From Earthbound Spirit to Tokyo Evil

As for?

Xia Chuan couldn't help but sigh.

However, the previous two moves were indeed ill-considered. Although it felt fun, it probably scared the classmates quite a bit.

Fortunately, although it looks amazing, it should not be beyond the reach of humans.

Although this also avoids the trouble of being surrounded by girls chattering, they probably have already classified Xia Chuan as a violent person and will not dare to contact him easily.

However, we have to fool this guy first.

"Oh, yes, you were not here when Mr. Mizoguchi introduced me. Well, let me introduce myself again. My name is Hiroshi Kamiya, and I'm a transfer student who just enrolled today. Moriyama-san, please take care of me from now on."

"There is no one else. Let me ask you again, who are you?"

"Moriya-san, I don't understand what you mean. What do you think I am?"

"Stop playing dumb!" Moriyama suddenly used his fist as a knife and thrust it fiercely from bottom to top, stabbing straight into Natsukawa's chest.

Natsukawa deflected the attack with his right hand, but Moriyama's knee suddenly came up without warning, forcing him to take the blow with the outside of his thigh, while at the same time he pushed hard on her arm and used the force to jump out.

He was very powerful and fast, but not enough to pose any threat to Xia Chuan.

However, he still rubbed his thigh vigorously, and asked in a vigilant and dissatisfied tone: "Moriya-san, if we want to spar, there is a more suitable place, right?"

What a joke, he had put on the vest with great difficulty, and it was taken off so easily?

She is not qualified yet.

"Which family are you from? Did they send you specifically to get close to me?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about." You're too narcissistic, aren't you? Xia Chuan sighed and said sincerely. "I came up with you because I thought you had something important to tell me alone, but if you want to fight, then I'm sorry I won't accompany you. I've worked hard for so many years to learn this, not to beat girls."

His attitude made Moriyama a little confused, but she was obviously completely different from her calm and indifferent appearance. She was an out-and-out action person. She obviously believed in the results of forced confession more than words.

In just a blink of an eye, she pounced on him again, her hands like two daggers, and every move hit Xia Chuan's vital points.

Was this woman also so cruel to her suitors before? Or was she so ruthless because she suspected my identity?

While Natsukawa tried to dodge and counterattack within the limits of human strength, he shouted in frustration, "Moriya-san! Stop it! If you keep going like this, I will really not be polite!"

Moriyama's response was an increasingly fierce attack.

By human standards, she had probably reached the age limit, but by youkai standards, she was far from it.

Nothing more.

Xia Chuan quickly lost interest.

If they really wanted to fight, he could kill her with just one finger, but now he could only take great pains to create a situation where he could barely withstand her attack, being slightly at a disadvantage but not losing.

Fighting like this is really tiring.

However, in order to keep his vest, he had no choice but to continue.

He was afraid that Moriyama would suddenly reveal his true form. What should he do at that time? Should he subdue the demon? Or should he scream and run downstairs?

However, as long as he pretends not to be exposed, Moriyama won't rashly reveal his identity as a monster, right?

The intervention from the school that he expected had not come yet, so he could only continue to perform hard: "Stop it now! I really am going to be rude!"

Finally, probably because the class downstairs heard his shouting, a teacher and two guards appeared at the entrance of the rooftop, and shouted anxiously and uneasily: "Moriya Chiyu! Moriyama-san! Stop it now!"

Moriyama finally stopped, his eyes still full of confusion.

After this fight, her doubts were not only not resolved, but became even deeper.

Who is this guy?

After all, she still couldn't confirm Xia Chuan's identity, so she couldn't rashly use the power of a real monster on him. But she could also feel that although it seemed that she had always taken the initiative, Xia Chuan had not actually been in real danger, and she had not been able to force Xia Chuan to use his trump card.

Can ordinary humans really be this strong?

"Moriya-san, didn't we agree not to hit classmates?! Hey!" The teacher carefully avoided the position next to Moriya Chiyu, trotted around to Xiachuan, and asked with concern. "Student, are you okay?"

"Thank you, teacher. I'm fine." Xia Chuan said with a smile.

"Are you really okay?" The teacher was a little surprised.

"I have also practiced indiscriminate fighting techniques, but I don't agree with private fights in places like this." Xia Chuan created a new persona for himself. "Martial arts is a philosophy of self-cultivation, not a means of bravery and violence."

"You said it very well!" The teacher nodded repeatedly, and at the same time couldn't help but look at Moriyama Chiyu, sighed and shook his head.

If every student is like her, how can school education be carried out?

"Hmph." Moriyama Chiyu sneered. Knowing that there was no possibility of interrogating Xia Chuan today, she turned around and left.

"You really don't need to go to the infirmary for a checkup?"

"You really don't have to worry about it." Xia Chuan replied.

What a joke! When we went to the health room, we found that he was not injured at all, and there wasn't even a bit of redness or swelling. Wouldn't that have exposed him immediately?

Although he acted out the whole play, he didn't go to that extent.

Fortunately, although the teacher was a little nagging, he was not a very meticulous person. After confirming that he was not injured, he encouraged him a few words and let him go downstairs.

The back door had not been repaired yet, so Xia Chuan could only interrupt the teacher's lecture with an apology, and under the gaze of the whole class, he returned to the "seat of God" intact.

Chiyu Moriyama was still a little out of breath, her hair was messy, and her face was red from exerting too much effort, but she was calm and composed, and apart from her clothes being slightly wrinkled, there was no sign that she had just had a "sparring" with someone.

The students finally couldn't help but start whispering, and notes flew all over the place when the teacher turned around. After finally getting through the class, when the teacher left, everyone's eyes were on the two of them.

Curiosity eventually overcame fear. A group of girls, led by Ichikawa Ami, bypassed Chiyu Moriyama's seat and ran to the back row behind Natsukawa, asking in a low voice, "Kamiya-san, did you guys go to the rooftop just now?"

"We sparred a little bit." Natsukawa answered ambiguously. "Moriyama-san is really amazing! She should be a member of a martial arts club, right?"

The girls' expressions became a little strange, and one girl kept looking at Xia Chuan's body, as if she wanted to see where he was injured.

"Um...Moriyama-san has always been a member of the Homecoming Club." Ichikawa Ami whispered. "Are you okay?"

"What do you think?" Xia Chuan stood up and walked around in a circle for them to see. "It's just a sparring match, making friends through martial arts. We are all martial artists, so we know our limits."

Chiyu Moriyama couldn't help but turn around and glare at him again, and all the girls avoided her gaze.

"Kamiya-san has also learned martial arts?" Perhaps because of their faces, the girls seemed to have forgotten the previous scene. Although it was still a little awkward, soon Ichikawa Ami was not the only one asking questions.

"I understand a little, just a little." Xia Chuan replied with a smile.

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Chapter 18 I was just sleepwalking on the court

The football drew a beautiful arc from thirty meters away and almost hit the post and bounced into the goal. The goalkeeper didn't even understand what was happening. After he found that everyone in front of him was looking at this side, he turned around and saw the football in the net slowly rolling out.

Because the goal was so exaggerated, the players on both sides were stunned. There was no surprise and cheering as Xia Chuan had imagined. After all, this was just an ordinary seven-a-side football practice match in a physical education class where two classes were combined, and Xia Chuan only touched the ball for the first time after coming on the court.

"It must be a coincidence, right? But this transfer student has great leg strength and good accuracy. Maybe he was also a member of the football club in his previous school?" Kirara, the physical education teacher and the school football coach, was stunned for a moment, then thought to himself. "Can we ask him after class?"

Although Aoba High School is one of the 4,000 members of the High School Football League, its best result over the years has only been second place in Adachi District. However, as the popularity of the Neon High School Football League continues to rise, it has gradually developed from the third sport to the second sport in high schools, and the school has also increased its investment, hoping to make a difference.

If Hiroshi Kamiya is a promising talent, it would not be a bad idea to recruit him into the football team as a substitute to strengthen the bench.

He blew the whistle, signaling the goalkeeper to kick off.

Two minutes later, the opposing defender made an aimless pass, the ball was far beyond the striker's ability, and the ball once again fell to Xia Chuan's feet.

The seven-a-side football field is only half the length of a standard football field. In fact, they are now dividing the school’s only standard football field into two halves.

Even though it was only 50 meters from the baseline to the goal, this distance always made Xia Chuan want to shoot directly. However, he finally remembered his own character setting, and gently pushed the ball to the side, easily avoiding the opponent's forward. He aimed at a position more than three meters in front of his own forward and passed the ball with one foot.

Unfortunately, due to the complete lack of tacit understanding, their forward didn't even run, and the ball fell between the defender and the goalkeeper, and was finally kicked randomly.

"Good vision, accurate placement..." Kirara's evaluation of Natsukawa has unconsciously changed from a bench player to a candidate for substitute player. "That group looks very relaxed, they must have received special training?"

Xia Chuan's position was originally the right back of his team. In low-level amateur matches, this position is often assigned to the lowest-level players. They have few opportunities to touch the ball and do not need much physical strength or speed. All they need to do is to defend the opponent's wing and prevent the opponent from making random crosses. Because most amateur players are right-footed and rarely attack from the left, this area can be said to just exist.

But as the game went on, because the field was so small and standing there in a daze was really boring, Xia Chuan's range of activities unknowingly expanded to the entire right backcourt of his own team. No matter whether it was a high ball, ground ball, through pass or long pass, as long as it was not too far away from him, he caught them all effortlessly.

Although he is not very tall, it is extremely easy for him to judge the path of the ball. No matter how the opponent's center squeezes or moves, the final result will be fruitless.

"This is a good candidate for a main defender!" Kirara gradually became excited, and he immediately replaced Natsukawa with a central defender, a position that can be said to be the key to success in a seven-a-side football match. As a result, Natsukawa didn't think he had done anything special, but the opponent couldn't even get into the penalty area.

Not only that, every time he passed the ball, it was quite accurate. It seemed random, but it always landed two or three meters in front of the striker, and he could easily catch it by running forward. Although it was a bit strange that he always passed the ball to the left winger who was worse than Fujiyama Masahiko, the main striker of the school football team, but in Kira's eyes, this level of passing was no longer the level of a high school league player, but the level of a J-League midfielder!

The left winger scored three goals in a row, and even he was a little confused.

I found a treasure!

Kirara was completely excited, as if he had seen the arrival of a new peak in his career.

Xia Chuan was completely unaware of this. In his previous life, he was not a football fan, but he still watched games like the World Cup, European Cup, and Champions League. He had actively suppressed his abilities to a level that he considered average, but he did not realize that the level he was benchmarking against was too high, so high that it was unattainable for an ordinary high school student in Japan.

"Want to participate in the so-called Neon High School Football League?" As the other players' physical strength declined, Xia Chuan became more and more comfortable, and even had the leisure to think about other things. However, in fact, he has been in this state since the beginning.

He actually hasn't read much of the famous comic book about Japanese campus football, because it was too far away from the time when he grew up.

However, another comic book about basketball left a very deep impression on him, and even influenced his hobbies to some extent. However, reality is not perfect after all. Although the Aoba High School basketball team exists, it is a marginal club formed by a group of losers who cannot be selected for the football team to entertain themselves.

Although Xia Chuan could lead this underdog team all the way to the national finals and win the championship, that would be too shocking, and no different from tearing off one's own vest.

Moreover, he was actually thinking about another problem.

There are monsters in this world. It is obvious that although monsters may not be superior to humans in intelligence, they have a real advantage in physical strength. As long as they participate in sports competitions, humans will have no chance to win.

Human society shouldn't allow monsters to show their presence in this way?

Well, most competitions at all levels will have strict testing procedures to ensure that there are no monsters among the athletes.

Although Xia Chuan is already very familiar with the structure of the human body, it should be no problem for him to use this body to simulate various internal organs to deceive the detection equipment, but the two routine items of blood drawing and urine testing are not so easy to deal with.

Even if he could get some ordinary people's blood and hide it in his body to deal with it when drawing blood, could he really get some ordinary people's... It makes me shudder just thinking about it!

Just when he was thinking about such boring things, the football was suddenly passed to him by the opponent. He successfully blocked the ball one step ahead and easily stopped it with his chest.

For no apparent reason, a scene that he had seen somewhere suddenly popped into his mind, so Xia Chuan subconsciously kicked the ball before it hit the ground.

Eh?

What did I just do?

boom!

Everyone stared in amazement as he received the ball directly in his own penalty area and volleyed the ball easily in an indescribably comfortable manner. The ball once again drew a long, strange and beautiful arc, hit the corner where the goal post and the crossbar met and bounced directly into the goal.

Coach Kira almost swallowed the whistle, his eyes widened and he forgot to breathe for several seconds.

What happened in that second just now?

Chapter 19 For the sake of my life value, Kamiya, please die, okay?

"Wow!!"

Unlike before, because the physical education class was coming to an end, girls began to appear in groups of three or four around the venue, and this scene happened to be seen by a few of them.

Although they didn't understand football, but, with the shot being so far away, the angle so tricky, the movement so smooth, and it went in, even people who didn't understand football could tell that it was an absolutely great shot. What's more, compared with the players around him who were panting and sweating profusely, Xia Chuan's hair wasn't even that messy, and he looked like a swan among a flock of ducks. Immediately, several girls on the sidelines cheered for his goal.

Kirara no longer cared about other students. He blew the whistle to end the game as if awakened from a dream, and rushed towards Natsukawa from the sidelines impatiently.

"Um... classmate, what's your name? Which school did you play football in? Were you a member of a certain team?"

Fujiyama and other members of the football club had complicated expressions. They felt greatly threatened by Kira's enthusiasm.

The preliminaries of the Neon High School Football League are about to begin. The main force is of course the seniors in their third year of high school, but those who are aiming for further studies have already started preparing for the college entrance examination and will definitely not participate in this year's selection. This also means that these sophomores who were originally substitutes will have the opportunity to become the main players.

However, Kamiya Hiro suddenly appeared out of nowhere and showed such a strong performance. No matter what position he played in the end, he would definitely beat one of them. Moreover, since they were in the same grade, it was very likely that he would continue to be a substitute until graduation.

After two years of hard training regardless of weather conditions, he finally collapsed in this place. Who could withstand such an emergency?

Fujiyama Masahiko is not too worried about his main position. After all, a team has eleven main positions, and he can play in multiple positions in the frontcourt. No matter how good Kamiya Hiroshi is, he can't squeeze him out of the team.

But... when he thought about how he was scared to the point of losing his composure in front of this guy yesterday and subconsciously acted as an informer, Fujiyama Masahiko felt uneasy.