Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

He put down his phone.

The living room quieted down.

Then Zhang Yang stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the night outside.

His intuition has never been wrong.

The scent emanating from that driver was definitely not his imagination.

However, Chika Fujiwara said that no supernatural events have been confirmed in official Japanese records.

Or is it simply that he doesn't want to tell Fujiwara Chika?

Zhang Yang thought for a moment and decided to ask someone. The important thing wasn't asking, but finding someone. By doing so, he could let others know about him, and then... send them the answer he needed.

……

The Shinomiya family mansion is located in a prime location in the heart of Tokyo, occupying a vast area with high walls and a tight security system.

Hayasaka Ai was standing in Kaguya Shinomiya's boudoir, helping Kaguya organize her schedule for tomorrow.

She was dressed in a maid outfit, her blonde hair gleaming softly under the light, and her expression was one of professional calm.

Kaguya Shinomiya sat in front of her dressing table, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders. Her red eyes reflected a cool light in the mirror, and she exuded an aura of indifference that made people afraid to approach her.

call out!

A boy wearing the uniform of Xiuzhi School suddenly appeared in front of them.

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

Standing in the center of Kaguya Shinomiya's boudoir, it felt as natural as stepping out of one's own living room.

"Oh."

He raised one hand as a greeting.

Good evening, both of you.

Kaguya Shinomiya dropped the comb from her hand to the ground.

Hayasaka Ai reacted faster than her, her body already leaning slightly forward, her right hand reaching under her skirt to reveal a tactical knife strapped to it. Her movements were as fluid as mercury flowing across the floor, and the instincts of a professional bodyguard overshadowed her shock at that moment.

Then she saw the other person's face clearly.

"Zhang Yang?"

"It's me." Zhang Yang nodded. "Sorry to bother you so late, but I have a question for Shinomiya-kun."

Kaguya Shinomiya remained seated in front of the dressing table, her red eyes slightly widened.

The magnitude was small, and wouldn't even be considered "surprising" to others, but for Kaguya Shinomiya, it was equivalent to an earthquake in the pupils of an ordinary person.

How did you get in?

"Teleportation," Zhang Yang said casually. "I only have a little bit of that skill."

As he spoke, he casually threw a punch at the window. The fiery energy shot out of his body, blasting a thousand meters away, instantly vaporizing the trees along the way, and then exploding in the night sky.

boom!

The heatwave hit Kaguya Shinomiya and Ai Hayasaka's faces, making them wonder if they were dreaming.

This punch could melt the entire villa in an instant.

Hayasaka Ai: "..."

Kaguya Shinomiya: "..."

“I’ll be frank.” Zhang Yang took a step forward. “I want to know if there are other supernatural forces in this world. Your Shinomiya family is at the top of this world, so you must know something, right?”

Kaguya Shinomiya paused for a moment, then noticed that Ai Hayasaka was shrinking closer to her, and tried to straighten her legs.

This coward...

However, Kaguya Shinomiya wasn't surprised. Hayasaka Ai was a coward and a crybaby, and she would act like this whenever there was a big event.

Kaguya said calmly, "The Shinomiya family's business empire involves energy, finance, and real estate, but not gods or demons."

Hayasaka Ai continued, "There are no relevant records in the intelligence network either, at least not at the level I can access."

Zhang Yang nodded: "Thanks."

He took half a step back, and the small, dark hole flashed by and disappeared.

The room returned to calm. (Spirit)

The wind rustled the leaves outside the window.

Kaguya Shinomiya remained silent for a long time before finally speaking: "...Hayasaka."

"Yes." (Group)

"Go check this person's background tomorrow, everything."

"...Understood."

Tokyo's upper class spent the night in panic.

Zhang Yang moved to the side of the paper doll wife he had identified at Shuchiin during the day and asked softly if there were any supernatural powers in this world.

To be bold, aren't you exactly like that? Curious with eyes shining, yet also timid and trembling with fear...

Although Zhang Yang only appeared next to the fictional wife he considered to be, no one else knew that.

In their eyes, he was a boy who could appear out of thin air anywhere, a monster who could punch a truck to pieces, a transfer student whose intentions no one knew.

As for why it moved in front of their daughter...

When they found out that Zhang Yang was a student at Xiuzhiyuan Academy, they were all relieved.

That's not surprising, that's not surprising (Daizao's voice).

Chapter 90 The frequency isn't that low

When Zhang Yang arrived at the classroom, Hayasaka Ai was already in her seat.

Her blonde hair shimmered softly in the morning light; she was dressed like a sexy girl, her legs crossed beneath her short skirt, and she was looking down at her phone.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up and glanced at him.

His gaze was somewhat complicated.

"Good morning." Zhang Yang pulled out a chair and sat down.

"……Good morning."

Hayasaka Ai's tone was somewhat tentative, as if she was confirming whether what happened last night was a dream.

Zhang Yang didn't offer much explanation.

The school bell rang.

The first class was a Chinese language class. The old teacher was reading classical Chinese texts on the podium, and he was so sleepy from reading that he was about to fall asleep.

Zhang Yang rested his chin on his hand and looked out the window. The sky was blue, the clouds were white, and people were running on the playground.

This world is so quiet.

There are no Honkai Beasts, no Herrschers, and no sword fights.

It was so quiet it was almost unsettling.

As soon as the bell rang, a pink head peeked in through the door.

Fujiwara Chika's ribbon swayed twice in the morning light, and she immediately spotted Zhang Yang's location, quickly walking over.

"Morning!"

"morning."

"Did you find anything out after yesterday? I asked my grandfather again after I got home..."

Before she could finish speaking, the school bell rang again.

Qianhua puffed out her cheeks, turned around, and ran back to her classroom.

After the second class, more people came.

Dragon Ball Peach leaned against the doorway, her light blue hair almost blinding in the corridor light.

He wore a white beret askew on his head, his hands were in his school uniform pockets, and he had a nonchalant expression.

"What happened last night. I've thought about it, and I still find it quite interesting."

"so?"

"So if you're free at noon, let's chat."

After saying that, she left.

Their pace was neither too fast nor too slow, as if they were strolling through their own backyard.

After the third period, Zian Yan arrived.

She hesitated for a few seconds at the door before stepping inside.

There was some tension in her pink eyes, and her smile seemed forced, as if she was trying to maintain her usual composure, but she couldn't quite manage it.

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"fine."

"Um... are you free at noon? I'd like to thank you, and my parents also said they'd like to meet you."

She left as soon as she finished speaking, walking faster than when she came.

After the fourth period, Shijou Maki also arrived.

She stood in the corridor, arms crossed over her chest, chin slightly raised.

"I'm a little bothered by what happened last night."

"Although I don't believe most of what you say, I have indeed witnessed your abilities. So... at noon, on the rooftop, several people said they wanted to find you."

"Don't keep everyone waiting too long."

After saying that, she turned and left, the ends of her hair flicking against her shoulder.

Zhang Yang leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.

Good guy.

Four groups of people arranged to meet at the same time and place.

This rooftop is probably going to be blown up.

……

noon.

As soon as the door to the rooftop was pushed open, the wind rushed in.

Zhang Yang stepped inside and saw four people.

Fujiwara Chika sat on the iron frame at the edge of the rooftop, swinging her legs back and forth, her long pink hair fluttering in the wind, holding a box of strawberry milk she had bought from a convenience store.

Dragon Ball Peach leaned against the railing on the other side, her white beret pulled low, holding nothing in her hands, her posture as if she were sunbathing on her own balcony.

Zi An Yan stood near the door, looking as if she had just arrived. Her skirt fluttered slightly in the wind, and she reached out to press it down, a somewhat awkward smile on her face.

Shijo Maki sat on the only bench on the rooftop, her back ramrod straight, her hands resting on her knees, her posture as dignified as if she were attending a tea ceremony class.

Four people.

Four directions.

Neither of them spoke first.

The wind passed through them, lifting a few strands of hair and scattering a few leaves.

Chika broke the silence first: "Oh, everyone's here."

Dragon Ball Peach raised her eyelids slightly: "You made this appointment?"

"It wasn't me who made the invitation; everyone else invited Zhang Yangjun."

"That's quite a coincidence."