The Sinful Yamato

After a sweat-drenched workout, Fang Cheng lay on the floor, gasping for air.

The text [Physical Strength +1] had just faded from his field of vision; this was his gain for the day, and Fang Cheng could clearly feel his body growing stronger, as two hours of high-intensity training felt significantly easier than yesterday.

Fang Cheng had already given his new number to his homeroom teacher today. It was past nine in the evening, and the school hadn't called him.

This meant Morishita Yamato hadn't snitched about getting beaten up. In all likelihood, he wanted to take revenge on Fang Cheng personally and didn't want to lose face by letting the news leak.

This was the situation Fang Cheng had hoped for. If Morishita Yamato used his family background to deal with him, things would get difficult.

A drone was still tailing him from outside the window. Fang Cheng pulled the curtains shut, went to the bathroom to wash up, then returned to the bedroom, lay down, and picked up his phone to keep playing games.

He had started to grow fond of this mobile game; it was a good way to vent the stress and hostility building up inside him.

After a few ranked matches, Fang Cheng was paired with a familiar ID—Super Cute Super Powerful God.

"You again, you piece of trash!"

Fang Cheng cursed in annoyance, but he didn't quit.

He was still the ADC, and the other player was still the support. Both of them headed to the bottom lane together.

After repelling an enemy attack, while Fang Cheng was retreating to the tower with low health, Super Cute Super Powerful God turned around and snatched the cannon minion.

God Slayer: ",***"

Super Cute Super Powerful God: "Fair competition."

"Fair your grandfather!"

Fang Cheng was so angry he shouted the insult out loud.

Stumbling along, they finally reached a critical team fight.

"Are you kidding me? Give me a shield! What kind of support hides behind me?"

"Heal, heal, give me a heal, ahhh!"

Amidst Fang Cheng's roars, Super Cute Super Powerful God cast their ultimate ability on themselves and then flashed away.

Poor ADC Fang Cheng was left exposed by the formation and was instantly focused down and killed by the enemy team.

"Damn it!"

Watching the base explosion screen, Fang Cheng spewed a string of profanities and slammed his phone hard onto his quilt.

After panting for a long while, Fang Cheng took a few deep breaths, suppressed his anger, and rubbed his face.

"Forget it, it's just a game. No need to take it seriously."

He calmed his emotions and picked up the phone to put it on the charger.

"Time to sleep!"

Turning off the light, Fang Cheng lay under the covers and drifted off to sleep peacefully.

Half an hour later, he suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes.

"You son-of-a-bitch support, I'll kill you!!"

The next day, Fang Cheng woke up looking like a zombie. He reached for the phone by his pillow to check the time: 6:30 AM.

He yawned. He had slept terribly last night and even had a dream where he caught that idiot support player.

The other person kept begging for mercy, but Fang Cheng just grinned hideously as he pinned them to the ground and rubbed their face in the dirt.

He was just starting to enjoy it when he suddenly woke up.

If he ever got matched against that idiot support again, Fang Cheng would make sure they never wanted to touch a ranked queue for the rest of their life.

If you're that trash, why not go play against bots?

Imagining the other person crying and quitting the game, Fang Cheng finally got up to brush his teeth and wash his face. After finishing a quick breakfast, he grabbed his school bag and headed out.

The police patrol drone appeared like a persistent ghost, hovering high above Fang Cheng's head. It didn't care about being spotted and followed him brazenly.

Fang Cheng treated the drone as if it didn't exist and went about his business.

He had thought about filing a complaint, but eventually dismissed the idea. Unless necessary, it was best to avoid contact with government personnel.

Besides, in this era where the external environment was becoming increasingly sinister, the importance of privacy wasn't even worth a hearty lunch; nobody cared about such things.

Fang Cheng arrived at Kashima Academy and entered his classroom without any trouble.

He passed a few members of the basketball team doing morning exercises in the hallway; their expressions were normal, and they didn't even glance at him.

It seemed Morishita Yamato's confidentiality work was quite good, and he wasn't in a rush to find people for revenge.

But this wasn't necessarily a good thing. The longer it dragged on, the greater the force of the retaliation would be.

Given Morishita Yamato's personality, he might secretly hire someone to wrap Fang Cheng in cement and sink him into Tokyo Bay.

If he had the ability, Fang Cheng would prefer to take the initiative to resolve the threat. Being forced into this passive defense was truly a last resort.

After all, aside from his immortality, he was currently a weakling, and he still had that persistent woman, Kanzaki Rin, constantly watching him.

Just as he sat down, Asaka Akie leaned over and greeted him with a smile: "Fang-kun, good morning."

Fang Cheng's gaze was drawn first to the spherical gravity, then he lifted his eyes to Asaka Akie's face: "Good morning."

Although the wretched "yasashii" (kindness) trope is easy to hate, Fang Cheng truly couldn't bring himself to dislike this girl who rushed over every morning to deliver benefits to him.

Asaka Akie, she understands the human heart! (Thumbs up)

"Fang-kun, have you had breakfast? I know a shop with really good bread; I recommend you give it a try."

Asaka Akie rambled on about this and that before suddenly saying, "Oh, right, if there's anything you don't understand in class, I can lend you my notes."

Yesterday, she had noticed that for once, Fang Cheng wasn't sleeping in class but was actually reading seriously, which gave Asaka Akie the touching feeling that her troublesome little brother had finally turned over a new leaf.

"Then thank you. If there's anything I don't understand, I'll be sure to ask you."

Fang Cheng said with a smile, his gaze suddenly caught by a red mark on Asaka Akie's wrist: "What happened to your hand?"

Asaka Akie lifted her wrist to take a look, quickly covering it with her sleeve. She held a finger to her lips and winked at Fang Cheng: "Shh, don't make a scene. I accidentally scratched it last night; it looks so ugly."

Seeing that her expression was normal, Fang Cheng didn't press further: "I heard saliva can disinfect wounds. Do you need me to lick it for you?"

Asaka Akie covered her mouth and laughed: "That's disgusting, no thanks."

After Asaka Akie left, Fang Cheng was not surprised to find the hidden, envious gaze of his seatmate, Sato-kun.

"Sato-kun, your gaze is too obvious. If you tried to be a stalker, you'd be caught in an instant."

"Who would ever want to be a stalker?"

Sato Hayato retorted subconsciously.

Fang Cheng chuckled: "It seems Sato-kun is quite envious of the close relationship between Asaka-san and me."

Sato Hayato hurriedly denied it: "I'm not, don't talk nonsense."

"Is that so? What a pity."

Fang Cheng put on a regretful expression: "I was actually planning to tell you how to get on good terms with Asaka-san."

Sato Hayato opened his mouth, wanting to speak but hesitating, looking like he desperately wanted to know but was afraid of being tricked.

In the end, he couldn't help but whisper: "I... I have a friend who really wants to know."

Fang Cheng didn't mock him, instead asking: "What kind of person do you think Asaka-san likes?"

Sato Hayato thought for a moment before saying in a hesitant tone: "She likes... people who are 'yasashii'?"

Fang Cheng: "..."

Is there no other option in Area 11 besides this wretched "yasashii"?

"Utterly ridiculous. Do you think you can conquer a girl's heart just by being 'yasashii' because you've watched too much anime? How naive."

Fang Cheng shook his finger: "According to my observations, Asaka-san likes brave people, people who dare to express themselves. Being timid and indecisive like you won't work. If you like her, go confess. If confession doesn't work, then stalk her. If you don't have the courage to be dragged to the police station, how do you expect to chase a girl?"

Sato Hayato looked speechless: "That won't work, right?"

"You haven't tried it, so how do you know it won't? You don't have Asaka-san's LINE?"

"N-no, I don't."

"That's exactly it. The status message on Asaka-san's LINE is 'Does a hero really exist in this world?' She craves someone with a masculine spirit. If you want to win her favor, you have to do things a real man would do."

Fang Cheng spouted a stream of toxic relationship advice, shoving it straight into Sato Hayato's mouth and forcing him to swallow.

The young lad listened intently, his eyes gradually brightening: "A masculine spirit? I understand. I want to be a hero-spirited man."

"You want to chase a girl with such a weak voice? Do it again!"

"I want to be a hero-spirited man!"

Sato Hayato suddenly raised his voice.

"Good, very spirited."

Fang Cheng reached out and patted his shoulder: "I look forward to your performance."

Sato Hayato was as energized as if he'd been injected with adrenaline, even pulling out his workbook to start scribbling away.

Fang Cheng sighed, "Youth is truly great," and took out his own book to start reviewing.

Thanks to Pei Zhongfan for the tip!