Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

The wind brushed against her hair, slightly cool, yet comforting.

As she walked, she suddenly stopped.

There was a person standing on the sidewalk ahead.

A boy, wearing the school uniform of Shuchiin Academy, was not very tall, and looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old.

He had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and a face as handsome as jade.

When these two words suddenly popped into Fujiwara Chika's mind, she was startled, since she wasn't usually so literary when reading books.

But in that instant, those two words did come to mind, because she couldn't find a more fitting expression.

She recognized him.

This guy seems to be a transfer student who just arrived today, what's his name again... Zhang Yang?

Yes, flamboyant.

Transfer students are rare at Shuchiin Academy, and he heard that this one had returned from abroad.

She took a step forward, intending to go up and say hello.

Then she heard the roar of an engine.

The sound came so suddenly and so violently, like a wild beast suddenly leaping out from a street corner.

Fujiwara Chika instinctively turned her head and saw a large truck rushing towards her at a speed that should never be near the sidewalk. The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground, and the headlights blinded her.

Her mind went completely blank for a moment.

She could hear her own heartbeat, hear the blood surging in her ears, hear something called "instinct" screaming at her to run away, but her feet felt like they were nailed to the ground, and she couldn't move an inch.

Then Fujiwara Chika witnessed an unbelievable scene.

The boy named Zhang Yang turned around and calmly raised his right hand.

His movements were so casual, so nonchalant, as if he were about to flag down a taxi.

boom--

The truck came to a sudden stop, as if it had crashed into an invisible wall.

The entire vehicle was held in place by a tremendous force, unable to move, like a child whose head was being held down by an adult, struggling in vain.

Fujiwara Chika blinked.

I must be dreaming.

It must be because they were starving for too long that they started hallucinating.

Yes, that's it.

She should go eat a bowl of ramen first, get a good night's sleep, and wake up tomorrow to find that it was just a ridiculous dream.

But when she pinched the back of her hand, it hurt.

Zhang Yang seemed to notice someone behind him, turned around, and his gaze fell on Fujiwara Chika, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes.

Then he started acting.

"Oh dear, what strength! As expected, human strength is no match for the Great Fortune Celestial Venerable. This is terrible..."

Zhang Yang staggered backward, his steps unsteady, his facial expression exaggerated as if he were performing in a stage play.

But Fujiwara Chika couldn't tell that it was acting; she only saw the boy being pushed backward by a huge truck, getting closer and closer to her step by step.

She should have run.

Her brain was telling her that she should run, scream, call the police, and do anything a normal person would do.

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Fujiwara Chika rushed to Zhang Yang's side, stretched out her hands, and placed them on the front of the truck.

As her palm touched the cold steel, she felt the vibrations coming from the front of the car, which made her arm go numb.

She pushed with all her might, her feet braced against the ground, her whole body almost tilting at a 45-degree angle.

"You..." Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, "What are you doing?"

"I'll help you push!" Fujiwara Chika said through gritted teeth, her voice barely audible. "Two people are better than one!"

She didn't know why she was doing it.

She didn't know why she didn't run away.

All she knew was that if this man were hit by a truck and killed, she would regret it for the rest of her life, even though they had only met for the first time today and she hadn't even fully memorized his name.

But that's what she wanted to do.

Zhang Yang looked at her, at her flushed face, at the way she was pushing the cart with all her might, and suddenly laughed.

"Ha ha……"

Fujiwara Chika turned her head in surprise, wondering what he was laughing at.

Then, with a slight tremor of his hand, the entire truck seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant hand and began to disintegrate from the middle.

The sound of steel tearing was sharp and piercing. The entire car body jolted violently and then shattered into countless pieces.

The tires flew far away, the headlights shattered into pieces, the driver's seat collapsed, and from within the pile of broken steel, a pink cloud suddenly burst forth.

petal.

A truckload of flower petals.

Pink, white, and red petals fell from the sky, fluttering down like a sudden rain of flowers.

So even the prettiest flower petals are transported by truck...

For some inexplicable reason, Fujiwara Chika thought of herself standing amidst a shower of petals, looking at the boy before her.

His school uniform was covered in flower petals, his hair was covered in flower petals, and his eyes reflected the light of the streetlights, so bright that it was hard to look directly at him.

He smiled, a smile that held a hint of smugness, a touch of mischief, and something else she couldn't quite understand.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Then it started pounding violently again, so fast and so loudly, as if someone had put a blower in her chest.

She felt her cheeks burning, the heat spreading from her ears all the way down to her neck, making her feel like she was melting in the rain of flowers.

Zhang Yang smiled slightly: "Thanks for your help?"

Fujiwara Chika opened her mouth, wanting to say something witty to retort, or something to cover up her strange feelings.

But she couldn't say anything.

She just felt that these petals falling from the sky seemed like they would never stop falling.

And she didn't seem to want them all to fall.

On a summer evening, the wind blows through the streets of Tokyo.

A high school girl who has just finished school, a transfer student who stops a truck with one hand, and petals scattered on the ground, dyed golden by the setting sun.

There is also a heart beating at a speed that completely defies the laws of physics.

The wind picked up again, swirling the petals on the ground into a small swirl.

Fujiwara Chika stood there, watching Zhang Yang's back, and suddenly felt that today was different.

Some lights are so warm they feel like they're melting into your heart.

Some petals are as light as a kiss.

Some heartbeats are so fast they're like...like what?

Qianhua could not find a suitable metaphor.

Just like some things in this world, they simply cannot be explained in words.

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Chapter 88 Ramen is really delicious

The street was quiet for a moment after the truck was dismantled.

The petals are still falling.

Pink and white petals swirled in the evening breeze. Some drifted into the convenience store by the roadside, some landed on the roof of parked cars, and some stuck to the shoulders of onlookers.

Then the crowd began to gather.

"Are you alright?" Ling

"Did you call the police?" Xiao

"That student..." she said.

"What student? What monster..." (the crowd)

Whispers surged in from all directions like a tide, carrying with them an electric current of curiosity and fear.

Zhang Yang ignored these voices.

His gaze fell on the driver's seat.

The driver's seatbelt was still fastened, and he slumped against the airbag, as if all his strength had been drained away.

But what caught Zhang Yang's attention was the driver's aura.

An inexplicable intuition.

This person didn't seem to have been drinking, wasn't driving while fatigued, didn't seem to harbor any resentment, and didn't seem to be doing it on purpose; it just seemed like there was a problem with the car.

But then I felt something was wrong.

The moment Zhang Yang felt himself transported back to this world, it seemed as if a chilling aura surrounded him.

The phrase "Eternal Flame Seal Illuminates the World" should be correct...

Could it be a ghost?

The heart flame in his dantian throbbed slightly, and a warm current of energy surged up his eyes along his meridians.

A crimson-gold light shone deep within Zhang Yang's pupils, like two searchlights being lit in the depths of his eyes.

It was Fu Hua's eye-training method that made the world clear.

Nothing at all.

The area around the driver was spotless, like someone who had just taken a bath and was completely free of dirt.

wrong……

I had a feeling that something had been ignited within me, as if many things had been evaporated in an instant, and I seemed to vaguely see countless ghosts spreading throughout the city in that instant.

However, it was so brief that it made one suspect it was an illusion.

Zhang Yang frowned; he trusted his intuition.

The driver's aura just now was definitely not normal.

It's like you've been in a dimly lit room for a long time, and suddenly you smell the scent of a burning match. You turn around to look, and the match is out, and there's nothing in the room, but you know that someone did indeed strike a match.

"That... classmate?"

A crisp voice came from beside him.

Zhang Yang turned his head.

Fujiwara Chika stood beside him, her blue eyes brimming with light, as if someone had placed two tiny light bulbs in them, sparkling and eager like a kitten that had just seen a new toy.

Her bow was slightly askew from running around.

"You're amazing! Was that a superpower? Like, the kind of special ability they talk about on TV? Or was it qigong?"

"You're Chinese, right? Does this kind of thing really exist in Chinese Kung Fu?"

"How long have you been practicing? Is it a family tradition or did you learn it on your own? Can you teach me...? Oh, no, this is something I can't just teach anyone..."