Jiahao the Strongman: Sit Down, Basic Stuff, No Need to Be Impressed!

In an instant, the classroom fell silent.

Every boy and girl turned to look.

Then everyone started mindlessly egging them on:

"I was wondering why that guy looked so familiar. So he's Bus Jiahao!"

"Oh? Gossip? Spill it!!!"

"Don't you think his hairstyle looks a lot like Sasuke's?"

"Arm-wrestling bet? No matter who wins or loses, everyone gets free milk tea?!"

"Holy crap, there's a deal like that?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! I want to see blood flowing like a river!"

"..."

Faced with the tidal wave of criticism, Yamauchi's expression turned ugly to the extreme.

Stop making things up!

Who said the loser had to treat the whole class?!

What I clearly said was... the loser treats the other person!!

Motherfucker!

If you're deaf, go dig out your earwax!

But now that he was riding a tiger, there was no getting off. He could only force himself to go through with it.

After calming himself down, he didn't think he would lose.

Seeing Ayanokoji voluntarily give up his seat, Yamauchi gritted his teeth and sat down.

Then—

High-energy moment ahead!!!

Yamauchi watched as Uchiha slowly rolled up his sleeve.

A powerful iron arm, brimming with violent aesthetics, appeared before his eyes!

The art style suddenly changed!!!

A harmless baby face paired with a bicep packed with bulging muscles?!

Was that... even right?!

His Adam's apple bobbed wildly.

He finally understood the saying: slim in clothes, all muscle out of them.

When people were extremely nervous, there was a chance they might start hearing things:

"You, go get rid of Tang Monk and his disciples."

Yamauchi's face was full of terror, and he had no idea where to put his hands.

Me, Benbo'er Ba and Babo'er Ben, beating Great Sage Equal to Heaven Sun Wukong to death with our bare hands?!

Could I win?

Definitely, right?

Seeing such a refined arm, like a work of art, for the first time, many students' eyes lit up as they praised it endlessly:

"Man!"

"Whoa, a cute girl would cry for ages if she got punched by that, right?!"

"How did you train it? Chug protein powder?"

The red-haired basketball player Sudo Ken sensed an overwhelming aura of grandeur, and his gaze changed.

"Bang—"

He kicked a desk away. His good mood from seven consecutive victories vanished as he stared toward the center of attention.

"Solid muscles, tight shoulder blades, tempting chicken-leg elbows..."

"As fellow athletes, I understand the hardship best. Training through the bitter cold of winter and the blazing heat of summer—he must be honing his body every single moment, right?!"

"Fuck, hiding his strength and playing the pig to eat the tiger? You want to use me as a stepping stone to show off?"

"No way!!!"

The grating sound startled Uchiha.

Which Jiahao was carrying around a desk to play with now?!

He forcibly pressed down the corners of his mouth.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you got every bit of it right.

I kept training tirelessly every day (lying flat)!!!

Whatever, business first!

The proper etiquette had to be observed!

He sat upright in a bold, imposing manner, clasped his fist in his palm, and bowed.

"Yamauchi, please go easy on me. Go ahead."

Then he thought about it again. That line wasn't cool at all!

He immediately pulled up his hood, lowered his head, and gave a sinister grin.

"Let me offer you a word of advice: don't touch my hand. It seals the power to overturn the world."

Hiss—

The students all sucked in a breath.

Why did he seem kind of like a country bumpkin?

A trace of gloom flashed through Kushida's eyes as the spotlight was stolen from her.

Anyone who stole the scene deserved to die!

The close-knit girlfriends she had been chatting happily with had all run off in the blink of an eye, just to watch him play some boring little game?!

And that idiot Yamauchi—why the hell did you have to stir up trouble for no reason? You wanted the expulsion package, huh?!!

The horse-faced boy's back was soaked in cold sweat. Still, he stiffened his neck and shouted stubbornly:

"Hey, I'll only use thirty percent of my strength this time. I'll—"

"Alright, alright."

Even if you went all out, it would be useless.

Uchiha cut him off. "The stock market is about to open. Don't delay me from investing in a few sunset industries."

"..."

Yamauchi fell silent.

The entire class fell silent too.

The stock market opening?

Investing in sunset industries?

Just opening his mouth, he was already spouting lofty claims. He'd already won so hard?!

Weren't they supposed to be arm-wrestling? How had it turned into stock investing?

The most lethal kind of showing off was the invisible kind!!

Perhaps some people were simply born with the Jiahao physique.

Uchiha twitched his nose, his brows drawing down.

He wasn't done yet and added:

"Actually, I wanted to say, you—"

"Stop fucking yapping!!!!"

Yamauchi suddenly went berserk!!!!

More precisely, he was using rage to hide his own incompetence.

"Today, I'm gonna break your hand no matter what!!!"

With a roar, he swiftly took off his jacket and viciously threw it onto the floor!

To be fair, the terrifying aura Yamauchi erupted with at that moment looked pretty convincing.

Even the air around them seemed to warp.

He opened his huge mouth and began panting wildly before the match had even started.

Seeing this scene—

Everyone covered their noses and took several steps back.

Why was there a strange smell drifting through the air?!

Just then—

Uchiha reached out with his right hand and grabbed Yamauchi's palm.

With his left thumb, he scrolled through his phone and opened the stock market index.

"ε=(´ο｀*))) Sigh."

Everyone: ???

An overwhelming aura of grandeur swept over them!!

Playing on his phone while arm-wrestling?!

Should they call him composed and strategic, or arrogant and overconfident?

Seeing Uchiha's conflicted expression, Yamauchi was overjoyed.

"What, did your stocks lose money?"

At the same time, he fiercely exerted force with his arm. Yet no matter how hard he strained, his face turning a deep purplish blue—

His opponent did not budge in the slightest. His arm was like a steel pillar cast from concrete!!!!

Why was it so hard?!

Were you Optimus Prime or something?!

Uchiha nearly burst into tears.

"How did all these garbage stocks I bought on a whim turn green and rise?!"

"Life isn't going my way, nor is it entirely joyful..."

"The more money I spend, the more I have. So annoying!!!"

"..."

At that moment—

Everyone felt time freeze for an instant.

[Grandeur Points +16]

[Grandeur Points +20]

[Grandeur Points +23]

[...]

Yamauchi bared his teeth in pain.

Do you hear yourself?!

That drove him completely mad. Even if I have to cheat, I'm taking you down!!

His left hand suddenly climbed onto the back of his right hand. Prehistoric power, go all in for me!!!

Hah!!!!

Terrifying strength exploded from Uchiha's arm. Like a supercar drifting on Mount Akina, it traced a beautiful arc without the slightest pause.

Then...

With an explosive bang!

Yamauchi's arms, along with his entire body, were flung away in an instant.

His head spun.

He crashed down hard, face-first, his eyeballs nearly popping out!!!!!

This...

How was this possible?!!!

How could you defeat me so effortlessly?!

Lying on the floor, his lips trembled as they moved, but he could not say a single word.

The boy remained seated on the chair in the same bold, imposing posture.

Uchiha's voice was calm.

"Next time you eat garlic, remember to brush your teeth properly."

Then, as if only just realizing it, he scratched his head and smiled shyly.

⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄~

"Huh? I didn't eat breakfast today, and I still won?"

"Lucky, lucky."

After saying that, he felt he had been too modest and worried his Grandeur Points would not rise, so...

He coolly added three lines:

"Sit down!"

"Basic stuff!"

"No need to be impressed!"

"..."

Everyone fell into a daze.

Everyone except Ayanokoji.

The students noticed that Yamauchi's nose seemed to have turned red.

Then—

"Oh my god!!!"

"W-What did I just see?! Yamauchi got completely thrashed one-handed at full strength?!"

"No way, bro, I thought your Kirin arm was Photoshopped?!"

"Awesome! Immortals lined up thick as hemp!!"

"A clown? No, he was Jiahao with actual strength!"

Suddenly.

A stern voice rang out.

"What are you doing?"

The entire class turned to look.

A man in a business suit strode over.

His face was drawn tight.

Please remember that tightly drawn face.

It belonged to the school chairman—Sakayanagi Narumori.

"Hm?"

He spotted Uchiha at a glance.

He was the only one in the entire class wearing a black mask and a black hood, impossible to miss.

His expression turned slightly stern.

"Why are you all gathered around?"

"I heard a commotion just now. Were some students fighting?"