Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

"Do you have anything like that, the kind of beginner-level skill where you can feel the qi just by standing in a horse stance...?"

She spoke so fast it was like a machine gun.

Sentences popped out of her mouth one after another, like fireworks, one bursting out before the next even faded.

She doesn't even need to breathe, as if her lung capacity is twice that of an average person, and her curiosity is twice that of her lung capacity.

Zhang Yang: "..."

Then he raised one hand, held up his index finger, to signal her to stop.

Fujiwara Chika stopped.

But her eyes were still shining, her body was still leaning slightly forward, and she was like a spinning top that had been paused but hadn't completely stopped, ready to continue spinning at any moment.

Zhang Yang carefully considered his words, "You're asking too many questions at once."

Fujiwara Chika blinked: "Then you'll answer them one by one?"

There was a hint of anticipation, a hint of excitement, and a touch of stubbornness in his voice that said, "If you don't answer me, I'm not leaving today."

Zhang Yang looked at her and suddenly remembered something.

Fujiwara Chika.

He knew the name.

He knew this name when he was just an ordinary high school student on Earth, a typical otaku who would stay home on weekends watching anime.

Kaguya-sama: Love Is War

Student Union Secretary.

Pink hair, blue eyes, large breasts, naturally naive, unable to read between the lines, and from a political family.

It's a two-dimensional character.

A living, breathing person, the two-dimensional character he once admired from behind a screen.

Now the paper doll is standing in front of him, looking at him with blue eyes, waiting for him to answer her question.

After careful consideration, Zhang Yang realized that his life goal was to build a harem.

Of course, he doesn't accept ordinary women; his target is anime/manga characters.

A female anime character from her past life.

One, two, three, four—they were all people he had liked through a screen.

And the pink-haired girl standing in front of him now is also one.

She's also a two-dimensional character.

That makes perfect sense.

"Alright," Zhang Yang said, a hint of resignation in his voice. "What do you want to know?"

Fujiwara Chika's eyes lit up: "So it really is a superpower?"

"That's it."

"...Does that count?"

"It's a long story."

"Can you cut to the chase?"

"To make a long story short, I do have some special abilities, but these abilities are not innate; they came about after I went through certain experiences."

Zhang Yang's statement was vague.

But Fujiwara Chika doesn't seem to care about this ambiguity.

She nodded, then tilted her head: "What happened? What happened?"

"..."

"Can't I say?"

“I can tell you,” Zhang Yang thought for a moment, “but it’s a long story.”

"You already said 'it's a long story' once."

"Because it is indeed very long."

Fujiwara Chika pouted: "At least tell me what you can do? Like, what you did to stop the truck just now, is that called Qigong? Or internal energy?"

Zhang Yang glanced at her and suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

She was really curious.

Her curiosity was undisguised, her curiosity was justified, her curiosity was like that of a five or six-year-old child seeing a magic show for the first time, a pure and unadulterated desire to explore, shining like a flame in her blue eyes.

He recalled the people he had met in the Honkai world.

Fu Hua was as silent as an iceberg, Cheng Ling Shuang spoke as if carving words on stone with a knife, Li Su Chang was more lively but also carried the vigilance of a martial arts practitioner, and Karen, although gentle and natural, had after all experienced a life-or-death situation.

The girl in front of me was as simple as a glass of water.

You can see the bottom at a glance.

But it's very clean.

"Let's go," Zhang Yang suddenly said.

Fujiwara Chika was taken aback: "Go? Where to?"

"Didn't you want to eat ramen?" Zhang Yang pointed to a ramen shop at the end of the street, where warm yellow lights shone in the twilight and the curtains swayed gently in the evening breeze. "It's on me, let's eat and talk."

Fujiwara Chika blinked twice, and then a faint blush appeared on her fair cheeks.

It's very light, like someone used a brush dipped in extremely pale pink paint to lightly dab onto rice paper.

He turned around and walked towards the ramen shop at a leisurely pace.

Fujiwara Chika stood there stunned for two seconds, then quickly followed, the ribbon behind her swaying gently like wings.

On a summer evening, the fragrance of flower petals still lingers in the air.

The two walked side by side into the ramen shop, which was lit by warm yellow lights. The curtain fell behind them with a soft rustling sound.

Chika paused for a moment. For some reason, she used to not care when she ate ramen alone, but now that she was eating with another boy, she suddenly became concerned.

because……

"Hmm? What a lucky guy, his girlfriend actually agreed to come eat ramen with him."

Sure enough... that's what passersby would say.

Chapter 89 Do Ghosts Really Exist in This World?

This was actually his first time visiting this house.

Standing in the entrance hall, Zhang Yang looked at the high-rise luxury apartment building in Tokyo's Minato Ward and felt a strange sense of absurdity welling up inside him.

According to the setting of "Zhang Yang in this world", he has been living here for almost half a month. He moved from Shanghai to Tokyo, completed the transfer procedures, settled his luggage, and is waiting to start a new life at Shuchiin University.

Then he went to school and was hit and killed by a truck.

So he did have the key to the house, he did wear the clothes in the closet, and he did buy the groceries in the refrigerator, but all his memories of the house were recorded on a calligraphy booklet, transformed into a beam of white light, and flowed into his mind.

He knew that the receptionist in the lobby downstairs was a woman who wore glasses, that a decisive and capable woman lived upstairs, and that the windows on the second floor were a bit stiff to open and close, requiring him to lift them up a bit to push them open.

These are all “written in the book”.

Did I really experience that myself?

Eight hours.

He only lived for eight hours in this world.

He died before he even had a chance to experience the firmness of the mattress in this house.

Zhang Yang changed into slippers, walked into the living room, and threw his schoolbag on the sofa.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the Tokyo night view, with the Tokyo Tower in the distance glowing orange, and the skyline unfolding in the twilight, like a painting meticulously arranged by someone.

He sat on the sofa for a while, then took out his phone.

There was a friend request on LINE.

Note: I am Chika Fujiwara!

He clicked "accept".

The message popped up almost instantly.

[Fujiwara Chika: Good evening, good evening, good evening!]

[Chika Fujiwara: Are you home yet?]

[Zhang Yang: Just arrived.]

[Fujiwara Chika: That's good! I asked my family when I got home, and they all said there are no ghosts or monsters in this world!]

[Chika Fujiwara: My grandfather used to have some status, and he knew many things that ordinary people didn't. He said that at least in Japan, there are no confirmed supernatural events in official records.]

[Fujiwara Chika: But my uncle said that some shrine priests seem to claim to have seen things, but there's no concrete evidence.]

[Zhang Yang: So you think I was wrong about what I felt today?]

[Fujiwara Chika: Hmm... that's hard to say.]

[Chika Fujiwara: Because you did block the truck with your hand.]

[Chika Fujiwara: If superpowers exist, then it's not so strange that ghosts and monsters exist, is it?]

Zhang Yang looked at the screen and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

Her logic was actually quite simple: since I've already seen A (the existence of superpowers), then B (the existence of ghosts) isn't impossible either.

This isn't called believing; it's called being willing to believe.

I'm willing to believe that there are still many incredible things in this world.

They are much more endearing than those who, despite witnessing something with their own eyes, try to convince themselves that "it must be an illusion."

[Fujiwara Chika: But regarding the scent you mentioned on the truck driver, my grandfather said he wasn't sure either. He suggested you ask the priests at those ancient shrines; maybe they know something.]

[Fujiwara Chika: Ah, but it's too late today. I'll ask Atenbo Yume at our school tomorrow. She's the granddaughter of the first-rank Pure One of the religious corporation "Shrine Honin".]

[Zhang Yang: Can you ask for me?]

[Fujiwara Chika: Of course! We're friends!]

friend.

We became friends after knowing each other for less than an hour, sharing a bowl of ramen.

Is it fair to say she's naturally outgoing, or is it simply her personality?

For her, "having eaten together" is roughly equivalent to "we are friends," as simple as one plus one equals two.

[Zhang Yang: Then I'll leave it to you.]

[Fujiwara Chika: Leave it to me!]

Then she started talking about other things.

She asked him what China was like. She recalled going to Beijing with her parents when she was a child and remembering the candied hawthorns in the hutongs and the clicking sound of the radiators in winter.

She asked him which school he attended before transferring to Shuchiwon, and he said an international school in Shanghai. She then asked if he spoke English, French, or any other language, and he said he spoke some English. She immediately sent him a string of English words and asked him what the sentence meant...

Zhang Yang replied to each message one by one.

The night outside the window grew deeper, and the light from his phone screen reflected on his face as he scrolled through his chat history without realizing it.

Three hours.

When Zhang Yang looked up at the time again, it was already 11 p.m.

[Fujiwara Chika: Ah! It's so late!]

[Fujiwara Chika: I have class tomorrow! I'm going to sleep now!]

[Fujiwara Chika: Goodnight, goodnight!]

[Zhang Yang: Goodnight.]