Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

She turned to look at Zhang Yang: "What did you do to her?"

"Help her get a medical check-up." Zhang Yang buttoned up the last button and turned around.

"A physical examination?"

"Conduct a thorough investigation."

Dragon Ball Momo narrowed his eyes: "What did you say?"

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"..."

"They dig very carefully. First, they push aside the vines outside the nest, slowly and gently, because swallow nests are very fragile and can be damaged if they are too forceful. Then they reach in and touch the swallow eggs inside."

"..."

"The swallow eggs are very slippery, so you have to hold them carefully and not crush them. Take them out one by one and place them on the soft cloth prepared next to you."

Dragon Ball Peach's expression froze.

"After emptying it, I had to make sure nothing was left in the nest." Zhang Yang said with a righteous expression, "So I went in again and checked to make sure it was clean before I pulled it out."

Dragon Ball Peach's expression went through a complete process, from confusion to understanding, then to shock, then to anger, and finally to blankness.

"...What the hell are you talking about?"

“To tell you the truth.” Zhang Yang’s expression was so sincere it was like he was swearing. “Senior Yanzi is very healthy. I’ve checked every corner and every crevice.”

Dragon Ball Peach really wants to hit someone.

But she also knew that she was no match for this person, so she decided to start cursing directly.

However, Zhang Yang didn't give her that chance at all.

"We've also found out about your truck ghost story."

"what?"

One moment Zhang Yang was joking and telling dirty jokes, the next he was acting like he was investigating a case, picking up his phone and showing a photo: "Yasuda Auditorium Incident, 1969, University of Tokyo."

“When the student movement was at its most intense, the Japanese government was unable to control the police and turned to the Yamaguchi-gumi for help.”

"When the gang invaded the school, the students, in an act of resistance, drove a truck into and killed the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi."

Dragon Ball Peach looked down at the photo and felt that the person in it looked somewhat familiar.

"The truck driver is your grandfather."

The wind outside the window blew the curtains, and the white fabric fluttered gently in the wind before falling back down with a pattering sound.

“The original members of the Dragon Ball Group were the students who participated in the Yasuda Auditorium Incident,” Zhang Yang continued. “They killed the Yamaguchi-gumi leader, were blacklisted, couldn’t find work, and had nowhere to go. So your grandfather led them to start their own business, and that’s how they got to where they are today.”

Dragon Ball Peach didn't speak, her gaze fixed on the blurry photo.

"Have you ever thought about this?" Zhang Yang looked at her, "Why don't the Dragon Ball team members have tattoos?"

“Japanese gangsters all have tattoos, initiation ceremonies, brother tattoos, it’s a tradition.”

“But the Dragon Ball crew doesn’t. Not just tattoos, you guys don’t touch contraband either.”

"This isn't how gangsters operate; it's more like..."

He paused for a moment before saying, "The behavior of a group of students."

“My family used to be involved in smuggling,” Dragon Ball Peach said in a low voice. “But my grandfather never said where we smuggled to, and neither did my father.”

Zhang Yang looked at her: "Don't you find it strange? A gang that doesn't have tattoos or deal drugs, yet they smuggle goods without knowing their destination. You're the young lady of the Dragon Ball Group, but you know very little."

Dragon Ball Momo frowned: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"In a sense, you were also very well protected."

Zhang Yang walked to the window, where the sunlight cast a long shadow.

"The origin of the truck ghost stories is the Yasuda Lecture Hall incident. The Yamaguchi-gumi members who were killed in the accident became spirits after their deaths. After all the spirits in Japan evaporated, their resentment gathered together and became the truck ghost stories."

"There has only been one goal from the beginning."

"A member of the Dragon Ball team."

Zhang Yang patted her on the shoulder: "You are, in some ways, a pampered young lady raised in a greenhouse."

Dragon Ball Peach glared at him.

But she didn't shake off his hand.

Zian Yan watched from the side without saying a word.

She had known Longzhu Tao for three years and had never seen her with such an expression, like a primary school student stumped by a teacher's question.

Zhang Yang is a person.

I encountered the truck ghost story yesterday evening.

This morning, the entire line, from Yasuda Academy to the Yamaguchi-gumi leader to the origins of the Dragon Ball group, was thoroughly investigated.

Where did he find out? When did he find out? How did he confirm that the truck was the same one that killed the Yamaguchi-gumi leader back then?

"But I don't know where that truck is now, so I'd like to come to your house to ask."

"What do you want to do?" Dragon Ball Peach immediately became alert.

Zhang Yang said in a serious tone, "It's nothing, I just wanted to ask you all a few questions and, by the way, gather you all together for protection, or maybe I should say, go fishing."

"So it really was fishing after all?"

“I’m not an omnipotent and omniscient god either, there are always things I can’t do.” Zhang Yang patted Dragon Ball Peach on the shoulder: “Let’s wait. Tomorrow, I can go to the gacha pool to draw cards. Maybe I can get this new power to find hidden enemies.”

"To be honest, I don't really want you to meet your family..." Cang

"Dragon Ball Peach, you are the woman I've set my sights on." (Ling)

Dragon Ball Peach paused, her cheeks flushing instantly: "Hey, watch out or I'll kill you! Do you think I'm some kind of little girl in a morning drama, easily swayed by the male lead saying 'You're the woman I've set my sights on'?"

"Is what you've got your eye on very valuable?" he asked.

She spoke faster and faster, growing increasingly angry: "Didn't you also have your eye on Kaguya Shinomiya, Ai Hayasaka, Tsubame Koyasu, Maki Shijou, Chika Fujiwara, and that college student who lives upstairs from you—"

“Su Shi is a high school student,” Zhang Yang reminded her.

"I don't care what you say!" Dragon Ball Peach swept her hair back, revealing a smooth forehead, her expression fierce. "You think you can get away with this by changing your story?"

Zhang Yang said helplessly, "Fine, what do you want?"

Dragon Ball Peach paused for a moment, her gaze wary: "Our family gets together sometimes, consider this an early gathering. Let me make this clear first, you must make it clear to them that this isn't a marriage proposal, nor is it about taking your daughter away."

Zhang Yang tilted his head slightly: "Are you shy?"

Dragon Ball Peach's face turned even redder. She gritted her teeth and muttered under her breath, "...playboy."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"I wasn't praising you!" Longzhu Tao looked at Zi'an Yan as if seeking help: "Yanzi, you need to control your man!"

Zian Yan's eyes were very clear, and she seemed to have a blank mind. Her first words were: "Sorry, Tao, my head is still very hot right now. I feel like my head is all mush."

Zhang Yang added earnestly, "That's right, her brain is currently filled with white liquid."

Dragon Ball Momo: "..."

Please, please stop saying these things here.

……

The Dragon Ball crew's residence is located in Meguro Ward.

The entire street belongs to the Dragon Ball family.

Two young men in black suits stood at the door. When they saw Longzhu Tao get out of the car, they bowed at a 90-degree angle.

"Miss."

Dragon Ball Peach nodded and walked towards the gate, with Zhang Yang following behind her.

The two men in black exchanged a glance, their gazes lingering on him for a moment.

The mansion is very large.

Entering through the main gate, there is a long stone-paved path with neatly trimmed Podocarpus macrophyllus trees planted on both sides.

A three-story building, a blend of Japanese and Western styles, comes into view deep within the courtyard.

Dragon Ball Momo walked quickly. She wanted to cross the courtyard as soon as possible, but someone in the mansion had already noticed her.

"Young Miss is back!"

A shout came from the porch.

A middle-aged man in work clothes strode out, saw Dragon Ball Peach, and greeted her with a smile: "Miss, you're back so early today—oh?"

His gaze lingered on Zhang Yang.

Who is this?

“Classmate,” said Dragon Ball Momo, “is here as a guest.”

"Oh—it's a classmate."

The middle-aged man's "oh" trailed off for a long time. The amount of information contained in that "oh" was enough to write a short story.

He turned and called into the house, "The young lady has brought her classmate home!"

That shout had the effect of throwing a stone into a pond.

Several people emerged from the porch. Some were wearing suits, some were wearing work clothes, and some were wearing kimonos.

Their gazes were all fixed in the same direction.

Zhang Yang stood on the stone pavement, his hands in his pockets, his expression unchanged.

Dragon Ball Peach felt her blood pressure soaring.

"Go back! What are you looking at!"

"Don't be angry, Miss." A middle-aged man in a striped suit said with a smile, "You brought your friend back, of course we should get to know each other."

"Not friends! Just classmates!"

"Oh, classmate." The man in the striped suit nodded. "Male classmate."

Dragon Ball Peach gritted his teeth.

The group members swarmed around him, bombarding him with questions: "What's your name, young man?" "Where are you from?" "What does your family do?"

Longzhu Tao grabbed Zhang Yang's sleeve and dragged him toward the porch.

The movements were quick and powerful.

Zhang Yang was being pulled along by her, but his expression remained calm.

Walk through the porch and into the main hall.

The main hall is very large.

The dark wood floor has a low table in the center, on which a tea set is placed.

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A calligraphy scroll hangs on the wall—the character "侠" (xia, meaning chivalry/martial arts), written with vigorous strokes.

A person is sitting below the character.

An old man.

His hair was completely white, and his back was ramrod straight.

He wore a dark gray kimono with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong forearms.

His face had deep wrinkles, but his eyes were bright.

He saw Zhang Yang, and his gaze sharpened slightly.

Dragon Ball Peach stopped in her tracks: "Grandpa."

Former leader of the Dragon Ball team.

The old man squinted and his first words made Longzhu Tao unable to hold back: "Young man, you are really good-looking. No wonder Xiao Taozi took a liking to you. You are from the west. Back then, I ran to the west every day for the sake of my brothers' lives. Several times I was almost caught and sent back to Tokyo prison."