Primary school students of all worlds

After saying that, it strode towards Fat Tiger, and Wang Quan, who was infected by his confidence, couldn't help but show some anticipation. Soon, a chaotic noise of bang, boom, clang, clang came from not far away, rocks and leaves flew together, and screams were heard.

After the fighting died down, Doraemon reappeared before Wang Quan, but it was no longer as cheerful as before. Not only was it limping along with a cane, but it also stood before him with a bruised nose and swollen eyes.

Looking at Wang Quan with a strange expression in front of him, Doraemon lowered his head in shame, ran away while crying.

"I'm just a childcare robot. I'm so sorry for being so harsh just now!"

Blood, Tears, Friendship, and Enemy of an Elementary School Student: Chapter 3: Starting Today, I Will Become a Duelist

After paying to be admitted to his own intensive care unit and confirming that there was nothing seriously wrong with him, Wang Quan was discharged from the hospital. He made a phone call to postpone two important meetings in the morning and then went to a nearby primary school.

He accepted Doraemon's offer to help him with revenge, but he was the one who got beaten!

He had fought hard from being 1 meter tall to 1.2 meters tall, made so much money, and started so many companies, all for a happy future, wasn't it? If he couldn't redeem himself from the bullying this time, how long would he be depressed?

While thinking about it, Wang Quan was about to squat at the school gate to scout the enemy situation, but he felt that such a close distance was not safe, so he retreated to the grass a long distance away from the school gate, but found that there were already people there.

An elementary school student of the same height as him was sitting on the ground, holding a book and reading quietly. At first glance, he seemed to be a studious elementary school student, but...

Wang Quan looked at the book in the boy's hand with a strange look in his eyes, and his eyes twitched unconsciously. He said, "You are just an elementary school student. Just read the [Huanggang Secret Scroll] carefully. Why are you reading the [Huangting Sutra]?"

But in the end, what others were looking at was none of his business. He shook his head and began to focus on monitoring the elementary school entrance in front of him, waiting for the target to appear.

At this moment, the boy who was quietly chanting Huang Ting shifted his gaze slightly and looked at his peer who appeared with a telescope.

The other person was not wearing a school uniform and was obviously not a student of his school, but he was holding a telescope and "looking" at the direction of the school gate while asking him questions.

"By the way, classmate, what's your name?"

Hearing this, the boy immediately became alert and did not tell the suspicious person his name. He just said casually, "Wang Xiaoming."

"Hmm, this name..."

Wang Quan's eyes lit up. He put down his binoculars and looked at Wang Xiaoming. "I didn't expect to see a fellow countryman with the same surname in this foreign country. My name is Wang Quan."

"Student Wang Quan..."

Wang Xiaoming looked at Wang Quan in confusion: "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for someone."

Wang Quan turned his attention back to the telescope. "I got beaten up by a guy called Fat Tiger, so I came here to monitor him and see if I can block his school gate and get my revenge."

"Forehead……"

Wang Xiaoming scratched his head and said doubtfully, "I don't quite understand, but Fat Tiger hit you, and if you hit him back, Fat Tiger will definitely hit you again. This will go on endlessly. Can't we both take a step back, let Fat Tiger apologize, and then let this go?"

"Let's not talk about whether he will apologize or not."

Wang Quan rolled his eyes and said, "I've been in the business world for so many years, and I've been teased about my height for a long time, but I've always put it aside for the sake of the greater good. Now I'm financially independent and successful. If I had to swallow my anger even when being bullied by an elementary school student, then the question of 'what on earth did I earn all these years for?' would have stayed with me for the rest of my life!"

"make money……"

Wang Xiaoming looked at Wang Quan blankly: "Isn't that the adults' job? What does it have to do with you?"

"That's not important. What's important is, classmate Wang Xiaoming, do you know Fat Tiger?"

"do not know."

Hearing this, Wang Quan focused his attention on the telescope with a little disappointment and continued to monitor the elementary school. As the class time approached, more and more elementary school students appeared on the way to school. After carefully identifying for a while, he saw a sturdy orange body appear in front of him. It was none other than Fat Tiger!

Fat Tiger didn't notice that someone was watching him with a telescope from a distance. Instead, he handed his pocket money to the owner of the stall in front of the school with a heartless look and bought some card packs.

"Huh? Is that the guy who beat you, Fat Tiger? Is he drawing cards?"

Following Wang Quan's gaze, Wang Xiaoming's eyes shifted back and forth between the sturdy little fat boy and the skinny Wang Quan. After a while, he said in a strange tone, "Classmate Wang Quan, excuse me, are you a good fighter?"

"Emm, it's hard to say..."

Wang Quan said with some hesitation, "I'm 10 years old now. Although I've never been to school, my developmental level is at the level of late fourth graders, reaching the Great Perfection stage. I'm confident I can defeat any fourth grader. Even in a fight of a higher level, I can rely on my experience as a member of society to suppress a fifth grader who's half a step to Great Perfection. I can even challenge a sixth grader who's developing rapidly, even if they're two levels ahead."

"IMHO."

Wang Xiaoming said with certainty: "It's impossible to beat Fat Tiger at this level. Even from such a distance, I can sense a powerful aura from him."

"I can tell by the tonnage..."

Wang Quan bit his lip and said, "Fat Tiger isn't just about his weight. He was able to knock me out with one punch without causing any broken bones, concussions, or internal injuries, only some superficial bruises. This shows he has mastered incredible power—but so what? I've already taken down five or six financial tycoons. Could this Fat Tiger be even more powerful than them?"

Wang Xiaoming tilted his head slightly and looked at the fellow villager in confusion. Although the other party was very confident, did this guy have the physique to beat a crocodile?

But Li Xiaolang's doubts were soon resolved. A man wearing a black suit, black sunglasses and a crew cut came silently behind Wang Quan.

"it's him."

Wang Quan pointed at Fat Tiger and said to the man, "You bodyguard with a 20 million annual salary! Do what you're supposed to do for your salary. Go teach that elementary school student a lesson!"

The bodyguard nodded silently like an expert, then strode towards Fat Tiger.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Wang Quan dumbfoundedly: "You called me sir? How can you call me sir?"

"Forehead……"

Wang Quan blinked and said as a matter of course: "Because in fact I can't beat Fat Tiger."

"Then you should practice, train, and learn to equip yourself with invincible wisdom!"

Wang Xiaoming looked at Wang Quan strangely. "Instead of relying on your own strength to get back at the situation, you actually asked adults outside the school to help. Don't you think that's not cool at all?"

"Cool? Classmate, are you a kid?"

Wang Quan curled his lips and said, "I have money and can hire someone to help me vent my anger, why should I do it myself? Not to mention that I really can't beat Fat Tiger."

"Not just force, you can also defeat Fat Tiger in other ways."

Wang Xiaoming pointed at Fat Tiger who was still drawing a card and said, "Judging from the familiar card back, Fat Tiger should be a duelist. Perhaps, classmate Wang Quan, you can defeat him in a duel."

"Duelists? You mean the trading card game?"

Wang Quan hesitated and said, "But I can't do it. Can you?"

Wang Xiaoming shook his head and said, "I'm only interested in the Clow Cards, but I can introduce you to a classmate. Although she's a girl, she's a professional card player. I saw with my own eyes that she has a card holder that only experts have to maintain her cards. Maybe she can..."

"No need."

Wang Quan shook his head and said, "I can make hundreds of thousands of dollars a second, so where do I have the time to learn some playful games with you guys? Let the security guard beat up Fat Tiger to vent my anger, and then let this matter be called off..."

Wang Xiaoming raised his hand to interrupt Wang Quan and motioned him to look in the direction of Fat Tiger. Wang Quan picked up the telescope in confusion and saw his security guard being ridden by Fat Tiger, and his sandbag-sized fists made the security guard beg for mercy.

"I suddenly think that using a card duel to defeat Fat Tiger is also a good way."

Wang Quan looked at Wang Xiaoming seriously and said, "Classmate, do you have any card-playing experts you can introduce to me?"

Blood and Tears, Friendship and Enemy of Primary School Students: Chapter 4: Born to Play Cards

After discovering that the bodyguard was unilaterally beaten by Fat Tiger, Wang Quan withdrew quietly.

The bodyguard was not a fake. Wang Quan had seen that he could easily break several bricks and was also very good at mixed martial arts. However, this fighter lost to Fat Tiger in the fight. Fat Tiger rode on him and punched him hard.

What on earth did that fat guy eat to grow up so fast?

While thinking about Fat Tiger showing off his strength by riding on his bodyguard, Wang Quan was thinking hard about what to do next. Finally, he stopped and took a few steps back and stood in front of a card shop next to a primary school.

Looking at the card shop in front of him with various enlarged card posters, his eyes revealed a little confusion.

His fellow villager Wang Xiaoming's suggestion that he become a duelist to redeem himself once again came to mind...

Although he was very angry when he was beaten by Fat Tiger, but after so much time, he was not as angry as at the beginning, so much so that he began to waver. Is it worth it for a mature man in society to be angry with a primary school student?

I have several important meetings to attend, and I'm going to learn trading cards? I'm already ten years old. If I don't work hard, how can I enjoy life in the future?

With doubts and confusion in his mind, Wang Quan walked into the card shop in front of him. The shop was not big, with several tables. Several people who looked like high school students were sitting around a table playing cards.

Behind the counter sat a short, fat man wearing a pair of reading glasses. He was watching the scene with a smile on his face. When he noticed Wang Quan coming in, the boss immediately perked up and waved to Wang Quan, saying, "Little boy, do you want to draw a card?"

"It depends on the situation..."

Wang Quan said hesitantly, "If this game is too complicated, then forget it."

"Hey, games can be played in difficult ways or in easy ways, but the most important thing is to play in a way that makes you happy."

The boss carefully took a glass box from the shelf behind him and pointed to a carefully kept card inside. He said to Wang Quan, "For example, this card covered with densely written characters [Saint of Teaching, Ecclesia] is very interesting to study how to play with it, but it's also fun to play with it and draw pictures."

"Taking pictures..."

Wang Quan looked at the boss in confusion: "What is that?"

"Two people hold a card and slap it against each other. Then they let go and let the two cards fall to the ground. Whoever lands face up loses."

As he spoke, the boss held up the glass card box and finished speaking to Wang Quan, "This card, [Saint Ecclesia, the Tutor], was once owned by an elementary school student. Unfortunately, that student was defeated in a battle against another elementary school student's ace, [Greedy Goblin]. Face up, the [Greedy Goblin] pinned it down. Unable to bear the defeat, the student withdrew from the Master Duel and sold this card to me before retiring."

Wang Quan imagined himself holding the Saint Ecclesia, rushing towards Fat Tiger, and then clashing heavily with the card in Fat Tiger's hand, and then rolling on the ground holding his dislocated right arm.

After shuddering, he shook his head repeatedly at his boss and said, "I'm quite confident in my intelligence. A more complex gameplay is also good."

"A more complicated way to play, huh..."

The boss looked at Wang Quan, whose height just reached his counter, and said thoughtfully, "Little boy, have you ever played any educational games?"

Wang Quan thought about it, then nodded affirmatively and said, "Playing mahjong doesn't count."

"Mahjong? How old are you..."

The boss looked at Wang Quan in disbelief. "If you can play mahjong, then you're a natural at it. Master Duel would be as easy as taking candy from a sack!"

"Uh? It's just a mahjong game, is that that serious?"

Wang Quan asked doubtfully.

"So much! So much!"

The boss said excitedly, "Do you know that just a few years ago, two software engineers developed a game called [Rogue] on a Unix system?"

"Meat pigeon?"

"That's right. Roguelike games incorporate random generation, one-way progression, irreversibility, and non-linearity, providing players with endless possibilities and challenges. People say this game pioneered a new genre, but in reality, mahjong already possesses these characteristics. Mahjong is the world's oldest pigeon game!"

The boss said to Wang Quan with certainty, "So you're a natural at playing mahjong since you can play mahjong at such a young age. It would be a shame if you don't join the Master Duel."

Wang Quan scratched his head and said, "Since you've said this, boss, I'll give it a try."

As he spoke, he looked at the other merchandise in the store, but soon noticed something was wrong.

Obviously, all the other cards were mixed together as merchandise, sold in bags and boxes, except for the [Saint of Dogmatism, Ecclesia] in the boss's hand. This card was not only sold separately, but also framed in a glass box. It must be a very remarkable card!

He was quite excited and asked, "Boss, how much is this card?"

"Hey, kid, even though I lost this card to the Greedy Goblin and it was sold to me as second-hand, this Saint is definitely not a cheap commodity. If you want it, you have to pay at least this amount."

The boss raised a finger to Wang Quandao.

Too lazy to guess what the number was, Wang Quan reached into his pocket, took out a coin and placed it on the boss's counter: "This gold coin is enough to buy Saint Ecclesia, right?"

The boss looked at the golden coins on the counter in confusion: "Little boy, which arcade did you get these game coins from?"

"Why? You still want the banknotes?"

Wang Quan shrugged and said, "I can't wear pants with big pockets. Also, POS machines weren't widely used back then, so it was hard to use bank cards. Finally, because of my age, the bank wouldn't allow me to write checks. So, gold coins are one of the few large-denomination currencies I can carry with me."

"Is this a gold coin?"

The boss looked at the golden coin in front of him, and then looked at the little boy in front of him with disbelief. Even if the coin was real, it was stolen by the child from his parents. Accepting it would cause a lot of trouble.

But before he could say anything, a voice suddenly interrupted him.

"I've been paying attention to you for a long time."

Wang Quan, who was patted on the shoulder, turned around in confusion and looked up at the tall man in front of him who was 1 meters tall and had a childish face.

"Mr. Muto!"

The boss exclaimed, "Why are you here?"

Sir? You?

Hearing the boss's address, Wang Quan looked at the tall and thin man in front of him in confusion. The man was only 10cm taller than Fat Tiger. To be addressed like this by an obviously older man, this tall man must be quite extraordinary.

"Muto Yugi."

The tall and thin man introduced himself to Wang Quan: "I am also a duelist."

Wang Quan looked at the tall man, whom he had never met before, with confusion and asked, "Do we know each other?"

"I don't know him. Although I don't know him, but..."

Yugi Muto took out his deck, gripped it tightly, and stared at Wang Quan. "Ever since you showed up in this shop, first it was Kuritama, then the Dark Magician, and finally my entire deck. A full forty cards have been telling me - they want to stay away from you."

Blood, Tears, Friendship, and Enemy of Elementary School Students: Chapter 5 Yu-Gi-Oh and Elementary School Students