Do You Have an Older Sister?

Fang Cheng hadn't expected Kanzaki Rin to still be spying on him in the middle of the night. His mind was a complete blank, and he was relying entirely on sheer willpower to keep going.

By the time he reached his four-hundredth push-up, Fang Cheng could no longer feel his arms; they were completely numb.

The notification in his field of vision finally changed.

[Physical Fitness +1]

Seeing this, Fang Cheng finally stopped pushing himself. His arms gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor like a worn-out stray dog, his sweat soaking the carpet.

"Hahahaha!"

Fang Cheng, still gasping for air, suddenly burst into laughter.

His guess was right: his body had truly become like a game character. Exercise yielded feedback, granting him 1 point of physical fitness every day.

Even if he had turned into a vampire, two hours of exercise wouldn't have increased his physical fitness, but a game character was different—the feedback mechanism was clear.

This way, Fang Cheng only needed to exercise daily to gain 1 point of physical fitness. This stat covered strength, speed, endurance, damage resistance, and more; it was an all-around improvement.

Moreover, there was no upper limit to the total amount of physical fitness a game character could acquire. As long as he kept at it, he could theoretically grow into a One-Punch Man.

This also proved that Fang Cheng's immortality had nothing to do with being a vampire. Kanzaki Rin kept saying he would go out and attack people, but Fang Cheng hadn't felt the urge to drink blood even once.

However, he couldn't let this golden finger be known; he had to let others continue to mistake him for a vampire.

The broad prospects put Fang Cheng in a good mood. After resting for a while, he hummed a little tune and went to the bathroom to shower.

On the other side of the city, Kanzaki Rin swallowed her last piece of sushi and temporarily ended her surveillance of Fang Cheng.

She took out her phone, logged into the game, and started playing. Of course, her gaze would occasionally sweep over the surveillance feed on her laptop to ensure Fang Cheng hadn't snuck out of the house.

After showering, Fang Cheng returned to his bedroom, lay on the bed, pulled out his phone, found a mobile game very similar to LOL, and logged into the original owner's account to start playing.

Although he hadn't played it before, the familiar gameplay combined with the original owner's memories made it easy for Fang Cheng to get the hang of it.

After playing two ranked matches, Fang Cheng was matched with a player named "Super Cute Super Powerful God," while Fang Cheng's own username was "God Slayer." Looking at their IDs, the two seemed quite fated.

Fang Cheng was playing ADC, and the other player was the support, so they went bot lane together.

However, not long after the match started, Fang Cheng felt his blood pressure rising because this support didn't buy a gold-generating item and kept stealing his minions.

God Slayer: "Don't go too far."

Super Cute Super Powerful God: "Fair competition!"

God Slayer: "I******"

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, trying his best to ignore this troll and focusing on last-hitting to ensure he didn't give the support a chance to steal his minions.

Soon, the enemy jungler came to gank. Fang Cheng used flexible movement to dodge a skill, and just as he prepared to counterattack, he turned around to find his support had used Flash to run away.

God Slayer: "Give me a shield, damn it! Why are you running??"

Super Cute Super Powerful God: "Better one dies than two!"

God Slayer: "I*** your **"

Because the ADC and support had severed their ties, the bot lane was broken, leading to a quick 15-minute surrender.

Fang Cheng quit the game immediately; he was afraid he'd have a brain hemorrhage if he kept playing.

He opened a search engine to look for information on vampires and other monsters. There were many results, so he had no choice but to start reading through them slowly.

The next morning, Fang Cheng woke up with dark circles under his eyes.

He had spent last night looking for vampire information and found a piece of popular science writing that was hundreds of thousands of words long and exceptionally well-written. Fang Cheng had read it in one go until past 4:00 AM.

Only at the very end did he realize that this "science" was actually the setting for a long-running web novel series. What a load of crap.

After getting up, Fang Cheng habitually reached for his phone to take a look and saw a text message from an unknown number.

"Fang-kun, this is Asaka. This is my number, please remember it."

Asaka Akie was the friend who had messaged Fang Cheng last night under the handle Fuping.

Was she specifically waiting until morning to text him to remind him to go to school?

Fang Cheng saw through Asaka Akie's little intentions; she was a very gentle girl who was good at thinking of others.

Fang Cheng hadn't thought about school yet, so he didn't reply. He simply saved the number to his contacts and changed the name to "Two Big White Rabbits."

Wait, why "Big White Rabbits"?

And why two of them?

He thought about it for a moment, then gave up on this trivial question and started brushing his teeth and washing his face to make himself a hearty breakfast.

Although it was a cliché trope for a male lead to have cooking skills, Fang Cheng was quite satisfied with his own, thanks to a best friend who had graduated from a culinary school.

Not only had he taught him everything he knew about cooking, but he had also taught him how to use an excavator to stir-fry.

It was already quite late after he finished breakfast, so Fang Cheng prepared to go out for a stroll to get a clear sense of the surrounding environment.

It was pathetic, really; the original owner had lived here for years, yet he didn't even know the streets in the neighborhood.

When he stepped out, Fang Cheng deliberately looked around, but he didn't spot the stalker anywhere.

Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief; he couldn't stand being watched all day long.

However, the moment he stepped out of the apartment building, his expression soured—a patrol drone was following him in broad daylight.

Deliberately damaging a drone meant jail time, and Fang Cheng didn't want to give Kanzaki Rin any excuse to arrest him, so he had to endure it.

He turned back into the apartment building, and when he came out a while later, he had changed into his school uniform and was carrying a school bag.

The only place where a patrol drone would be forced to stop was the school.

Fang Cheng felt that being idle would only make it easier for Kanzaki Rin to tail him; going to school for a few days might lower her guard, and it would also serve to prove that he was a law-abiding, upstanding student who loved life and had no bad habits.

Following his memories, Fang Cheng took the subway to the vicinity of Kashima Academy and walked for a distance before finally seeing the rather well-known private high school.

Before the original owner's parents passed away, they were barely middle-class, so they had the means to send their son to a private high school, though his grades were nowhere near worthy of the exorbitant tuition fees.

By this time, the first period had already ended, and during the break, a large number of students were moving about the campus.

After entering the school, Fang Cheng looked back and saw that the patrol drone, which had followed him for two subway stops, had finally stopped outside the campus gates.

Fang Cheng smiled and waved his hand at it before heading toward his classroom.

Class 2-C was on the third floor, and when Fang Cheng entered through the back door, most of the students were already inside.

Many cast surprised glances his way, seemingly curious as to why this shut-in, who had recently developed a habit of skipping school, had shown up for class at this hour.

His short hair, the absence of his thick-rimmed glasses, and his upright, handsome features made the female students marvel at how the shut-in, who usually had zero presence in the class, was actually quite good-looking.

But that was as far as it went; the original owner had no friends in class. He wasn't exactly being ostracized, but no one invited him to hang out either.

Although East Asia had formed a unified political alliance and the concept of the nation-state had been weakened, regional discrimination still existed.

There were many families like Fang Cheng's that had settled in Area 11, but integrating completely was extremely difficult.

The fact that the original owner insisted on using his Chinese name rather than a Japanese one showed just how deep the rift between him and this place was; it would have been strange if he had managed to make any friends.

Fang Cheng's seat was in the very back, but it wasn't the "protagonist's seat" by the window; that spot was occupied by a delicate-looking boy with a gentle, submissive expression.

Just as Fang Cheng sat down and put away his bag, a beautiful girl wearing rimless glasses walked up to him and smiled. "Fang-kun, I thought you weren't coming today."

This beautiful girl was Asaka Akie, the person who had messaged Fang Cheng last night.

Her Chinese name was Ye Yuqing. Being half-Chinese, Asaka Akie had looked after the original owner quite a bit, which kept him from being completely isolated or bullied.

When Fang Cheng saw Asaka Akie, he understood why two big white rabbits would pop into his mind every time he thought of her.

It was just too vivid—how could this person bring rabbits to school?

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

Asaka Akie tilted her head slightly; Fang Cheng's gaze made her feel a bit strange.

"Ye Yuqing, Ye Yuqing..."

Fang Cheng stroked his chin and muttered, "Do you have an older sister named Ye Yuqing? Or perhaps Ye Zimie would work too."