Ayanokoji Kiyoha's Conclusion

Regarding the study sessions, there was effectively no one left in the class capable of teaching Wu Qiao anything, Ayanokoji Kiyoha included.

Even Ayanokoji Kiyoha seriously doubted whether she had encountered a true genius—the kind of genius that the White Room had spent countless resources and effort trying to mass-produce but failed to, a genius who defied all logic.

Whether in terms of physical fitness or intellect, it seemed that as long as Wu Qiao pushed himself even slightly, he could surpass everyone else. The reservoir of knowledge in Ayanokoji Kiyoha's mind now left no room for her to teach him anything.

The study sessions had completely devolved into a situation where Wu Qiao unilaterally taught everyone else.

Of course, there were not many people willing to voluntarily come and "be abused." Ayanokoji Kiyoha counted as one, and Ichinose Honami, who occasionally participated out of curiosity, counted as half.

At this moment, Ayanokoji Kiyoha was attempting to learn Chinese. Wu Qiao casually grabbed a pen and scribbled on a piece of scratch paper, teaching her an extremely practical Chinese technique: "Actually, there's no need to focus too much on complex grammar; just piece together the key words. As long as it fits the context and you accompany it with the appropriate body language, others will be able to understand the general meaning."

Looking at the simple vocabulary Wu Qiao had written on the paper, combined with his easy-to-understand explanation, Ayanokoji Kiyoha fell into thought.

Wu Qiao's familiarity with Chinese and the way he handled the language with such ease often made Ayanokoji Kiyoha question his nationality. Was this guy really just an ordinary Japanese high school student?

"Like this," Wu Qiao pointed to the words on the paper, then gestured toward the school janitor sweeping fallen leaves outside the window, and said in measured, distinct Chinese, "'He,' 'sweep,' 'leaves.' Understand?"

Ayanokoji Kiyoha nodded. Although her pronunciation was still extremely raw, she tried to imitate him: "He... sweep... leaves."

"Right, that's it!" Wu Qiao snapped his fingers and flashed an encouraging smile. "Language is just a tool for communication, after all; don't overthink it. If you dare to speak and dare to gesture, you've already succeeded halfway."

Watching the boy before her, who shared his knowledge without reservation, the desire to investigate him surged in Ayanokoji Kiyoha's heart once more. The more astonishing the talent Wu Qiao displayed, the more she felt that the secrets hidden within this boy were perhaps far greater than she had imagined. And she herself seemed to have been drawn into this mystery without even realizing it.

When it came to the meal, Ichinose Honami appeared quite enthusiastic, excitedly suggesting they return to the buffet restaurant where the three of them had first eaten together.

As soon as they were seated, Wu Qiao headed straight for the food station with practiced ease. He never picked expensive sashimi or high-end items; his needs were simple and straightforward: large portions to fill his stomach.

The tray he brought back was piled like a small mountain with rice, udon noodles, and tonkatsu—foods high in carbohydrates and calories.

Moreover, Wu Qiao's appetite seemed to be expanding at a visible rate these days. According to Ayanokoji Kiyoha's calm and precise analysis, the amount of food Wu Qiao consumed in a single meal was now roughly equivalent to that of eight Ichinose Honamis.

It was worth noting that in less than a month, his food intake had steadily increased by a third.

What was most incredible was that there wasn't a single sign of weight gain on Wu Qiao.

On the contrary, under the bright lights of the buffet restaurant, as he rolled up his sleeves and tucked in, the muscle definition in his arms appeared increasingly firm and fluid, as if all those terrifying calories were being precisely converted into pure muscle fibers.

Watching Wu Qiao sweep through the food on his plate like a whirlwind, Ayanokoji Kiyoha elegantly cut her steak while silently evaluating: How was this physical function, which defied the law of conservation of energy, even possible? A normal human body structure absolutely could not handle such a bottomless pit of food intake without accumulating any fat.

Wu Qiao's body was like a biological engine specialized for some extreme purpose.

"Wu-kun, do you... really not need to eat some vegetables or fruit?" Ichinose Honami asked, unable to hide her concern as she looked at the mountain of empty plates in front of Wu Qiao, and she pushed her own salad toward him. "A balanced diet is healthier, you know."

Wu Qiao swallowed the tonkatsu in his mouth, took the salad, and stuffed it into his mouth without ceremony, laughing vaguely: "Thanks, Ichinose! But it's fine, my body is in great shape. I'll just treat these vegetables as dessert."

Watching his carefree attitude, Ayanokoji Kiyoha put down her knife and fork. The mysteries surrounding this boy had extended from intelligence and martial prowess to his most basic physiological structure. This school truly hid too many existences that defied common sense.

After the meal, it was time to get down to business. After walking for a while to digest, the three of them went to a sporting goods store in the shopping district. They needed to buy a few things, such as knee pads and wrist guards.

Of course, these were actually for Ichinose Honami; after all, she had recently joined the morning exercise group, and her basic equipment needed to keep up.

Watching Ichinose Honami carefully compare the breathability and elasticity of various protective gear in front of the shelves, Ayanokoji Kiyoha stood to the side, though her gaze drifted involuntarily toward Wu Qiao, who was loosening his wrists nearby.

She deeply suspected that with the way Wu Qiao was progressing at such an unreasonable speed, she might not be able to beat him in another month.

It was as if he were using some inexplicable cheat code; both his physical fitness and his learning ability were iterating at a terrifying pace.

Ayanokoji Kiyoha pulled back her thoughts and skillfully helped Ichinose pick out a pair of knee pads and wrist guards with excellent support. Afterward, she didn't rush to leave; instead, she turned to the shoe store next door and, among rows of sneakers, precisely selected a pair of running shoes with good quality and excellent shock absorption.

Standing to the side, Ichinose Honami watched Ayanokoji Kiyoha's fluid movements and couldn't help but exclaim: "Kiyoha, you seem to know everything! Whether it's studying or picking out items, it feels like there isn't a field you aren't good at."

Ayanokoji Kiyoha's expression remained indifferent as she handed the selected running shoes to Ichinose, explaining nonchalantly: "I've just learned a bit more about it. After all, running puts a lot of impact on the knees and ankles, and choosing a suitable pair of shoes can reduce a lot of unnecessary sports injuries."

She spoke lightly, but in her heart, she was calculating: Since the existence of Wu Qiao as a "cheat code" could no longer be ignored, it seemed she didn't need to hide her own abilities anymore either.