Modified Wing Chun

[Modified Wing Chun: You, are Wing Chun!!]

As if he had been violated, the fish-like memories caused Xia Mu's head to tremble rapidly.

Finally, after the memory reception was complete, Xia Mu snapped his eyes open, a flash of brilliance erupting within them.

He now understood the difference between the Modified Wing Chun and what he had known before.

Thinking this, Xia Mu raised his palm.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~"

His index and middle fingers began to strike out in rapid Wing Chun motions.

He and Wing Chun had become one; wherever his intent went, Wing Chun followed.

Any part of his body could now be used to execute Wing Chun, no longer restricted to just his fists.

For instance, he could use his feet to kick out a Wing Chun strike, allowing him to briefly run up a wall.

Xia Mu could even perform Wing Chun while walking on the ceiling of his room, spinning around before landing, all without any issues.

Because this Wing Chun, honed for nearly sixty years, was truly fast and incredibly overpowered.

Including that part you're imagining, it could do it too!

But wouldn't it be bad if it were too fast?

Wouldn't it be over in a single second?

Xia Mu felt a twinge of melancholy.

"So, adding points after reaching perfection completely reinforces the skill into a 'neurotic' version!"

Xia Mu's eyes shimmered with a perverted light.

He was already starting to look forward to his future life of wits and battles against the Two-Faced Turtles.

The next morning.

Chabashira's office.

"You're saying that after waking up from a night's sleep, your pillow suddenly exploded?"

Chabashira looked at the well-behaved Xia Mu standing before her, her face full of bewilderment.

"Yes, teacher, I am absolutely not lying."

If I were lying, then Zhu Xincheng's little brother would only be one centimeter long!

Xia Mu nodded, though he added the latter part only in his mind.

"Fine, I'll put in a request with the Logistics Department; come pick it up this afternoon." Chabashira rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on as she held the papers containing Xia Mu's file.

"Arigato, Otousan, may you live forever."

Xia Mu bowed slightly to offer his blessing, then left the office.

"Live forever?"

Chabashira repeated Xia Mu's words, feeling that something was off, though she couldn't quite put her finger on what.

"An interesting little guy."

Chabashira looked at Xia Mu's file with growing interest.

A student whose academic ability, intelligence, and other aspects were all at an A+ level, yet he had been assigned to Class D.

What kind of difficult-to-correct problem could he possibly have?

It really made one curious.

After leaving Chabashira's office, Xia Mu changed into his sportswear and began his morning run.

This was a habit he had maintained for many years.

As he was running, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Horikita Suzune.

Before he could speak, she spoke first, "I didn't expect someone like you to come running."

One could tell from the very first sentence that she was a master of sarcasm.

"What, is the track owned by your family?"

Xia Mu accelerated, and as he passed by Horikita Suzune, he said slowly, "If it really were owned by your family, then I'd have to run even harder. I won't just run today; I'll come back tomorrow, and the day after that as well."

Horikita Suzune was stunned by Xia Mu's words, and by the time she regained her senses, Xia Mu had already run far away.

She couldn't help but snort coldly, "Sharp-tongued."

After finishing his run, Xia Mu arrived at the classroom and had just sat down when Yamauchi, sitting nearby, couldn't sit still anymore. "Yo, look who's here?"

Kanji, standing beside him, hooked his arm around his neck and chuckled, "Isn't this the big coward Xia Mu? Hahaha!"

"I thought you wouldn't dare to show up for class."

Facing the mockery of the two, Xia Mu slowly raised his middle finger with a face that practically begged for a punch.

"You bastard, are you looking for a beating?"

Faced with Xia Mu's international gesture of friendship, Ken Sudo's temper flared up instantly, and he clenched his fist, ready to smash it into Xia Mu's face.

Seeing this, Kanji quickly pulled Ken Sudo's fist back, pointed at the security camera, and whispered in his ear, "Don't fall for it. He's doing this on purpose to provoke us, wanting us to attack him here so he can report us to Chabashira."

Yamauchi also nodded, a malicious grin appearing on his face as he looked at Xia Mu. "Right, we'll deal with him at noon."

"Tsk tsk tsk, a bunch of cowardly, brainless losers."

Xia Mu clicked his tongue in wonder, his gaze like he was observing a few rare species.

This caused Ken Sudo, whose temper had just been suppressed, to explode once again, but he was held back by Kanji and Yamauchi.

If they really started a fight here, they would definitely be punished regardless of who was right or wrong.

Throughout the entire morning, the three of them kept their eyes glued to Xia Mu, their gazes practically spitting fire.

After class ended, Xia Mu walked toward the cafeteria, with Ken Sudo and his group sneaking along behind him.

"Damn it, I'll make sure this guy knows who the real boss of the class is!"

Even from a distance, Ken Sudo's grating voice could be heard.

A smile curled at the corner of Xia Mu's mouth, and he suddenly picked up his pace.

"Quick, he's trying to slip away! Don't let him run, chase him!!" Yamauchi shouted a reminder.

The three of them sprinted down the hallway, shoving any students in their way to the side.

Xia Mu jogged along while constantly looking back, terrified that these idiots might lose track of him.

Fortunately, he had attracted enough of their aggro that they were stuck to his heels like glue.

A gleam of excitement shone in Xia Mu's eyes as he reached a dead-end alley and turned in without hesitation.

He had been wanting to test just how fierce his Wing Chun was.

This action caused Ken Sudo and his group to skid to a halt.

"Wait, something feels wrong." Kanji, who had at least a shred of brainpower, stopped the other two.

Why would anyone be so happy about getting beaten up?

Ken Sudo thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't figure it out.

Yamauchi recalled Xia Mu's height, and a desire to retreat sprouted in his heart. "Should... should we just forget it?"

Just then, a middle finger slowly extended from inside the alley.

"You bastard!!"

At the sight of it, Ken Sudo was instantly enraged, veins bulging on his forehead. Ignoring the attempts of the other two to stop him, he charged into the alley.

Kanji and Yamauchi exchanged a look, then followed him in with expressions of helplessness.

Inside the alley, Xia Mu had already taken off his jacket and hung it on a water pipe.

"Bam, bam!"

Ken Sudo slapped his fist into his palm, his rage having completely overtaken his limited intellect, and he strode toward Xia Mu. "You little brat, you're pretty good at pissing people off!"

"Today, I'm going to teach you a real lesson."

Seeing that Xia Mu was all alone while they had three people, Kanji and Yamauchi put on their arrogant masks as well.

"Tell me, why did you have to go and provoke us for no reason?"

"Even if you tell the teacher later, they won't do anything without evidence, right?"

"Hahaha, if he dares to tell the teacher, I'll make sure he never has a moment of peace in his school life!"

Xia Mu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

I have to say, these guys are real talents; they have the true spirit of a villain.

Talking the biggest talk, only to take the hardest beating.

Just as both sides were about to make their move.

"Stop!!" A sharp shout rang out at the entrance of the alley.