Memorable scenes from various anime and manga crossovers: Starting with Emiya the Great Hero

Seeing their confident demeanor, Senior Zi didn't say much: "Then you can all come with me."

"Speaking of which... do you guys have some kind of misunderstanding about helping prepare the venue? You definitely wouldn't be doing easy tasks like moving chairs and putting up posters."

"Trying to pick someone up? Dude, you're really honest! Luckily it's Senior Azusa, otherwise you wouldn't be getting in."

. . . 00

The onlookers were both amused and exasperated by what they saw. They never expected that this "battle" with the security guard would go on for so many rounds, employing countless outrageous tactics.

In the end, it was resolved in such a dignified and aboveboard manner, right through the front door...

[The scene shifts, and what was initially thought to be a casual meeting involving moving chairs now appears to everyone as a steel-forged labor camp—]

"...This job...is quite tiring..."

[Iori and Mitarai gritted their teeth, working together to carry a steel frame, struggling to move it through the noisy venue, their brows drenched in sweat.]

"Don't talk to me..." Iori was too exhausted to even speak. He never imagined that this iron frame, even with two people carrying it, would be so heavy.

"Speaking of which, is Kohei really doing this? With that guy's stamina, how could he possibly..."

As if to slap them in the face, a familiar yet strangely eerie figure darted past them in a flash!

[Kouhei's face was rosy, his breathing steady, and his eyes even shone with a devout light, as if he were creating the perfect stage for his idol!]

[Carrying an iron frame in each hand, he single-handedly completed a workload that nearly broke both Iori and Mitarai working together.]

"..." Watching Kohei's figure recede into the distance like a humanoid Gundam, everyone fell completely silent.

““Easy job, bean sprout, homebody… these labels seem ridiculously pale in the face of Geng Ping at this moment—he’s simply a superman!”

"This level of fandom... I can only say, mind your own business when it comes to anime! Never underestimate the power of an otaku when it comes to their faith, you bastard!"

Looking at Kouhei, who seemed to be shimmering all over, and recalling his earlier boast of treating them like dogs, everyone fell silent...

Wait a minute... who are you, handsome?

I thought "being treated like a dog" was just a joke back then, but now I realize it was actually the declaration of war for the god of war! Fan!

Chapter 1364 Poison Island: Huh? This has nothing to do with me? Do I even have a reputation?!

My favorite idol has made it to the Budokan World Championships.

"Ahhh, did you see that, Mr. Kumazo!" Eri's eyes lit up, and she suddenly grabbed the shoulder of the fat uncle next to her and shook him wildly, her voice shrill and trembling with excitement.

"This willingness to be drained of every last drop of strength...this feeling of happiness that races even in pain..."

"Ah, Arno... Miss Eripiyo." Poor Mr. Kumazo, like a small boat tossed about in a storm, tried to remind her in his usual gentle yet helpless tone.

"I completely understand how you feel... but could you... let go of me first? My head... is a little dizzy..."

Upon hearing the sound, Eri stopped abruptly, as if all her previous madness had been instantly drained away. She released her grip apologetically, saying, "Ah, I'm sorry."

As a devoted fan who has dedicated her entire life and income to her idol "Maina," she has long been accustomed to pouring all her emotions into the spotlight on stage.

That's why, when I unexpectedly witnessed the emergence of a "junior" with such amazing potential and awareness...

Her passion, which usually only boiled over for Mai, surprisingly resonated with me—this guy is the same type of Stand as me!

Mr. Zuo, nicknamed "460," took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his face: "It's alright, I understand."

He's known Ms. Eripiyo for quite some time now; his fervent enthusiasm is legendary among idol fans.

Watching Kohei, completely absorbed in his work as if possessed by a demon, Iori sighed helplessly and resignedly hoisted the heavy scaffolding back onto her shoulder.

"Sigh, there's just no way to deal with him."

As the saying goes, a serious man is the most charming, not to mention Kohei's handsome face, which gives him a natural advantage.

In the blink of an eye, several girls around him were already staring at him, unable to take their eyes off him, and some even wanted to find an opportunity to strike up a conversation.

"..." In an instant, the expressions of the few people who had just been inspired by Kohei's superhuman enthusiasm twisted visibly.

"You all understand, right? That guy betrayed us!"

"Take care of him now, especially his face; make sure he's well-treated."

Just then, Iori, contrary to her usual demeanor, stepped forward with righteous indignation, blocking the path of the demons who were about to be consumed by jealousy.

"That's why you're unpopular! Listen carefully, Kohei is one of our companions who came in with us."

However, Yamamoto, consumed by jealousy, wouldn't listen to a word, his eyes blazing with murderous intent: "Partners? That's all there was to it."

Nojima added ominously, "In a little while, he'll be a dead man."

Baka and Test: Summoning World

"As expected of a senior from university." Akihisa wiped away tears of emotion from the corner of his eye. "What a short but touching friendship..."

Yuuji silently looked up and saw that Yamamoto and Nojima's faces, twisted with jealousy and exuding murderous intent that seemed to pierce the screen, were clearly visible in close-up.

"Akihisa, I want to know..." Yuuji looked away, then sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation, "What exactly did you idiot see as touching?!"

In a little while, he'll be a dead man...

He believed it when it was said to be a scene of a criminal case.

This is basically a plan to drag Senior Kohei into a lifelong game of hide-and-seek in the back mountains—the kind where they bury him and never intend to find him again!

"Hahaha." Akihisa laughed and waved his hand, looking completely at ease with an air of "I can't do anything about it." "So, Yuuji, you don't understand at all."

But as he laughed, he collapsed as if a power outage had suddenly occurred, his voice becoming abruptly weak: "The seniors still have the right to wait a while longer, but Class F..."

As he spoke, Mingjiu suddenly raised his hand and pointed tremblingly to the center of the classroom—where a group of figures wearing black cloaks stood prominently.

They were slowly sharpening sickles, wielding leather whips, and some were carrying spiked clubs on their shoulders.

"Here, the crimes committed by Kohei-senpai, even if we tie them up every second, all stem from his distrust of the FFF group."

As a frequent visitor to the stake, he had the most to say; yet, at the same time, he had the least to say (in a physical sense).

Yuuji stared at the familiar yet terrifying FFF group, recalling his glorious days when he was tied to the stake and burned at the stake, and fell into complete silence: "..."

Compared to this, it's as if the university seniors were actually giving Kohei-senpai a "stay of life"...

In a sense, the friendship among these seniors is indeed quite touching.

Facing the suspicious and murderous gazes of her close friends, Iori casually swung her thumb over her shoulder, pointing behind her: "What I mean is, if we use him as bait."

"Wouldn't that allow us to hook up with those girls we just saw?"

[Nojima, Yamamoto, and the others suddenly realized, "So this is what perspective is all about! Compared to them, our previous thoughts of simply silencing them were incredibly narrow-minded!"]

The group quickly exchanged a dirty... uh... I mean, a great consensus, composed themselves, and with cheerful smiles, ran off to chat with the group of girls.

"You must be thirsty after all that work, right? How about we grab a drink together later?" (Read exciting novels on Feilu Novel Network!)

“We’ll also bring that guy along—” Iori said, pointing her thumb behind her.

The girls' gazes followed the direction of his thumb—and there, Fujiwara, with a bright red handprint on his face, appeared out of nowhere, coming into view.

The warm smiles that had just appeared on the faces of the island and the others cooled down visibly, and they waved their hands expressionlessly: "No need, thank you."

"Wait! That's not it!!" Nojima and Yamamoto reacted extremely quickly, striking almost simultaneously, each punch sending Fujiwara, who had appeared out of nowhere, flying.

"Just a moment ago he was murderously plotting to deal with his teammates, but now he can instantly switch to a united front... That's men for you, men whose friendships are as strong as disposable chopsticks!"

"Fujiwara-senpai!! Why are you here? When did you respawn?"

Seeing Fujiwara with a bright red handprint on his head, seemingly springing from another dimension, the onlookers were all startled.

Damn it! He didn't even blink! From which blind spot did he crawl out?

With such an almost invisible presence, it would be a waste of talent for him not to go to the basketball club to learn how to guide the opponent's gaze.

Azure Sea World

"Ah..."

The moment Sakurako Busujima's gaze fell upon that familiar figure on the screen, her eyes, which usually held a hint of mockery or indifference, showed a rare blankness.

"This... I'm involved in this too??"

In an instant, a complex and indescribable emotion welled up in my heart.

Emotionally speaking, she genuinely didn't want to have anything to do with those guys on screen.

After all—she still has a sense of shame!

Unlike Kitahara Iori, who dared to sleep at the school gate on the first day of school, her social image and reputation are very precious things and cannot withstand such destructive damage.

"Sigh..." Busujima unconsciously raised his hand to rub his temples, as if he had already felt the headache coming on.

Recalling the bizarre and outlandish thought processes and disastrous actions of Kitahara Iori and her group, she suddenly felt a suffocating sensation, as if a python were coiling around her.

"Please... I hope I'm just a fleeting extra in the movie, with no lines, no interaction, preferably just a background character!"

While silently praying, Busujima turned her gaze back to Kitahara Iori on the screen, who was trying to strike up a conversation, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

"No way, absolutely impossible."

"This guy is totally not my type, how could we possibly have any real interaction?"

You're probably overthinking it and scaring yourself!

She knew all too well that once she got involved with this group, she could forget about her image.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Iori's forehead, but she quickly switched back to an awkward yet polite smile: "That was an accident! I pointed at the wrong person, it was that one! That one is the right one!"