Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

As he spoke, he pulled out a Chinese red envelope from somewhere.

"Here, this is a gift for meeting you."

Zhang Yang immediately stepped forward: "Please rest assured, sir, I will definitely treat Taozi well!"

Dragon Ball Momo: "..."

Destroy it! Hurry up, I'm tired...

Footsteps sounded behind me.

Looking back, the entrance to the main hall was crowded with people.

They were all members of the group.

Old and young, dressed in suits and in kimonos, everyone craned their necks to look inside.

His gaze shifted back and forth between Zhang Yang and Longzhu Tao.

"Young Miss, is this really a classmate?"

"What classmate brings someone home this late?"

Dragon Ball Momo's face turned bright red: "You—!"

"Alright, alright," the old man waved his hand. "Go prepare dinner. We can't let our guests go hungry."

The group members dispersed with laughter.

But Dragon Ball Peach knew they weren't there to prepare dinner.

They went to call more people to come and see.

In less than half an hour, the entire mansion was in an uproar.

The news spread much faster than Dragon Ball Peach had anticipated.

People came from all directions. Some ran back from the training field without even changing their clothes; others rushed back from outside, jumping out of their cars before they had even stopped.

Zhang Yang sat in the main hall, drinking tea, his expression unchanged.

Occasionally, someone would come over and strike up a conversation, and he would respond with a few words.

I won't say much, nor will I say too little. I'll answer every question, and once I've answered, I won't say another word.

The attitude was neither particularly warm nor cold.

But this very attitude was interpreted differently by the team members – “This kid is steady.”

Dragon Ball Peach listened from the side, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

"He didn't want to marry me! And I didn't want to marry him!"

"Okay, okay, just a regular classmate." An older woman nodded with a smile, "Just a regular male classmate."

"He's just an ordinary classmate!"

"Don't be shy, Miss."

Dragon Ball Peach is about to explode.

She turned to look at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang sat there, holding a teacup, his expression indifferent, as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with him.

Dragon Ball Peach knew perfectly well... this guy was definitely doing it on purpose; he neither denied nor admitted it, just letting others misunderstand.

She wanted to hit someone, but she had no evidence.

At dinner time, the mansion was in complete chaos.

餐零5酒厅很大说4，灵气群能坐小一百2三2苍5多群人二。

But there were clearly more than a hundred people here today. Many of them were eating standing up, and their eyes kept glancing toward Zhang Yang.

After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became even more lively. Someone started to jeer, "Miss, let's have a toast!"

Dragon Ball Peach glared at the man: "What are you saluting for!"

"Respect for the future!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Dragon Ball Peach's face turned as red as a sunset.

Zhang Yang held his wine glass, took a small sip, put it down, and then stood up.

"I'd like to propose a toast to everyone."

"I'm new here, thank you for your hospitality. My classmate Longzhu helped me out at school, and she's having some trouble today, so I came to see if I could help." He raised his glass. "Let's not talk about anything else for now, thank you all for your hospitality."

He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

His movements were decisive, and his smile was open and honest.

The group members were stunned for a moment, then burst into enthusiastic applause and cheers.

"That was great!"

"Young Miss has excellent taste!"

Dragon Ball Peach stood still.

The way he spoke—his tone, his wording—sounded like a future son-in-law introducing himself to his wife's family.

She tried to deny it loudly, but after shouting all afternoon, her voice was hoarse and no one listened.

Just when Longzhu Tao thought the most outrageous part of the night was over, several women came over and grabbed her arms.

"Young Miss, please come with us for a moment."

"What?"

"Change your clothes."

"Why are you changing your clothes?!"

"You'll know when you get here."

Before Dragon Ball Peach could even struggle, she was dragged into the inner room by a group of people.

Zhang Yang heard Longzhu Tao's shout coming from inside the room.

"I won't wear it!" "What the hell is this?!" "Let me go!"

The sound gradually faded away.

After a meal.

The door to the inner room opened.

Dragon Ball Peach walked out.

The entire restaurant fell silent.

She wore a scarlet kimono with long, flowing sleeves, gold floral embroidery on the front, and a dark purple sash tied in an elegant knot around her waist.

Her hair was styled in an updo, revealing her fair neck, with a silver hairpin inserted in her hair, the head of which had tassels hanging down.

She wore light makeup, with a touch of vermilion on her lips.

She stood at the door, looking awkward.

One hand gripped the cuff, the other unsure where to put it.

"What are you looking at... They insisted that I change it..."

Zhang Yang's gaze fell on her, he looked at her for a few seconds, and then nodded: "Beautiful."

Dragon Ball Momo's face instantly turned bright red: "You!?"

The group members around them snapped out of their daze and started cheering loudly, "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

Dragon Ball Momo suddenly looked up: "Who wants to kiss him—!"

But her voice was drowned out by the jeers, and nobody paid any attention to her.

Dragon Ball Peach's feelings are more complicated than they have ever been in his life.

She stood in the center of the hall, dressed in a kimono like a courtesan, surrounded and jeered by a group of clueless gang members.

Sitting opposite her was her "ordinary male classmate," who was calmly drinking tea.

Her grandfather watched with a smile from the corner.

Her parents also looked on with anticipation.

Dragon Ball Momo thought to herself that even if that truck were to crash into this mansion now, she would be truly grateful to it.

She looked up, trying to find a direction where she could catch her breath.

Then she saw Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang wasn't looking at her.

He was looking at the sky.

Dragon Ball Peach paused for a moment.

Zhang Yang sat near the window, his body slightly turned towards the window, his head tilted back, his gaze fixed on the night sky outside.

He was facing her, and everyone thought he should be looking at her, but he wasn't; he was looking at the sky.

Dragon Ball Peach's anger surged up.

She was being jeered at by a group of people for dressing so outrageously, and was forced into a corner with nowhere to escape.

The culprit was actually spacing out?

But her anger only lasted for two seconds before she calmed down.

"Extroverted".

Dragon Ball Peach followed his gaze.

A point of light was moving in the night sky.

One by one, the people in the restaurant turned their gazes away.

The entire hall gradually quieted down.

Even those in the last row could see the view outside the window.

In the night sky, the outline of a passenger plane became clearer and clearer, its nose pointing directly at the mansion, the lights under its wings flashing on and off.

The sound of the engine was getting closer.

boom--

A booming sound came from afar, like muffled thunder rolling across the sky.

Chapter 112 Fire Dragon Crashes into the Cave

In the night sky, the outline of the passenger plane grew larger and larger.

The nose of the plane was pointed at the mansion, the lights under the wings flickered on and off, and the roar of the engine made the glass windows vibrate.

Everyone in the restaurant was stunned.

With wine glasses still in their hands and food still on their chopsticks, everyone looked up at the massive, swooping creature.

Zhang Yang stood by the window, his feet slightly apart, his right fist clenched.

The curse power within the body ignited.

The fiery energy surged from the dantian, flowing rapidly along the meridians, leaving a layer of golden-red light patterns on the skin wherever it passed.

Heat bursts out from the pores, instantly distorting and deforming the surrounding air, as if a layer of transparent flames covers the body.

He raised his right fist and threw a punch.

boom--!

A golden-red pillar of fire erupted from the fist, as thick as a giant log, and crashed straight into the passenger plane.

The moment the fire hit the nose of the aircraft, the steel melted and curled up like paper, and the fuselage instantly turned into orange-red liquid metal, which evaporated into white steam.

The entire passenger plane disintegrated with a roar, turning into a giant fireball that illuminated the entire night sky.