Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Because her legs were indeed still shaking.

Chapter 113 Solving the Dragon Ball Mystery

The car sped through the night, heading west along the coastline. The streetlights outside the window swept past one by one, their warm yellow light flickering inside the car, like a flowing galaxy folded into this narrow space.

Dragon Ball Peach leaned back in the passenger seat, the hem of her kimono spread out on the seat, the black fabric with gold patterns gleaming dimly in the light.

She turned her head to look out the window, her light blue hair bun was a little loose, and a few strands of hair fell from behind her ears and clung to her cheeks.

"……Thanks."

Zhang Yang, sitting in the back seat, looked up at her through the rearview mirror and asked, "What did you say?"

"I said thank you, but if you didn't hear me, never mind."

"I heard you." Zhang Yang smiled. "I just wanted you to say it again."

Dragon Ball Peach turned her head and glared at him through the rearview mirror: "Say that again and I'll kill you."

Zhang Yang leaned back in his seat, turning his head to look at the night view flashing by outside the window: "The rules of murder in Truck Ghost Stories are actually very simple; there are only two rules."

"The first rule is to turn the people killed in the accident into ghosts. These ghosts can control any vehicle to continue hitting people. The more people killed, the more ghosts there are, and the speed of their spread increases exponentially."

"Secondly, anyone who hears the horn will be judged as someone who has been hit by a truck. Once judged, the person will be thrown out as if they were actually hit, and will then become a ghost."

"The sound of a horn is the real means of killing."

Dragon Ball Momo's fingers tightened slightly: "In other words, if I had heard that horn sound back then..."

"You will be judged as having been hit head-on by a truck and dying on the spot. After that, you will become a ghost and continue to drive whatever vehicle you want to hit others, in an endless cycle, for your descendants."

The car fell silent.

"But it's been resolved." Zhang Yang's voice lightened again. "Speaking of which, with such a huge commotion tonight—passenger planes, tanks, bulldozers, oil tankers—everything was blown up. How are we going to manage to suppress that news coverage tomorrow?"

"The Dragon Ball Group will handle it." Dragon Ball Momo's voice was calm: "Several media outlets are controlled by the Dragon Ball Group. The rest won't dare to write anything reckless. We'll also have someone in the police department to talk to."

"The gangster's daughter always speaks with such confidence."

Stop being so cheeky.

The car rounded a bend and entered a quiet private road lined with cherry blossom trees, their branches swaying gently in the night breeze.

At the end of the road stood a Western-style villa with white walls and red tiles, its courtyard illuminated by warm yellow lights.

Dragon Ball Momo got out of the car, turned to the driver and said, "Aunt Yamada, take him back."

The driver smiled and said, "The team leader instructed that we can't let our hero leave like this. He'll stay here tonight, and the banquet will officially begin tomorrow to thank Young Master Zhang."

Dragon Ball Momo raised an eyebrow: "Tsk, they actually had this trick up their sleeve."

“Since the young master is here, there’s no reason for him to leave overnight.” After saying that, the driver nodded slightly to Zhang Yang, “Young Master Zhang, please.”

Zhang Yang immediately seized the opportunity and said, "Then I'll have to bother you."

Dragon Ball Peach glared at him, bit her lip, wanting to say something to stop him, but after thinking for a long time she couldn't find a suitable reason, so she could only whisper, "...The guest room is on the second floor, don't wander around."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll only take the paths I'm allowed to take."

The two walked through the courtyard gate and into the entrance hall.

Dragon Ball Momo bent down to change her shoes, her movements a little stiff. The kimono's obi belt and layered hem made squatting a strenuous task, and it took her quite a while to finally take off her shoes.

After entering the living room, she let out a long breath, as if all the air she had been holding in for a long time had been released at once.

Then she started taking off her clothes.

She ripped off the black belt with gold patterns, and took off the outer sleeves to reveal the plain white lining underneath.

He tossed his heavy kimono jacket onto the sofa, pulled out his stiff obi (sash) and threw it aside, as if he had removed a layer of armor, and the lines of his shoulders relaxed.

She bent down and ripped off the tabi socks, the white fabric slipping off her toes to reveal a pair of fair feet.

The toes are long and slender, and the arch of the instep is beautiful, but there is a faint redness on the soles and ankles.

I ran too fast on the mountain road just now, and my feet are worn out.

Dragon Ball Peach sat down on the edge of the sofa, lifted one foot, rubbed the sole of her foot with her hand, then switched to the other foot, her brow furrowing slightly.

Zhang Yang walked into the living room and saw this scene.

Dragon Ball Peach sat on the sofa wearing a white undershirt, her collar slightly open, revealing a section of her collarbone. Her long hair, which was tied up, was a little loose, with a few strands of light blue hair falling down her neck.

She was rubbing her feet with her head down, her expression showing both pain and frustration. She didn't want anyone to see her disheveled state, but the pain was unbearable, so she could only rub them secretly.

Zhang Yang walked over, squatted down in front of her, and reached out to hold her ankle.

Dragon Ball Momo froze, his eyes wide: "What are you doing!"

"Don't move."

Zhang Yang's fingers gripped her ankle, while his other hand supported her foot, his thumb pressing on the sole of her foot.

His warm palms, the moment they touched the soles of her feet, a warmth seeped in from the point of contact, like putting a frozen stone into warm water.

Dragon Ball Peach's feet tensed up involuntarily, then slowly relaxed.

"hiss……"

"Say it if it hurts."

"Who's in pain!" Her voice rose eight octaves, but her body betrayed her; she didn't pull her foot back.

Zhang Yang's fingers gently massaged the soles of her feet, applying just the right amount of pressure, pushing from the heel to the ball of her foot, and then lightly stroking along the arch of her foot.

Dragon Ball Peach bit her lip and didn't speak, but her breathing gradually became deeper, her tense shoulders slowly slumped, and her neck tilted to one side.

Comfortable.

But she would never tell anyone.

She simply sat quietly on the sofa, letting Zhang Yang massage her feet, her gaze wandering to a corner of the living room, pretending she was looking at the paintings on the wall, pretending everything was normal.

After massaging for five or six minutes, the soreness in my feet subsided considerably, replaced by a warm, tingling sensation.

Then Zhang Yang lowered his head, gently parted her toes with his fingers, and felt the warm touch on the soles of her feet.

A moist, soft touch pressed against the arch of her foot.

Dragon Ball Momo sat bolt upright: "Wait—what are you doing!"

Zhang Yang raised his head, a slight moisture glistening at the corner of his mouth, his gaze a mixture of mockery and seriousness: "Nice feet."

"Not bad, my foot!" Dragon Ball Peach kicked him in the face.

Zhang Yang dodged to the side, and Long Zhu Tao's foot missed its mark, then kicked towards his chest.

Zhang Yang reached out and grabbed her ankle, then grabbed the ankle of her other foot, and pulled hard, dragging Long Zhutao off the sofa.

She lost her balance, leaned forward, and braced herself on the sofa cushions with her hands, ending up in a kneeling position. The neckline of her white inner lining was open, revealing a large expanse of her fair chest.

"Zhang Yang! You..."

"Be quiet."

Dragon Ball Momo's breathing became erratic: "You... what do you want to do?"

"Take the Dragon Ball." Zhang Yang leaned down and whispered three words in her ear.

Dragon Ball Momo's face flushed crimson, burning from her ears to her neck, even the skin under her collar turning pink: "What Dragon Ball! Who gave you permission to pick it! Stop right there—I'll kill you! I really will kill you!"

Her voice was loud and her tone was fierce, as if she were cursing, threatening, or making harsh remarks.

But she didn't actually push him away.

Zhang Yang began to pick the dragon pearls. Although the dragon pearls were not as big as Li Sushang's rabbit, they were perfectly positioned in his palm, like a pair of bright moons just scooped up from the sea, warm and heavy.

"Zhang Yang...you...you're taking advantage of my kindness..."

"Yes, but that's just how Peach is; she always repays kindness."

Zhang Yang responded and stopped picking up the dragon pearl. Instead, he grabbed a pair of dragon horns, separated them, and looked closely at the precious jade on the dragon's head.

A pair of long, white jade dragon horns were now slightly taut, like the tails of a startled dragon.

The dragon's horns were forcibly pried open, revealing a deep, dark path.

In the story of "The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter," the Dragon Head Jewel is hidden on the top of the dragon's head or under its chin, shining brightly and illuminating all directions.

Those who wish to obtain the Dragon Balls embark on a long sea voyage, battling evil dragons amidst storms.

The dragon's roar was like thunder, each time it opened its mouth it spewed out scorching waves, the sea surged, and the sky darkened.

The great lord Ōtomo also went to sea to search for dragons.

He encountered a storm and was struck by lightning. He drifted at sea for a long time and returned half-dead. He said he saw the Dragon God and almost got the Dragon Ball.

But he didn't.

He failed.

Because he doesn't understand dragons.

He didn't understand that dragons don't need sweet words or romantic songs.

Dragons only respond to force.

Kindness must be repaid, and grudges must be avenged.

Someone saved her whole family tonight.

A truck was killed tonight – a ghost story.

Tonight, someone knelt down beside her feet, grasped her ankle, and used their warm thumb to massage away the redness and swelling on the sole of her foot.

So Dragon Ball Peach didn't push it away.

She lay on the sofa, her long, light blue hair spread out on the cushions, her gaze fixed on the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. Her chest heaved, and she said in a fierce tone, "If you dare to hurt me... I really will kill you."

A drop of crimson blood dripped onto the light-colored fabric of the sofa cushion, spreading into a small crimson flower. (Ling)

So the Dragon Balls were here all along.

The Dragon Ball was removed. (Turn)

A storm is always needed.

The storm is Dragon Ball Momo's expression, and the lightning is her fierce tone. (Group)

Everything was terrifying; everything felt like it would tear you apart.

Zhang Yang suppressed the storm.

To take the Dragon Head Jade from the dragon's territory, one must first endure the dragon's wrath.

The storm is Dragon Ball Peach's expression, fierce, like she's about to devour someone; the lightning is her menacing tone, every sentence saying "I'll kill you" and "I'm going to kill you."

But she didn't push him away.

"Liar, you said it wouldn't hurt..."

But the storm will eventually pass.

The thunder subsided, and the dark clouds dispersed into fine rain, falling on the parched earth with a gentle, soothing sound.

Dragon Ball Peach's cursing gradually softened, turning into intermittent soft humming, like spring rain pattering on bamboo leaves, fine and continuous, like a fingernail gently tracing across, not like a scratch, but more like the winding traces of raindrops on a windowpane.

The storm turned into spring rain.

She was soaked through by the spring rain, from head to toe, inside and out, even her bones were drenched in warm moisture.

The fierce thunder and lightning had vanished, leaving only a gentle drizzle.

Dragon Ball Peach's breathing gradually calmed down. Her arm was still hanging around his neck, and her whole body was like a leaf washed by the rain, quietly stretching out, even her toes were loose.

Chapter 114 He lay down on the piano

A rooftop at Shuchiin.

A parasol was set up in the corner of the rooftop, and a light blue sleeping mat was laid out under the parasol.

Are you satisfied with this astronomy department?

Despite being called the Astronomy Club, it's really just an empty shell. There are no advisors, no members, no activities, only a small classroom converted from a storage room and the right to use this rooftop.

Zhang Yang applied to the student council on the grounds of "promoting the popularization of extracurricular astronomy knowledge," and the student council president approved it.