Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Chika thought to herself, "So that's how it is."

The Hourai Jade Branch was fake, which is why Fujiwara was rejected by Princess Kaguya.

Her playing was also fake; it was a mere repetition of someone else's score, a neat "fake" that failed to touch people's hearts.

But Zhang Yang said he accepted it.

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Chika remained silent for a long time, something moving in her blue eyes, like an undercurrent beneath deep water.

Whether the treasures in the Kaguya-hime story are real or fake is completely irrelevant.

Princess Kaguya did not love Fujiwara, so even the unparalleled Hourai Jade Branch was nothing more than a fake in her eyes.

If you truly love someone, even a tree branch casually broken off from the roadside can be a Udumbara flower.

"How do you think you played?" Zhang Yang asked.

Chika didn't answer immediately. Instead, she lowered her head, looked at her fingers on the piano keys, and remained silent for a long time.

"not good."

Zhang Yang smiled slightly: "I think it's great."

Qianhua raised her head and met his gaze.

“You say it’s good, I say it’s not.” Zhang Yang took two steps forward. “We disagree.”

Chika lowered her head, her fingers sliding off the piano keys: "Then... I lost."

What should I do if I lose?

"I'm going to...I'm going to be eaten."

Zhang Yang stood behind her, leaned down, placed his hands on either side of the piano, and encircled her between the piano bench and his chest: "Lie down on the piano yourself."

Chika took a deep breath, stood up, placed her hands on the piano lid, bent slightly, and let her long pink hair fall from her shoulders onto the piano surface.

Chapter 115 The Truth Behind the Ghost Story and the Decision to Draw a Card

Morning light seeped in through the gaps in the curtains.

When Qianhua woke up, she found herself curled up in Zhang Yang's arms, her cheek pressed against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat, steady and powerful, one beat after another, like a precise metronome beating an unchanging rhythm.

My body still feels sore and swollen from last night's overuse, and it's a bit red. My lower back is also a little sore.

The most obvious pain was in my buttocks, which burned like they had been repeatedly slapped with a board, and every inch of my skin was protesting.

Chika carefully turned over, trying to relieve the discomfort in her buttocks, but as soon as she moved, the soreness spread, making her gasp.

"Awake?" Zhang Yang's voice came from above.

Qianhua hummed in response, burying her face in his chest, her voice muffled: "My butt hurts so much... How many times did you hit me yesterday?"

"I didn't count." Zhang Yang thought for a moment, "Probably around one hundred and thirty or forty times."

"One hundred and thirty or forty times!" Qianhua suddenly raised her head, her blue eyes wide open. "You think this is a drum? You've been beating it all night!"

“You didn’t tell me to stop,” Zhang Yang yawned. “And you clearly liked it; towards the end, you even put your butt against my hand.”

Qianhua's face flushed red, and she reached out to cover his mouth: "Don't say it!"

Zhang Yang smiled in the morning light, took her wrist, and gently kissed her palm: "How about taking a day off today?"

Chika paused for a moment, then quickly shook her head: "No, no, no! If we rest, wouldn't that be telling everyone what we did last night?"

“We never intended to hide it from anyone,” Zhang Yang said, sitting up. “When we took you away from your father yesterday, it was already too late to keep it a secret.”

Chika lowered her head, her fingers clutching the edge of the bed sheet. After a moment of silence, she muttered, "I still have to go to school. I'm going anyway."

She thought that if she asked for leave today, her father would be even more convinced that something had happened last night. Rather than facing her father's interrogating gaze at home, she would rather go to school.

Although my butt hurts a lot when I sit in the chair.

The two washed up, changed clothes, and left the apartment.

A morning breeze blew in from the end of the street, carrying the unique dampness of early morning.

Chika was wearing a light pink cardigan with a white long skirt. She walked a little awkwardly, taking smaller steps than usual. With each step, you could see her slightly furrowing her brow, as if she was adjusting her center of gravity to reduce the friction between her hips and her clothes.

Zhang Yang walked beside her, watching her grimace and try to act nonchalant, and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "How about I carry you?"

"No!" Qianhua glared at him. "Don't...don't do this in the street..."

Halfway through her sentence, her gaze drifted past Zhang Yang's shoulder and landed on the black sedan parked across the street.

The Fujiwara family's car.

Chika froze.

The car door opened, and Fujiwara Daichi got out of the driver's seat.

He was still wearing yesterday's dark gray suit, his tie was tied meticulously, and his face was calm.

Qianhua's heart suddenly raced, and she instinctively hid half a body length behind Zhang Yang.

She wondered when her father had arrived and how long he had been waiting. Had he seen them come out of the apartment? Yes, he had.

You must have seen it.

Fujiwara Daichi's gaze swept over the two of them, landing on Chika's awkward stance. After a moment of silence, he said, "There's a coffee shop nearby with good breakfast. Let's grab something together."

The café features light brown upholstered booths, with sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and casting warm dappled patterns on the tables.

Qianhua followed her father inside. She hesitated for a moment before standing in front of a booth, then bent down and sat down. (Cang)

The moment her buttocks touched the hard chair surface, her body bounced up as if burned.

Fujiwara Daichi raised an eyebrow slightly.

Chika gritted her teeth and slowly sat down again, supporting herself on the table with her hands, shifting some of her weight onto her arms, her buttocks barely touching the chair.

Her expression maintained a forced smile, as if everything in the world was normal.

"What would you like to drink?" Fujiwara Daichi flipped open the menu.

"Orange juice!" Chika answered quickly, "I want it iced, really iced!"

She felt that what she needed most right now was something cold to cool down her cheeks.

Zhang Yang sat down next to her casually, leaning back in the booth: "I'd like a black coffee, please."

The waiter took down the order and left.

There were three people left at the table. The atmosphere was like solidified jelly, seemingly transparent and calm, but actually shaky at the slightest touch.

Fujiwara Daichi put down the menu, clasped his hands on the table, and looked at Zhang Yang's face: "Now you can tell me, what did you do to my daughter?"

Chika's face flushed red: "Dad!"

"Chika, don't speak yet." Fujiwara Daichi's tone wasn't stern. "I'm asking him a question."

Zhang Yang leaned back in his chair, his expression unchanged: "Are you sure you want to hear the details?"

Fujiwara Daichi's eye twitched, and he changed his question: "What do you plan to do?"

Zhang Yang picked up the black coffee the waiter had just brought him, took a sip, and said, "Have a good drink."

"The 'good thing' you're talking about is that it changed the way she walks?"

“Isn’t this normal?” Zhang Yang put down his coffee cup. “But your daughter, her hobbies are a bit strange.”

Chika's eyes widened: "Hey!"

Zhang Yang ignored her and continued talking to Fujiwara Daido: "None of the Fujiwara family's daughters seem to be normal. She especially likes being spanked, and the harder it is, the more excited she gets. My hands are sore from slapping her, but she still wants more."

Chika jumped up from her seat, making such a loud noise that everyone in the coffee shop turned to look at her: "What are you saying! Dad, don't listen to his nonsense! I didn't! I didn't..."

“Chika,” Fujiwara Daichi sighed, “you three really did inherit your mother’s hobbies in different ways.”

Chika: "Hmm?"

Zhang Yang: "Hmm..."

The café fell silent for a moment, with only the background music continuing to play—a soothing jazz piece, the sound of a saxophone drifting leisurely through the air.

The image of her mother in Chika's mind was dignified and elegant, a diplomat, with crescent-shaped eyes when she smiled, and always speaking in a gentle and soft voice... This image was collapsing at a visible speed.

No, that's not right. What does "separate inheritance" mean?

Moeha and Toyomi look alike...

Fujiwara Daichi realized he had inadvertently let something slip, so he picked up his coffee cup, took a sip, and avoided his daughter's gaze.

The silence was deafening.

Zhang Yang's gaze swept back and forth between the father and daughter, and he suddenly laughed: "I see, the Fujiwara family's genes are indeed stably inherited."

"Shut up!" Qianhua stomped on his foot under the table, but her face was burning red, her mind frantically reassembling all her memories of her parents.

Chika seemed to understand something, yet she also seemed to want to understand nothing at all.

Fujiwara Daichi coughed lightly and tapped the table with his knuckles, steer the conversation back on track: "Let's put this matter aside for now. Since you've already dragged Chika into this, I'll get straight to the point."

Chika was stunned: "Is this serious business?"

Fujiwara Daichi's gaze returned to its steady and sharp state. He took a folder from his briefcase, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Zhang Yang.

……

The afternoon sun slanted into the astronomy classroom.

It was called a classroom, but it was actually a converted storage room in the corner of the rooftop. There were several old bookshelves on the wall, and a long table in the center with a few astronomy magazines and a half-full glass ashtray scattered on the table.

From the window seat, you can see the entire sky, with the blue dome spreading out within the glass frame.

The curtains were half-drawn, and the light cut a line of light and shadow on the table.

Dragon Ball Momo sat by the window, her white beret pulled low, her arms crossed, her gaze sweeping over the people sitting around the long table, her tone somewhat impatient: "When did my activities room become a place for you girls to hold your parties?"

"What does it matter?" Fujiwara Chika sat opposite her, smiling brightly. "The Astronomy Club doesn't have any other members, so it's just sitting empty."

"It's not like it's empty for you guys to have tea parties." Dragon Ball Momo's gaze lingered on Chika for a moment, then moved down half an inch before returning to her. "Did you do it?"

Qianhua nearly choked on her drink, bouncing slightly in her chair and letting out a short gasp as her bottom hit the seat. She gripped the edge of the table with both hands, her cheeks turning bright red at an alarming rate: "Peach! You were way too blunt with your question!"

Dragon Ball Peach leaned back in his chair, expressionless: "Then it was done."

Chika lowered her head, her eyes glistening with tears, and her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum: "...Mmm."

Dragon Ball Peach nodded, picked up her coffee, and took a sip.

Kaguya Shinomiya sat at one end of the long table, her expression aloof, but the grip on her cup handle with her slender fingers was a bit tighter than usual.

Shijo Maki sat opposite her, looking as if her soul had been ripped away, her eyes fixed on the cover of an astronomy magazine on the table, her pupils unfocused.

It turns out it was done.

Senior Swallow—Classroom—Zhang Yang.

Qianhua—Apartment—Extroverted.

Peach—Villa—Extravagant.

What about yourself?

Shijo Maki suddenly remembered that night... Zhang Yang was in her room, sitting by her bed, saying that he had teleported to his beloved's side.

That night she chased him away, saying, "You should go sleep at Love's place."

She chased him away herself, and then he went to Hayasaka Ai's room.

Then there is no more.

Why did I have to send him away?

Kaguya Shinomiya put down her teacup, her gaze falling indifferently on Chika's face: "Did you tell us all this on purpose to show off?"

Chika quickly waved her hands: "No, no, no! I didn't mean that at all! It was just that Peach asked me, Peach asked me. So I answered."

"That was a detailed answer," Kaguya's voice remained calm.

Hayasaka Ai sat next to Kaguya, gently twirling the glass of ice water in front of her, and suddenly said softly, "Zhang Yang-kun, your stamina is indeed very good."

This seemingly neutral comment, when it reached the ears of everyone present, created a subtle chemical reaction.

The conversation veered in a subtle, tacit understanding towards an even more ambiguous direction.