Why are the magical girls in your area male?

"I don't care. Either you marry me, or your sister marries me. In any case, we two father and son must be related by blood! If you don't marry me, we'll have to fight as in-laws."

"Claw!"

Yuan Qing almost laughed out of anger at the other party's twisted logic.

He's not a guy, but with such a pretty face, he talks nonsense like he's done butterfly, backstroke, and freestyle swimming all the time on Tieba. It's really just... abstract.

Sigh, it's my fault, I should have known better than to install those overpowered social media apps on this kid.

He met Yuki Tsukishiro three years ago, not long after he had awakened his memories.

At that time, the other person was down on their luck and stood on the railing of the overpass leading to another world, looking like they were planning to quit the game and remake it at lightning speed.

Yuan Qing originally intended to put aside his desire to help others and respect their fate, but when he thought about how he had also experienced such a dark moment, he couldn't help but feel compassion and went up to deliver a Mamba elbow strike, knocking the other person down.

Afterwards, the other party said that they were just standing on the overpass to relax and had no intention of reopening it, and even retaliated by throwing a lightning whirlwind attack at him.

No way, what the hell are you doing standing on the railing if you're not going to jump?!

Who stands on the railing of an overpass to relax?

Yuan Qing originally thought the two would part on bad terms, but unexpectedly, the other person was from the same school and later happened to be working illegally at the same restaurant. They became acquainted after a while.

Yuki Tsukishiro was a pitiful person much like him; her mother died early, and her father was a gambling addict who was worse than a pig or a dog.

To raise money for gambling, his father not only forged documents to force Yuki Tsukishiro, who was under 16, to work illegally, but also took up petty theft himself. After getting a taste of success, he lost his mind and even stole from the Ding family.

Could you have stolen Ding Ju's things?

First they were beaten up, then they were handed over to the judicial authorities, and they got a government job right away. They saved themselves decades of detours. Congratulations!

In short, once he entered a "state-owned enterprise," Yuki Tsukishiro's life naturally improved.

He, along with Minamoto Kaoru, were admitted to the private Gekkokan no Mori Academy and moved into the Izumi-do dormitory arranged by the school.

Meanwhile, Yuan Qing took advantage of the situation, providing "psychological counseling" to this guy every day and constantly posting his nonsense online, eventually cultivating this incredibly abstract monster whose level of abstraction surpasses even that of his predecessor.

Looking back on those glorious years, it's truly awe-inspiring; even divine might couldn't hide its tears, and all one could see was excrement.

Yuan Qing sighed inwardly, then asked, "By the way, did you finish organizing the files yesterday?"

"Of course, if we can't handle it, do you think that brat president will let us go?"

"Small? Actually, she's quite big. As the saying goes, a child's face is a great humiliation, and she has to endure the weight of her breasts. Plus, she has white hair and red eyes. Wow, she's practically dancing on my XP!"

"...I can't take any more, you little man!"

Yuki Tsukishiro's sarcastic remark sounded awkward, lacking the naturalness of their previous interactions where they addressed each other as "son."

The two usually exchange trash talk, and Yuki Tsukishiro's "attacks" are always smooth, confident, and carry a kind of arrogant and irritating feeling of "I'm just abstract, what can you do about it?"

But that phrase, "lower man," felt stiff and unyielding to Yuan Qing, like a lump of unleavened dough that had been thrown at him with a hint of...

Uh, sour?

Wait, you're not jealous, are you?!

Volume 1: Chapter 9 A Classmate's Vibe, Azure Phoenix

The stupid romantic relationship system I own doesn't even allow me to check the most basic "affection level".

Therefore, Yuanqing had no way of knowing how much affection those people actually had for him.

Even if he couldn't see the favorability rating, he would swear on his own cleavage that his friendship with Yuki Tsukishiro was definitely at 80 points, or even more.

As Yuko Sakura aptly put it, emotions are multifaceted, and sometimes they can even be gray.

Even sibling relationships can deteriorate, so it's understandable that brotherly love can turn into something like Homo.

However, because I complimented the student council president on her large breasts and said she touched my clitoris, my best friend got jealous...?

Haha, why would I have such a dream?

Honestly, bro, I'd be scared if you were really jealous.

"Tsk, you're bringing this up now." Yuan Qing nudged him with his elbow, deliberately drawing out his words and feigning ignorance, "Has the dog changed his ways today?"

"When we talk about the little devil president, aren't you even more excited than me, yelling about using her custom-made 'Baby-faced Humiliation' glowing Holy Grail to fly a plane? What, did the president's probing into your elementary school education break your nerve?"

"Get lost! Who the hell broke through her defenses! With that pretentious, affected little brat attitude of hers, if I just made a move, who knows who would be checking whose academic credentials!"

"Hey, you're being stubborn! Dude, I've studied micro-expression analysis with those marketing accounts. Your eyes are darting around, your movements are unnatural, and you're even sticking out your nose! You're definitely just being stubborn!"

"Go to hell!"

The two exchanged a few more trash talk on the topic. As the tram arrived at the station and the brakes whirred, the scenery outside the window was gradually filled with the magnificent campus buildings.

There are four classes in the morning: Chinese, Physics, Mathematics, and Civics.

Although Yuan Qing's "two lifetimes" are not as outrageous as the protagonists in online novels whose IQ doubles, his learning ability is indeed much stronger than that of ordinary people. This is the main reason why he was able to be admitted to the private Moonlight Pavilion Forest Academy through special admission.

His science grades are quite excellent, but he is somewhat unbalanced in the humanities.

Especially in the areas of Mandarin and civics.

It's not that he can't learn it, it's just that he's not very willing to learn it.

He gets a headache just looking at things like monologue literature such as "The Tale of Genji" and "The Pillow Book," as well as traditional genres such as waka, haiku, and military chronicles, and the analysis of old Japanese grammar.

The only area with a high score was classical literature.

This is largely thanks to the cultural knowledge he acquired before his reincarnation.

Even in a parallel world like Japan, classical Chinese literature still exists.

For example, the Four Books and Five Classics, Tang poetry and Song lyrics, etc., are all included and there is nothing missing.

After all, this world is very similar to Earth, and some countries, apart from having different names, have almost the same history.

Fortunately, I memorized all the Tang and Song poems in my past life, so I don't need to memorize them again in this life.

At 8:30, the school bell rang on time.

But after waiting for ten minutes, Mr. Zongye, who was in charge of teaching Japanese, still hadn't arrived.

When we were in school, we all fantasized about teachers getting hit by cars, scalded by boiling water, falling off bicycles into sewers, or being hit by hail while walking. In short, as long as a teacher couldn't come for some reason, we could enjoy a self-study class.

Seeing that the teacher was late, Yuan Qing decisively lay down on the table and began to dream of Zhuangzi's butterfly dream. The strange things that happened last night had kept him from falling asleep until the middle of the night, so he took this time to catch up on his sleep.

However, he had only been lying down for a short while when Yuki Tsukishiro, who was sitting on his right, gave him a Mamba elbow strike, almost sending him flying.

He was about to start yelling when he saw that the dog was sitting upright with a serious expression, looking just like a well-behaved child.

Buhou! Behold my killing intent perception!

As a seasoned student who spent 12 years in primary school, 6 years in junior high, and 4.5 years in high school, if Yuan Qing didn't even have this much risk awareness, then his title of "Sentinel of Light" for sitting at the door selecting information positions and sweeping people would have been for nothing.

The teacher must have come, otherwise this bastard wouldn't be acting like this.

Don't be afraid. Don't wake up immediately. Shake your leg first, pretend you're not asleep, then look down as if you're looking for something, and casually open your textbook.

After making the feint, Yuan Qing finally turned his gaze to the podium.

The visitor was a middle-aged man, tall, but with a habitually hunched back.

He was wearing a wrinkled gray suit, his tie hanging crookedly around his neck as if it had been scratched by a cat when he left home that morning, and his dark brown, medium-length hair was a mess like a bird's nest.

His features are quite handsome, and he looks exactly like Takeshi Kaneshiro, except that he has a stubble beard, dark circles under his eyes, and a strong sense of being a slacker. He practically has the word "decadent" written all over his face.

His name is Nakado Go, the vice principal of the private Gekkokan no Mori and the physics teacher for some classes. He is also a "legendary" figure in the school.

"Ahem, Professor Zongya... is on leave."

He cleared his throat, his voice hoarse and nasal as if from a hangover, and announced without any emotion:

"This lesson in Mandarin... I'll speak on behalf of..."

"Today we're going to talk about 'The Tale of Genji,' about the forbidden love between Hikaru Genji and his mother... no, his stepmother... Fujitsubo."

He opened the Chinese language textbook, his voice muffled as it came from the direction of the blackboard.

The key point is that halfway through his speech, he frowned again, unconsciously scratching his messy hair, as if he had no idea where to begin.

He looked down and flipped through the book, the pages rustling, but he couldn't find the page number for a long time.

The classroom was deathly silent.

After a brief silence, Nakado Go simply slammed his textbook onto the podium, plopped down in his chair, and lazily said:

"You can read the textbook yourselves. If you don't understand something... don't ask me, ask the book."

After saying that, he put his hands into the pockets of his crumpled trousers, leaned back slightly, and closed his eyes.

After a while, he started snoring.

【Awesome.】

Yuan Qing gave a thumbs up.

I knew that Nakado Go was a stern and unconventional Kansai man who rarely smiled. I could glean some insight from his physics lessons, but today he wasn't even pretending anymore.

It's truly a blessing from your past life that the school invited you to be both the principal and a teacher.

As the saying goes, if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too. If even I, the head of the hall, am sleeping, it would be a miracle if the students below could study seriously.

In less than five minutes, more than half of the students were slumped over their desks.

Nakado Go's classroom discipline requirements are very simple: as long as you don't talk or disturb other students, he won't care even if you fly a plane during class.

Of course, this is on the premise that the sound is muted.

Yuan Qing closed his textbook and slumped back onto the table.

Unfortunately, being disturbed from sleep is like being caught off guard by your mom opening the door and witnessing your impending climax – once it's gone, it's hard to get back up.

With nothing to do, Yuan Qing glanced at the other classmates around him, looking at the labels that kept popping up above their heads.

[Stomach ache], [Want to eat ice cream], [Dreaming of becoming a Shadow-level expert], [Azure Phoenix], [Little Blackie], [Playing with a katana]...

Ugh, what a mess these guys are.

Yuan Qing sighed inwardly and turned his gaze elsewhere.

Suddenly, as if he had noticed something, his eyes widened in shock!

Ok?

Did something "familiar" just sneak in?

Yuan Qing searched around and successfully locked onto the tag 【Azure Phoenix】.

And those bearing this label...

Zhongtang Wu.

Volume 1: Chapter 10 Shakugan no Crimson Sparrow? Bald Uncle!

Azure Phoenix in the Azure Sky...

I've seen several of these types of tags in a short period of time.

The female guild leader's "Mirror Flow: White Phoenix", the idiotic best friend's "Folding Mirror: Danzhu", and his own little sister's "Cloud Cutting: Snow Owl"...

These tags all have the same format, so he won't believe you if you say there's no connection between them.

I suspect that there is an extremely powerful "gangster" force operating in this school!

He had previously thought these labels were some kind of online nicknames, the kind that members of gaming guilds would use.

But now it seems...

Would someone like Nakado Go really play online games? I doubt he'd even be alive!

Just when Yuan Qing thought Zhongtang Wu was surprising enough, he never expected there would be another heavyweight—

The fourth period is civics class.

Civics classes are core courses in Japanese high schools designed to cultivate students’ social responsibility, civic awareness, and political and economic literacy.

Its content covers ethics, politics, economics, law, and modern social issues, aiming to guide students to understand the mechanisms of social operation and develop independent judgment.

That's right, it's similar to the "Ideological and Political Education" subject in Chinese high schools.

However, China's ideological and political education courses place more emphasis on the integrity of the theoretical system, while Japan focuses more on practice and critical thinking.