Wing Chun Demon

Seeing Chabashira leave, Xia Mu also grabbed his school bag and walked out of the classroom, clearly having no intention of socializing with this group of people.

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

"Tch! You're lucky you ran fast, otherwise I would've definitely given you a good beating!"

Once Xia Mu had gradually disappeared from his line of sight, Yamauchi waved his fist and boasted triumphantly.

His brainless act attracted the attention of Ken Sudo, Kanji, and others who were similarly simple-minded and brawny.

Indeed, birds of a feather flock together.

"Clap, clap, clap!"

Watching Xia Mu leave, Yosuke Hirata frowned slightly, then clapped his hands with a brilliant smile on his face, "Everyone, we have just arrived at this school and aren't familiar with each other yet. I propose that we all introduce ourselves!"

Horikita Suzune, who had also chosen to leave immediately without paying any attention to Hirata, and Takadaji, who wore a look of confidence, both thought, I wouldn't dream of playing such a boring game with you people.

Just as Xia Mu reached the ground floor, Zhu Xincheng was already waiting for him.

He looked extremely excited, full of anticipation for his future school life, "Little Xia, this is so awesome, so awesome! There are so many beautiful Japanese girls in this school!"

"And they all look so easy to trick, much better than those girls back home who start shouting about feminism at the drop of a hat!" (No intent to incite conflict.)

"Oh?" Xia Mu glanced at him sideways and suddenly revealed a strange smile, "I hope you're still this excited a month from now."

While it was true that there were many beautiful Japanese girls, most of them actually had some minor issues.

However, Xia Mu didn't tell him, as that would only make him even more excited.

It was better to let him experience it for himself.

Soon, he would realize the difference between this place and other schools outside.

As long as no one was seriously injured or killed, the teachers basically didn't interfere.

"Of course! I am the one and only, beloved by all, heartthrob of the streets, super invincible, ultra-rich, and badass handsome guy, Zhu Xincheng!!"

Zhu Xincheng styled his flashy hair and self-deprecatingly boasted.

In reality, he didn't fit any of those descriptions at all.

Except for his love of beautiful women and his boundless energy, as if he were constantly on aphrodisiacs.

"Wow, Little Xia, aren't you looking forward to the life ahead at all?"

As they walked toward the convenience store, Zhu Xincheng asked Xia Mu, "Don't you want to inject our superior Yanhuang genes into these Japanese girls!?"

Hearing this, the corner of Xia Mu's mouth twitched slightly as he scanned his surroundings.

It was fortunate that they were speaking in Chinese; otherwise, if the surrounding students heard them, they might be labeled as perverts.

"Can you stop spouting this shameless nonsense all day long?"

"If foreigners heard you, they'd think we couldn't afford to marry girls back home..."

Hearing Xia Mu's words, Zhu Xincheng became even more agitated, "Then let's fight! Let them see the power of the descendants of Huaxia!!"

His voice, as loud as a pig with its throat slit, caused the fat on his face to tremble, attracting shocked gazes from a crowd of students nearby.

Black lines immediately crawled across Xia Mu's forehead.

How on earth did he become friends with such a person and stay in the same school from elementary school until now?

"Konnichiwa, classmate!"

"Ohayou!"

"Sayounara!"

Along the way, he kept frantically greeting the Japanese girls passing by, but between his broken Japanese and his overly prominent appearance, the responses he received were basically a uniform roll of the eyes and a whispered "pervert" before they hurried away.

After being insulted, Zhu Xincheng didn't feel ashamed at all; instead, he felt even more refreshed.

This guy definitely had some kind of fetish.

But to Xia Mu's surprise, one girl smiled gently and nodded in response to Zhu Xincheng.

It excited Zhu Xincheng so much he almost started dancing on the spot.

Xia Mu recognized that girl.

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

Hmm... she was a lot like him.

"Wow, Little Xia, look! Woohoo! Thighs, so white, slurp!"

"They really smell so good, did they use some kind of love potion?"

"How bold, trying to seduce this young master! It must be for my fortune!"

Zhu Xincheng was shouting and hollering the whole way, making Xia Mu feel deeply embarrassed, so he couldn't help but reward him with a punch, "Enough, you'd better go back to the dorm and practice your Japanese before you try to show off."

"Show off!?"

"Off!?"

Hearing this, Zhu Xincheng widened his eyes, "Are you talking about a Fiji Cup?"

As he spoke, he climbed onto Xia Mu's shoulder with trembling hands, "Xia, you've grown!"

"Alright, Daddy will go buy it for you right now!"

With that, he trotted off on his short legs, sprinting all the way toward the snack aisle.

Xia Mu was speechless, yet he couldn't help but want to laugh, "Get lost!"

After hurriedly finishing their shopping for daily necessities, the two returned to their dormitory.

The fatty had bought a mountain of snacks, insisting that "you're so thin, you need to eat more fatty snacks to bulk up," and forced a whole pile of them onto Xia Mu.

He didn't even like eating them.

However, the fatty was truly incredible to him.

He was even better than a female lead in a novel; ever since they were kids, he had always used his "money power" to look after him.

Of course, Xia Mu also repaid him with his own "copying power," saving him from many beatings by his old man.

The dorm wasn't large, but it was fully equipped with everything one would need: a washing machine, desks, and two-meter-wide soft beds.

If this were back home, only graduate students or international students would get this kind of treatment.

When Xia Mu was tidying up his things and came across the snacks Zhu Xincheng had left for him, he suddenly discovered a massive sausage.

He pulled it out and saw a note stuck to it: [Xia, the school doesn't sell adult products. Just make do with this for now. Hang in there, and once I hit it big later, I'll buy you a Hatsune Miku model.]

[Signed, Daddy.]

"Screw you, you dead fatty!"

Xia Mu's mouth twitched as he cursed out loud.

Afterward, he locked the door, took off his jacket, and couldn't wait to lie down on the bed, rubbing his hands together as his eyes glowed with excitement, "Come on, Deep Blue, let me see what you can do."

He then proceeded to dump his skill points into Wing Chun.

[Consumed five skill points, Wing Chun reached Mastery.]

Accompanying this was the memory of having practiced diligently for five years following his initial entry into Wing Chun.

Xia Mu closed his eyes, feeling the techniques and strikes echoing through his mind.

At this moment, he just wanted to shout, "I want to fight ten!"

Of course, to avoid being discovered by the girl next door as a pervert—oh wait, to avoid her thinking he was a pervert—he forced himself to hold it in.

"This time, let's go straight to Perfection!"

He issued the command to Deep Blue in his mind.

[Consumed twenty skill points, Wing Chun has reached Perfection. Do you wish to continue adding points?]

This time, what flooded into Xia Mu's mind was an explosive amount of memory.

In his recollections, he was like a grandmaster of Wing Chun, having practiced the art bitterly for nearly thirty years.

Subconsciously, he raised his pillow and threw a fierce punch.

This punch carried a full thirty years of cultivation!

"BANG!!!"

Feathers filled the air, drifting throughout the room as the pillow was blown apart by Xia Mu's punch.

Looking at Xia Mu's face through the gaps in the feathers, one could see a hint of a grandmaster's aura.

Xia Mu let out a slight sigh of relief.

With this, he finally had a little bit of self-preservation ability.

Now that it was maxed out, his strength was roughly on par with Master Ip.

However, he remembered the system prompt mentioning that he could continue adding points...

Xia Mu's gaze refocused on the system, wondering what would happen if he continued to add points.

"Hiss, 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 if a demon was tempting him, Just try it, it's not like skill points can't be earned again.

If I don't do it now, I'll just have to do it later anyway.

"Screw it, what am I afraid of? Keep adding points!" Xia Mu steeled his heart; he couldn't resist it after all.

Otherwise, the curiosity would just keep gnawing at him.

"Deep Blue, add points with everything you've got! Let me see where your limit is!"

With a fierce shout, Xia Mu issued the command in his heart.

[Consumed thirty skill points. Through your diligent practice, your Wing Chun has evolved.]

[You have acquired: Wing Chun [Demon]]