The Infinite Powerhouse Mixed in with Sakura Dormitory

Jiang Jing said he was going back to class, but after finishing his business, he felt there was nothing left to talk about, so he decided to say goodbye and go back to his comfortable life.

“Okay.” The white-haired girl nodded seriously.

Watching Jiang Jing's figure soar into the sky, the alluring black-haired beauty asked curiously, "Xiao Yan, are you really that eager to drag him into the battlefield? According to the detection data provided inside, the three of us should be fine once we go in, right?"

The white-haired girl's serious face revealed a very mature expression as she said calmly, "This is only the first impact of the void storm, and the pressure is still under control. He has not experienced the danger and cruelty of the forbidden zone battlefield, so taking him there this time is a good opportunity to accumulate experience."

After saying that, the white-haired girl looked at Yakumo Yukari, who had been quietly reading a book, and said, "Don't worry, as agreed before, the 10% or 30% of the profits from this deal will still be yours, and he can have my share."

"So, Xiao Yan, you've gained nothing. Is it worth it?" The black-haired beauty frowned slightly.

“I think it’s worth it, and besides, the Source Crystal doesn’t help me anymore,” the white-haired girl said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Yukari Yakumo, who had been quiet all along, turned her head to look at the girl sitting on the sofa, her tone revealing a hint of envy: "I didn't expect you to have already come this far, you humans are indeed blessed by nature."

"Oh my, I'm so envious. Xiao Yan, you're about to take that step, while I'm still stuck at the peak of Silver Moon, and my strength is still a little bit away from the true King level."

As she spoke, the black-haired beauty flashed to the chair, put on a pitiful look, and hugged the white-haired girl, rubbing against her: "Waaah... I'm so pitiful, I've been stuck here for over a thousand years."

"Get away from me, you stinky fox! Don't mess up my hair. And who told you to hide away and sleep instead of cultivating properly? You call yourself the first nine-tailed fox in the world of ancient times? You're a disgrace."

"People have no choice but to hide. Those bad guys all want to capture them to make them into their harems. When they can't find them, they even capture some fox demons to fill in. How scary!"

"Serves you right, who asked you to fuse with some kind of charm law back then?" The white-haired girl was very unhappy looking at the alluring face of the black-haired Hanfu beauty.

"Oh dear, I didn't know anything back then, how could I have known it would turn out like this?" the black-haired beauty said, sounding somewhat aggrieved.

However, he immediately revealed a smug and excited expression and said, "But Xiao Yan, you don't know, back then the origin of heaven and earth was everywhere, and cultivating anything was as simple as breathing and drinking water. You could even increase your strength while lying down and sleeping."

"In addition, this beauty has extraordinary talent. After only a little cultivation, she became invincible in the surrounding mountains. She just went out for a walk and encountered a spatial rift and bumped into a fundamental law."

Unable to bear the other party's smug look, the white-haired girl, who had heard it many times before, sneered: "Yes, you are very powerful. You can merge with a source just by walking around. Then you were chased by a group of innate gods for thousands of years, and they all wanted to have sex with you. Moreover, your strength has not improved in thousands of years."

"Waaah... Xiao Yan, you're bringing up my sad memories again."

"Serves him right, he eats just anything."

"I didn't know that back then either."

……

Back at school, the first class of the afternoon had already ended. Jiang Jing was standing at the classroom door, hesitating whether to go to the rooftop or go inside and hang out, when a classmate walked up behind him.

"Mr. Kanda, can I talk to you alone?"

"What did you call me?" Jiang Jing turned around and looked at Shinomiya Kaguya, who was wearing a school uniform and had a cool and aloof demeanor, exuding the air of a well-bred young lady.

“Kanda-sensei,” Kaguya Shinomiya said calmly.

Jiang Jing glanced back at the classroom, which was faintly noisy. The boys inside were all staring at him with their mouths agape. He raised an eyebrow and nodded: "Let's go."

By this time, he had a vague idea of ​​what was going on, because only editors at publishing houses, such as Uemura Yuriko and Iida Ayano, would call him Kanda-sensei.

P.S.: Third update complete, still nineteen chapters to go, hehehe...

Chapter 134 The Sly Secretary

"You are my new editor."

It was that same stairwell at school again, the same old spot. Jiang Jing, who had been there several times this month, looked at the girl in front of him with a calm expression but a hint of curiosity, and felt a little strange.

"Where's Editor Uemura?"

"I am Kaguya Shinomiya, an intern assistant. Editor Uemura has been promoted to vice president of the publishing house and is very busy. Since I happen to be at this school, I have been temporarily put in charge of your work, Mr. Kanda."

"If you need anything in the future, Mr. Kanda, you can contact me at school, or call or text me," the girl said politely, her hands clasped in front of her.

"Uh... okay."

Jiang Jing nodded and continued, "But if there's anything I really need to say, it's this: don't look for me at school, and don't tell anyone that I'm the author of Dragon and Tiger."

If the whole school knew he was the author of Dragon and Tiger, Jiang Jing felt that his life would never be so peaceful again, so he had no intention of revealing it.

As for telling others that he is the author of a best-selling new book with monthly sales of over a million copies, enjoying countless admiring glances, and being the center of attention wherever he goes at school, Jiang Jing never even considered such a thing.

He has no interest in showing off. He's not the kind of immature teenager who, after gaining power, would want the whole world to know him and recognize him, and who spends all his time thinking about saving the world.

He, Jiang Jing, had no feelings and no interests.

Kaguya Shinomiya gave a polite yet distant smile: "I don't understand why Kanda-sensei wants to remain mysterious, but I'll remember it. I won't bother you at school unless it's absolutely necessary."

Jiang Jing glanced at the corner, then nodded: "Alright, class is about to start, goodbye Shinomiya-kun."

"Goodbye, Mr. Kanda... classmate."

After Jiang Jing went upstairs and left, a cute pink-haired head popped out from the corner of the stairs below.

Fujiwara Chika excitedly ran upstairs: "Kaguya, Kaguya, is this really Kamten, the author of Toradora!? I never expected that she would go to the same school as us."

Because she wanted to connect with her classmates, build good relationships, and then win them over, Fujiwara Chika watched the suddenly popular anime Toradora! this month and became deeply engrossed in it.

"It's him." Kaguya Shinomiya's polite smile vanished, replaced by a calm expression, somewhat puzzled by the reason for Chika Fujiwara's excitement.

Because she had always been taught by the heir of a royal family, Kaguya Shinomiya had never been exposed to these things that were useless to such a large family.

"Kaguya, could you get me an autograph next time? No, I think I'll find a chance to get his autograph myself."

"Haha, if I were to pull out the author Shen Tian's autograph, I could easily infiltrate those new classmates' circles, which would also be very helpful for me to join the student council and win people over." At this moment, the pink-haired girl had already started to slyly make her own little plans.

Kaguya Shinomiya frowned slightly and reminded him, "You can get an autograph, but don't make a fuss. I promised him I wouldn't reveal his identity as a writer at school."

"I understand, Kaguya. I'll say that my family has connections at the publishing house and that's where I got the information."

"How is this any different from what I said?"

Fujiwara Chika familiarly put her arm around Shinomiya Kaguya's arm: "Oh, that's not important. Let's go, we have to go to class. After class, let's join the student council. You can be the president, and I'll be the vice president, how about that?"

The sudden appearance of the young female editor was just an interlude for Jiang Jing.

Jiang Jing checked the time but didn't go back to the classroom. Instead, he ran to the art classroom. He seemed to have never seen Shiina Mashiro in class before.

The second-year art classroom is quite spacious, with only a dozen or so students in the morning, where the four morning classes are dedicated to teaching professional textbook knowledge and the afternoon classes are for drawing.

Standing outside the door, I could see students sitting in front of their easels, intently painting, through the transparent glass of the door. The teacher walked around them, offering gentle guidance when he saw any problems.

Shiina Mashiro was no exception, sitting by the window, concentrating on drawing.

However, the other students unconsciously kept their distance from her. There were no classmates around her, and the sunlight shone on her through the glass, making her look somewhat lonely.

Even the teacher subconsciously avoided walking past Shiina Mashiro, seemingly because he had been shocked by Shiina Mashiro's amazing talent and was subconsciously afraid and unwilling to get close.

Jiang Jing gently pushed open the door and walked in. He glanced at the students and ignored the frowning teacher before quietly approaching Shiina Mashiro from behind.

The art students all knew Jiang Jing. Although they were somewhat annoyed that he came in to inquire during class time, just like the teacher, they only gave him a disgruntled look and then continued to complete their homework under the teacher's gaze.

The middle-aged teacher gave Jiang Jing a look that said not to disturb others, but didn't tell him to leave.

In Shuigao, Jiang Jing is quite a celebrity. He lives in Sakura-sou, is late for class every day, sleeps in class, and spends most of his afternoons lying on the rooftop.

However, he scored full marks in both of the initial tests since the start of the semester, leaving the second-ranked student in the grade far behind, which is quite surprising. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the next main student from Shuigao High School to be admitted to the University of Tokyo.

In addition, the atmosphere in Japanese schools is generally relaxed. As long as you don't disturb other students, don't fail exams, and don't attend classes, no one cares whether you attend or not. So, the school turns a blind eye to him in many ways.

Although it is an affiliated high school of Suimei University of the Arts, Suimei High School will not give up the opportunity to enhance the school's reputation. Every year, the addition of a student from Tokyo University is an intangible form of publicity and qualification.

Shiina Mashiro seemed completely immersed in the world of the painting, unaware of the approaching river view. With a touch of paint on her brush, a somewhat old apartment building gradually emerged in the painting.

Since these were not works for formal exhibition, the materials provided by the school were just ordinary drawing paper and paints, and the tools were also very simple.

At this time, only Shiina Mashiro was drawing in color; the other students were only drawing black and white portraits because the assignment required ordinary portrait drawing.

Firstly, colored oil painting is time-consuming, and secondly, it wastes materials. This kind of assignment is not given unless it is a major course.

As the sun set, students finished their assignments and packed up to leave the classroom. Some went to club activities, while others went straight home. In the end, only Shiina Mashiro remained, still not finished.

After the teacher left, the classroom became quiet, and Jiang Jing watched quietly without disturbing her.

By the time Sakura-sou appeared lifelike on the easel, the setting sun had already painted the sky red, and it was almost six o'clock.

Slowly putting down her pen, Shiina Mashiro turned around, her delicate face slightly raised as she looked at the river view, a rare faint smile appearing on her face. In the sunset, she seemed to radiate a subtle glow.

Jiang Jing smiled slightly, placed his hand on Shiina Mashiro's head, and gently stroked her long, silky, pale yellow hair.

Shiina Mashiro closed her eyes, remained silent, and showed a look of great enjoyment on her face until Jiang Jing lowered his hand.

Jiang Jing placed his hands on Shiina Mashiro's shoulders, looked at the Sakura-sou mural, and asked, "Mashiro, don't you really like painting oil paintings? This one is so well done today. Why don't you paint them usually?"

Tilting her head and looking at her own work, Shiina Mashiro calmly said, "Because I prefer drawing manga."

"Okay, but why do I look like this?" Jiang Jing pointed to the second-floor balcony of Sakura Manor in the painting, where he was hanging clothes under colorful underwear.

Especially the sight of him with a satisfied expression on his face under the clothes rack, hands on his hips, was so cringeworthy that even Jiang Jing would want to complain.

The other members were fine. For example, Misaki poked her happy smiling face out of the second-floor window, Shiina Mashiro squatted at the entrance door, staring at Hikaru in the hallway, and the other cats were perched on the wall watching the show.

Through the entrance hall, one could vaguely see the shadow of Ryunosuke Akasaka, who was hungry and munching on a tomato. Outside the gate, Chihiro Sengoku, carrying a handbag, looked dejected as she walked back from a failed blind date.

As for Jin Mitaka, he was not drawn because he had already moved out.

"Because that's just how Sorata is." Shiina Mashiro looked up and gave Jiang Jing a reason that left him speechless.

"I……"

Chapter 135 The K-On! Quartet Who Haven't Rehearsed Yet

Jiang Jing shook his head, deciding not to discuss this topic with Zhenbai.

Otherwise, what if she draws again next time, depicting himself washing her panties? Could he possibly beat her up?

Especially if someone else sees this painting, what will happen to his image? Will he still be able to maintain his reputation...?

"It's getting late, let's pack up and go home."

"Oh."

Shiina Mashiro carefully removed the colored illustration, dried it, rolled it up, put it in her backpack, tidied up her tools, and then walked out of the classroom with Jiang Jing.

She usually throws away her black and white drawings for schoolwork, but she carefully collects her carefully drawn colored paintings, especially those with river views.

When Jiang Jing carried Mashiro's backpack in one hand and the two walked side by side to the school gate, they ran into Kiba Yuto and Toujou Koneko.

"Kanda-senpai, you haven't gone home yet?" Kiba Yuto looked at Jiang Jing in surprise.

Normally, Jiang Jing and Shiina Mashiro would have left long ago by this time, so it's rare for them to leave so late. In any case, Kiba Yuto has only seen them leave twice.

“Sorata, Shiina-senpai.” Koneko nodded to the two of them.