[Wing Chun Demon]

After Chabashira-sensei left, Xia Mu picked up his schoolbag and left the classroom too, clearly with no intention of talking to the others.

In fact, Xia Mu might have understood them better than they understood themselves.

"Tch! You're lucky you ran off. Otherwise, I'd have given you a good beating!"

Only after Xia Mu had disappeared from sight did Yamauchi wave his fist and swagger around.

His brainless display attracted the attention of Ken Sudō, Kanji, and the others, who were just as simple-minded and brawn-over-brains as he was.

Birds of a feather flock together.

"Clap, clap, clap!"

Yosuke Hirata watched Xia Mu leave, furrowed his brow slightly, then clapped his hands. A brilliant smile spread across his face. "Everyone, we've only just arrived at this school, and we don't know one another very well yet. I suggest we all introduce ourselves!"

Horikita Suzune also chose to leave without paying Hirata any attention. So did Takadaji, who looked thoroughly self-assured. "I'm not going to play some boring game like that with you."

Xia Mu had only just gone downstairs when Zhu Xincheng was already waiting for him.

He looked incredibly excited, brimming with anticipation for their school life ahead. "Xia, this is awesome, just awesome! There are so many pretty cherry-blossom girls at this school!"

"And they all look so easy to fool. Way better than those girls back home who start throwing around accusations of sexism at the drop of a hat!" (I don't mean to start a fight.)

"Oh?" Xia Mu shot him a sidelong glance, then suddenly gave him a strange smile. "I hope you're still this excited a month from now."

It was true that there were plenty of pretty cherry-blossom girls, but most of them had a few little issues.

Xia Mu didn't tell him, though. That would only get him even more excited.

He could find out for himself.

He'd soon realize what made this place different from other schools.

As long as nobody suffered a serious injury or died, the teachers generally didn't interfere much.

"Of course! I'm Zhu Xincheng, the man who's full of energy every single day, loves beautiful women and life, charms everyone he meets, makes flowers bloom wherever he goes and cars crash when they see him, and is the most handsome, richest, and most awesome man in the universe!!"

Zhu Xincheng fussed with his flashy hair and introduced himself with shameless self-deprecation.

In reality, none of those things described him.

Except for loving beautiful women and having the boundless energy of someone who'd taken an aphrodisiac.

"Wow, Xia, aren't you excited about what's coming, even a little?"

As they headed toward the convenience store, Zhu Xincheng asked Xia Mu, "Don't you want to pass on our excellent Yanhuang genes to the cherry-blossom girls?!"

Xia Mu's mouth twitched as he glanced around.

Thankfully, the two of them were speaking Chinese. Otherwise, if any of the students nearby had heard them, they might've labeled them both perverts.

"Could you stop spouting this shameless crap all the time?"

"Foreigners will think we can't get a girl otherwise..."

Xia Mu's words only made Zhu Xincheng more excited. "Then let's fight! Show them what the descendants of Huaxia can do!!"

His voice was as loud as a pig's squeal when its throat was slit. The fat on his face shook, drawing shocked looks from the students around them.

Xia Mu's forehead was suddenly covered in black lines.

How had he ended up friends with a guy like this, and gone to the same school as him from elementary school all the way to now?

"Konnichiwa, classmates!"

"Ohayō!"

"Sayonara!"

All along the way, he greeted every cherry-blossom girl they passed, but between his awful Japanese and his excessively handsome face, the response he got was almost always the same: eye rolls, a muttered "pervert," and a hurried retreat.

Being called a pervert didn't make Zhu Xincheng feel ashamed. If anything, he seemed even more invigorated.

This guy definitely had a bit of a thing for that sort of treatment.

What surprised Xia Mu, though, was that one girl responded to Zhu Xincheng with a gentle smile and a slight nod.

Zhu Xincheng was so excited he nearly started a fight right there.

Xia Mu knew that girl.

She was Shiina from Class C, a white-haired girl with a gentle personality who disliked fighting.

Well... she was a lot like him.

"Wow, Xia, look! Whoo! Those legs! So pale! Slurp!"

"They smell so nice. Did they use some kind of love potion?"

"Hold it! You're trying to seduce me, aren't you? You must be after my money!"

Zhu Xincheng kept shouting all the way there, making Xia Mu feel so embarrassed that he rewarded him with a punch. "That's enough. Go back to the dorm and practice your Japanese before you try showing off."

"Show off!?"

"Show off!"

Zhu Xincheng's eyes widened. "You want a Fiji Cup?"

As he spoke, he climbed onto Xia Mu's shoulders, trembling with excitement. "Xia, you've grown up!"

"Okay, I'll go buy you one right now!"

With that, he scampered off toward the snack aisle.

Xia Mu was speechless, but couldn't help wanting to laugh. "Get lost!"

After quickly buying some daily necessities, the two returned to the dorm.

The fatty had bought a ton of snacks. Using "You're already so skinny, you need to eat more fatty snacks and put on some weight" as his excuse, he forced a pile of them on Xia Mu.

It wasn't as if he liked eating them.

Still, the fatty had always been a great friend to him.

He'd even been better than the female leads in novels, looking out for him with his money from the time they were kids.

Of course, Xia Mu had returned the favor with his own copy abilities, saving him from getting beaten by his father.

The dorm wasn't big, but it had all the essentials: a washing machine, a desk, and a two-meter-wide soft bed.

Back home, you'd need to be a graduate student or an international student to get accommodations like this.

As Xia Mu unpacked, he found the snacks Zhu Xincheng had left for him and suddenly noticed an enormous sausage.

He pulled it out and saw a note attached: [Xia, the school doesn't sell adult products, so use this for now. Hang in there. Once I make it big, I'll buy you a Hatsune Miku one.]

[Signed, Daddy.]

"Damn it, fatty!"

Xia Mu's mouth twitched as he swore at the top of his lungs.

Then he locked the door, took off his jacket, and eagerly flopped onto the bed. Rubbing his hands together, his eyes gleamed with excitement. "Come on, Deep Blue. Show me what you can do."

He then put his Skill Points into Wing Chun again.

[Five Skill Points consumed. Wing Chun has reached proficiency.]

Along with that came memories of five more years of hard training, following the time he'd spent learning the basics of Wing Chun.

Xia Mu closed his eyes and felt the moves and techniques echoing through his mind.

At that moment, all he wanted to do was shout, "I can take on ten!"

Of course, he didn't want the girl next door to find out he was a pervert—no, to think he was a pervert—so he forced himself to hold it in.

"This time, take it straight to mastery!"

He gave Deep Blue the order in his mind.

[Twenty Skill Points consumed. Wing Chun has reached perfection. Continue adding points?]

This time, the memories flooding into Xia Mu's mind were even more explosive.

In them, he was a Wing Chun grandmaster who had trained relentlessly for nearly thirty years.

He instinctively raised a pillow and threw a vicious punch.

That punch packed thirty years of power!

"Bang!!!"

Feathers drifted all over the room. Xia Mu's punch had blown the pillow apart.

Through the gaps between the feathers, Xia Mu's face took on the air of a grandmaster.

Xia Mu let out a slight sigh of relief.

At least now, he had a little ability to protect himself.

With his skill maxed out, he was about as strong as Master Ip.

But he remembered the system had said he could keep adding points...

Xia Mu turned his attention back to the system, wondering what would happen if he added more.

"Should I try it?"

"What if I waste them?"

"But if I don't try, I won't be satisfied..."

Deep in Xia Mu's heart, it was as though a demon was tempting him. Give it a try. It's not like you can't get more Skill Points.

But if you don't add them now, you'll have to wait until next time.

"Damn it, what's there to be afraid of? Keep adding points!" Xia Mu steeled himself, unable to resist in the end.

Otherwise, his curiosity would keep gnawing at him.

"Deep Blue, pour on the points! Show me your limits!"

With a thunderous shout, Xia Mu gave the order in his mind.

[Thirty Skill Points consumed. Through your tireless practice, your Wing Chun has evolved.]

[You have acquired Wing Chun [Demon].]