrade." Xia Mu confirmed without hesitation.

However, he first upgraded it by one level to test the waters.

<strong>[Spent three skill points, Wing Chun has been initiated.]</strong>

As the system prompt appeared, countless memories flooded into Xia Mu's mind.

In these memories, he started from the most basic horse stance, hitting the wooden dummy, and practicing hard, step by step.

In the third year, he finally achieved initiation.

At this moment, he was already capable of taking on ten Yamauchi.

"Huh? I was just joking, and you actually pushed me? That's going too far, isn't it?"

Yamauchi shouted and hollered, his fists clenched tight, putting on a show of bravado but not daring to step forward.

The reason he acted this way was to make others think he wasn't someone to be trifled with.

But Xia Mu didn't seem like a pushover at all, which made him feel a bit uneasy.

Even so, his expression remained extremely arrogant.

Xia Mu narrowed his eyes; if he wanted to, he could punch Yamauchi in the stomach right now to knock him flat, then step on his head and unzip his pants to douse him with some warm yellow tea brought all the way from Huaxia.

"Hey, school just started, are we really going to fight already?"

"Oh my, we're all classmates, let's keep the peace! Don't be angry, don't be angry!"

"Yeah, yeah! We're going to be spending the next three years together!"

The surrounding students chimed in to mediate.

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

"Making such a scene right at the start of school, desperate to make the whole class aware of your existence—how childish."

Horikita Suzune's first impression of Yamauchi was abysmal.

As for Xia Mu, he looked very calm, though it was unclear if he was truly that composed on the inside.

"Clack, clack, clack~"

Just as the tension reached a breaking point, the sound of high heels clicking against the floor echoed from outside the door.

Chabashira pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing the chaotic classroom, she frowned, "Everyone, get back to your seats."

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

Yamauchi spat, wearing an expression of "I'm only letting you off for the teacher's sake," and sat back in his seat.

But in reality, his legs were shaking violently.

Scared the hell out of me, I almost thought a fight was going to break out. I definitely couldn't beat him...

He was only 1.65 meters tall, while Xia Mu was two heads taller than him, likely around 1.80 meters.

Aren't those yellow-skinned monkeys from Huaxia all around 1.60 meters? Why is there a guy who's 1.80 meters tall!?

At this moment, his worldview had been shattered.

Xia Mu ignored him; from start to finish, he hadn't even looked at Yamauchi.

On the podium, Chabashira finished her self-introduction and proceeded to explain the school's rules.

For instance, every student would be issued 100,000 points for living expenses upon enrollment (roughly equivalent to 5,000 Huaxia currency).

Xia Mu turned a deaf ear, continuing to study Wing Chun.

Beside him, Suzune, who was pretending to read, couldn't help but shake her head slightly after seeing Xia Mu looking down at his phone.

He doesn't even want to listen to the most basic rules. It seems he's just an arrogant student. He might have a bit of strength, but he can't be considered a person of talent.

In her eyes, no one was more impressive than her brother.

Afterward, the specialized phones and points for use within the school were distributed.

"Alright, I've said everything I need to say."

"I suggest you all take care of yourselves."

After finishing, Chabashira swept her gaze across the classroom, left a cryptic remark, and turned to leave.