I became the King of Ryukyu

"Ryukyu!"

"come on!"

"Ryukyu!"

"come on!"

"Lock, Zheng!"

The passionate baseball boys ran towards the rising sun. Miyagi Yuichi waved to him and shouted, "Shirogane Shu, are you going back to Kume?"

Zheng Yi answered loudly, "No, I have a date!"

This earned him a huge eye roll from Miyagi Yuichi.

The Kume Twins had already agreed that if either of them found a partner, they would treat each other to a meal, so he knew that Lao Zheng was just talking nonsense.

"Miyagi, watch your breathing!"

Before Miyagi could say anything more, the senior vice-captain smacked him hard on the buttocks with a megaphone.

Zheng Yi smiled and watched the group of energetic young men walk away.

When I arrived at school, love letters started appearing in the shoe locker again.

It seems that the headquarters' young lady's intimidation power is limited to 72 hours.

Even teenage female college students aren't exactly reserved.

Of course, it could also be because his [Charm] increased by 1 point.

Without Inspector Aragaki's classes, Zheng Yi couldn't complete the alchemy tasks, and he was somewhat distracted.

The morning classes passed quickly.

He took his backpack from behind the chair and prepared to head to the marine biology department.

As she passed by the window seat, she remained motionless.

The gauze on her right arm had been removed and replaced with a dressing about half the size of her palm. She was asleep, her head tilted to the side and supported by her left hand.

The neurology professor did have a voice that could lull you to sleep, but Yuki had been a bit sleepy lately.

It was probably because I took a short break and suddenly felt relaxed.

Silver Week starts tomorrow.

In contrast to the Golden Week in May, the Silver Week is an extended holiday that is limited to September.

Next Monday is Respect for the Aged Day, and Wednesday is the Autumn Equinox. According to Japan's Holidays Law, the workday between the two holidays will automatically become a national day of rest.

Therefore, Saturday and Sunday, plus the three-day holiday, make a total of five consecutive days off, without the need for compensatory leave.

Zheng Yi also planned to take advantage of the holiday to thoroughly investigate the criminal organization.

This is crucial to the conclusion of the "Major Special Event: Enemy Siege," and Zheng Yi is still thinking about the reward his brother Chongzhen owes him.

I rode my bike to the intersection of Shuri Street and Anrycheon Road, where a few students were waiting in front of the newly opened Xuewang store.

Get off the bus and queue up.

"One peach passion fruit tea, one cheese fruit tea, extra ice, please."

"I'll charge you 1000 yen."

Carrying two cups of Snow King beer, Zheng Yi walked through the corridor where the lights were flashing and swiped open the door to the activity room.

With her long black hair cascading down her shoulders, Mioko Honbu lay on the sofa, her chest barely heaving, but her waist slender, her stockings off on the armrest beside her, her snow-white arms hanging down.

A brand new wool carpet, with a comic book carelessly flipped open on it.

On the large LCD TV, which was more than a meter wide, channels were constantly changing, and the TV remote was pressed under the girl's bare ankles.

Is the weather at the end of September so sleepy?

Zheng Yi glanced at it only once before looking away.

There are surveillance cameras here.

Of course, even without surveillance, he wouldn't look at it much.

The first glance is a man's instinct for beauty, the second glance is a man's filthy grotesqueness.

But if you stare intently without blinking, does that only count as one glance?

My mind was occupied with continuously differentiable functions, the wave-particle duality of photons, and Planck's constant.

So, since light is not continuous, staring intently cannot be considered a single glance?

Zheng Yi sighed and placed the two cups of fruit tea on the table, next to the Ramune soda that had been partially drunk from.

Let her choose for herself.

As he left, he glanced down at the comic book, which seemed to be "Little Pig P-chan," a book that even Tetsuya considered childish.

Only three days had passed since the last cleaning, so this time the work was much easier.

Two hours later, Zheng Yi finished removing the algae, fed the fish, and returned to the office area.

Mioko sat cross-legged on an exaggeratedly large swivel chair, holding a game console in her hands, her expression focused, her lips, as delicate as sycamore flowers, slightly pursed.

Zheng Yi prayed that it wouldn't be an online game.

If it's an online game, I hope my opponent isn't a foul-mouthed guy.

"Take your trash with you when you leave the house."

On the table, both of Snow King's cups were empty.

She slightly raised her head, then put down the game console, frowning as she looked her up and down. "You've been using steroids?"

"Absolutely not. I am completely natural; my testosterone levels are naturally higher than normal," Zheng Yi replied confidently.

As a transmigrator, the system is an integral part of the body.

"Hmm?" Motobu Mioko put down her game console and sat up straight with some surprise, a hint of interest flashing in her eyes that seemed to always look down on everything.

"Huh? You don't actually believe that, do you?" Zheng Yi bent down to take out the trash bag, and then put the lunch boxes and beverage bottles on the table into it as well.

"Words can lie, but the heartbeat can't." Motobu Mioko said seriously, her ears twitching slightly, while the serpentine tail and sea lilies behind her danced gently.

After throwing the garbage bag into the trash can on the first floor, Zheng Yi glanced back at the Marine Biology Department building.

Vast expanses of glass curtain walls reflect the azure sky, with a few dark clouds drifting above, foreshadowing that the weather during the upcoming Silver Week holiday may not be as we wish.

Could that woman have some kind of strange ability like mind reading? He wondered.

probably not.

The rich rely on technology, the poor rely on mutation. The young lady of the headquarters already has the power of money, how could she possibly have superpowers as well? That would be too unfair.

On the way back to the apartment, the [Enitime Foodness] restaurant was still closed for renovations.

Zheng Yi asked the old man guarding the gate and received the answer that the business would resume after the holiday.

No wonder this gym can cater to American soldiers; the owner must have considerable influence behind it.

Zheng Yi plans to do some strength training here after the holiday.

Since Mioko Honbu thinks she's working out, then I'd better actually be working out.

Zheng Yi had no desire to become a guinea pig in the biological research institute under the headquarters conglomerate.

Although he now possesses some extraordinary abilities, he is still essentially a fragile mortal.

Skill points can be accumulated gradually, but at least you need to be able to withstand American-style Iaijutsu before you can confidently shout at those rich girls, "Are you trying to teach me how to do things?"

Even the teachers who were lecturing in the afternoon were distracted, their minds wandering back to the holidays. The students were also few and far between, with a very low attendance rate.

A restless atmosphere permeated the classroom.

Zheng Yi hid in a corner, eyes closed, still fighting fiercely in the secret realm. However, today's focus was different.

The progress of the secret realm walkthrough is stuck at Baigou Post Station. The general guarding the pass, Han Kuangsi, is exceptionally brave, and Zheng Yi is temporarily unable to defeat this boss.

He didn't come here today to defeat the boss.

Through hundreds of trials and deaths, Zheng Yi discovered that the secret realm dungeon of this realistic game had no invisible walls at all; it was a completely open world.

After taking several detours, Zheng Yi saw some rather prosperous towns along the way before being surrounded by pursuers.