Tokyo: Simulation Begins with the Big Sister Next Door

Strength: 158+ (Your strength is terrifying)

[Agility: 155+ (While you might be the worst hunter in a primitive tribe, you'd definitely be a champion in the Olympics)]

[Charm: 199+ (You're the most stylish guy in the brothel; if you wear women's clothing, the brothel might not be your only option)]

[Mental Strength: 205+ (Your mental strength far surpasses that of ordinary people, meaning that even if you stay up all night, your observation and intuition will not be inferior to those of ordinary people)]

[Physical Fitness: 160+ (Your physical fitness is excellent; you can fight three opponents single-handedly even without medication)]

[Note: The normal range for adults is 80-100.]

Your current skills: Reconnaissance (Beginner), One Year of Learning Experience (Elite), Anesthesia Resistance (Intermediate), Street Fighting Skills (Advanced), Street-Style Hot-Selling Fried Rice (Advanced), Surgical Skills (Expert), Pile Driving (Expert), Virus Resistance (Advanced), Game Proficiency (Master), Toy Usage Experience (Expert), Programming Skills (Expert)

[Non-skill items: (Animation creation software), (Source code for the Three Thousand Heroes game)]

"So the anesthesia resistance is indeed a combination of two things." An Zeliang glanced at it and found that the level of anesthesia resistance had been upgraded from the primary level to the intermediate level.

It feels like a bit of a loss. There were clearly two skills, but they were merged into one... and it's a very ineffective anesthesia resistance skill.

Upgrading surgical skills or street fighting techniques would be a worthwhile investment.

If all else fails, upgrading the pile driving system would be fine too!

“However, I am a completely different person now compared to just over ten days ago,” An Zeliang remarked.

This data panel absolutely crushes Anze Liang before the simulation!

Any one of these skills is quite good on its own, and would be considered an advantage or strength for an ordinary person.

After washing up.

An Zeliang picked up his schoolbag and headed out to school.

Another beautiful day has begun.

The neighborhood was as quiet as ever, not a soul in sight.

Unlike China, you can hardly see anyone on the streets of Japan in the early morning. Or rather, you can hardly see anyone most of the time.

It was so quiet that it looked like no one lived there.

"Anze!"

As soon as An Zeliang stepped out of the residential area, he heard a familiar voice.

Looking up, I saw Nakano Aoi waiting by the wall in front of the mansion across the street, waving and greeting me, exuding the youthful energy of a high school girl.

Judging from the way Nakano Himawari is standing, she seems to have been waiting for a while.

Anze Liang couldn't help but wonder if Nakano had also been waiting for him like this a couple of days ago, but because he came out too late, the other party left early?

With this guess in mind, the two walked side by side on the way to school, and Anze Liang casually asked, "Nakano-kun, you must have been waiting for a long time today, right?"

"It wasn't too long, just half an hour."

The two chatted as they arrived at the school.

I arrived much earlier than usual today; the morning reading session hadn't even started yet.

Just as Anze Liang put down his schoolbag, a tall student walked over—Sato-kun.

"Anze, this is the money you won from betting yesterday." Sato handed over a thick stack of money, which looked like a considerable amount.

Sato looked pained; he hadn't expected Anze Ryo to bet on every single sport, resulting in him losing all the commissions he'd earned from other people to Anze Ryo.

This sports festival not only failed to make money, but actually resulted in a huge loss!

This was the first time in three years that he had lost money on the opening bet. Sato didn't sleep a wink last night, completely baffled as to how Yasuzawa Ryo managed to bet on every single sport.

Even with the best luck, it shouldn't be this incredible.

Lady Luck must be his mother!

"Thank you, Sato-kun." Yasuzawa Ryo took the money, didn't count it, and casually put it in his pocket.

Sato opened his mouth as if to say something, but couldn't say anything for a moment. In the end, he just said, "Anze, you're really lucky," and then turned and left.

The other students who placed bets also noticed the money An Zeliang had won and couldn't help but show surprised expressions.

"Yesterday's sports festival, Anze actually guessed all the questions correctly?"

"Yes, according to Sato, Anze earned more than three times his initial investment in every competition. That means Anze won at least several hundred thousand yesterday!"

"What?! Hundreds of thousands?! Then why didn't Anze even count them?"

"Where are the people who mocked Anze before? Come out and apologize!!"

"It seems like Anze doesn't care about a few hundred thousand at all? Why can't I see any happiness on his face?"

"Who knows? Maybe Anze's family is very rich? It seems like Anze has never lacked money."

The students were buzzing with excitement, envying An Zeliang's success.

Several hundred thousand yen is enough for an average student's living expenses for several months.

But An Zeliang didn't take it seriously at all. After putting it in his pocket, he lay down on the table and went back to sleep.

This guy... I'm so envious!

Envy in every sense of the word.

It wasn't just luck, but also the treatment I received.

An Zeliang always slept in class, and the teacher never cared. In fact, if a student reported him, the teacher would point his finger at him and scold him, and the student would be unable to refute the scolding.

What a damn top student!

Some students were envious and jealous, but some girls had a youthful and budding look in their eyes, and would steal glances at An Zeliang from time to time.

Teenage girls are often prone to developing unusual feelings for outstanding boys at school.

Time passes.

After morning reading and the first and second periods, An Zeliang finally got up, refreshed and well-rested.

I went to bed too late last night and woke up too early this morning, so I need to catch up on some sleep. Since I don't need to study in class, it's the perfect time to do so.

Moreover, the teacher was very "sensible" and did not disturb his sleep.

Aside from a few "uncooperative" teachers, most teachers are quite sensible. This is probably one of the reasons why An Zeliang goes to school on time every day.

The third lesson is a social health class, which is also a sex education course.

These kinds of courses are not frequent, but they are not uncommon either.

"Japan certainly has ample guidance in this regard, it's just a pity that the teacher in the class is an A-cup," Anze Liang said sincerely, looking at the teacher.

The teacher, Ms. A, was lecturing attentively, and the students were listening very carefully. The girls, however, blushed occasionally, which was surprisingly innocent.

Wait, Saya-kun, why are you blushing too?

An Zeliang listened for a while and then started yawning again.

An Zeliang was certain that if he were to give the presentation himself, he would definitely do it better and in more detail than the teacher.

Because he has extensive knowledge in this area.

And so, a boring health class came to an end.

The fourth period is physical education class.

An Zeliang applied directly for free time, as he didn't really want to participate in any group activities.

Mr. Tomomatsu paused for a moment, then smiled and agreed, "Anze just participated in the sports festival yesterday, so he should take a break. You're free to do whatever you want now."

With special attention from the physical education teacher, the other students participated in group exercises, while An Zeliang had free time.

This naturally aroused envy among some students, but they had nothing to say about it.

After all, he won the 100-meter sprint championship at the sports festival.

Ganbatte! I'll train hard and definitely surpass this guy someday! Then I'll humiliate him properly!!

Sitting in the cool shade of a tree, watching his classmates running under the scorching sun, An Zeliang couldn't help but sigh, "Is this what other people's kids' lives are like? They're so comfortable."

He sat for a while, then got a little bored, so he simply took out his phone and started browsing Twitter.

I get harder on Twitter than in health class!

Before we knew it, physical education class was over.

Lunch break, lunchtime.

An Zeliang didn't join the group; instead, he went to the cafeteria and ate an expensive deluxe bento box.

As for money, he had absolutely no concept of saving.

Recent simulations have shown An Zeliang that making money isn't difficult at all. So there's no need for him to compromise himself.

He didn't even care about the hundreds of thousands he made from the opening of the sports festival.

Once your short videos go viral, you can open an animation company and, with animation production software, embark on a money-making journey without ever having to worry about money.

"Hmm, I'll check the video when I get home," An Zeliang thought to himself as he ate.

After lunch, An Zeliang took a walk on campus to digest his food and returned to the classroom just before the first class of the afternoon began.

He remembered that the first class in the afternoon was English, taught by Mr. Hayano.

Just as An Zeliang took out his English book from his bag, he unexpectedly found a letter wrapped in pink.

"Huh? This is... a love confession letter?"

An Zeliang looked at the envelope; it had a bow on it, and it looked like a letter a girl would write.

He figured it was probably a love confession or something like that.

I've gotten used to it. Because there are occasionally a few love letters in his shoe cabinet and drawers.

Especially after the sports festival.

"Hmm, it seems like all of these things happened in the simulation."

However, simulation is an extension of reality.

Therefore, in reality, many girls have sent love letters to An Zeliang because of his excellent sports performance and handsome appearance.

"However, as the saying goes, 'People are afraid of becoming famous, just as pigs are afraid of getting fat,' receiving too many love confessions isn't a good thing either."