I became the King of Ryukyu

But the next second, Zheng Yi was pulled to the table by the girl.

As expected, the speed of an amateur runner is simply not up to par!

Zheng Yi's long-distance running career, which he was about to give up on, has once again gained meaning.

At least, at least next time, she can't be arrested by his light-speed claws.

"You've come at the perfect time, let's try some." Yuki's hairstyle today is "dangerous wife," and her smiling face is really deceptively charming, like a virtuous wife and loving mother.

A plate of exquisitely presented French soufflé, worthy of gracing the cover of a food magazine, is pushed in front of you. It is sprinkled with fine powdered sugar and garnished with fresh berries, making it a feast for the eyes.

Zheng Yi knew perfectly well that the more perfect this thing looked, the more breathtaking its taste would be.

Either sugar was mistakenly added as salt, or it was overcooked, creating an extreme contrast between the eyes and the tongue.

But now he's long since gotten used to it and his tolerance is at its peak.

Without batting an eye, she scooped up a spoonful of soufflé and put it in her mouth, swallowing it without much chewing. A gentle smile curved her eyes: "Your skills are getting better and better. You're such a hardworking and capable woman. I suggest you take your talent to the classroom and let your classmates try it!"

"How can this be repaired!"

Sure enough, the next second a fist lightly landed on his arm.

Zheng Yi laughed as he took the two blows, then bid farewell to the ruffled female leopard, hopped on his bicycle, and rode towards the seaside.

The old car creaked and groaned.

Zheng Yi remembered that this thing seemed to have an attribute that reduced stamina by 1. Now that he had money, perhaps he should find some time to buy a new car.

Soon, we arrived at the familiar seaside.

The sky was still bathed in the dark blue of pre-dawn, and the seaside promenade was deserted with hardly anyone in sight.

The salty sea breeze, carrying the crisp scent of roadside vegetation, rushed towards us. In the distance, only a sliver of pale golden dawn floated on the sea, and even the sound of the waves was a bit softer than during the day.

The straw hat uncle, whom I usually bump into on the way, was surprisingly absent today.

It seems that this vast ocean has truly broken my heart.

I gritted my teeth and ran the ten kilometers. The white lighthouse at the finish line was clearly visible in the gradually brightening sky.

Compared to the miserable state of almost crawling to the finish line last time, this time I managed to finish the whole course with my willpower. Although I was so tired that I was half dead and panting heavily while holding onto the lighthouse wall, it was still a real improvement.

The system panel in my mind jumped slightly, and a small +1 appeared after the [Speed] attribute.

Persistence leads to victory! Let's go!

In the morning, it was Professor Rio Aragaki's botany class, which was Zheng Yi's most anticipated subject every week.

The system had long ago verified that this gentle and refined supervisor was a genuine senior practitioner with profound expertise in the identification and application of herbs and medicinal materials.

By listening to her lessons, Zheng Yi's experience in alchemy can be continuously improved, and so far there has been no bottleneck.

Besides trying to develop a pill that could fade scars, Zheng Yi also thought that as his skill level improved, he might one day be able to awaken his dormant self, like Gu Yongtai.

Zheng Yi originally didn't care much about this matter; everyone has their own destiny, and you can't force it.

But ever since he heard from Master Bai Ling about the reason for Yuta's coma, Zheng Yi had this idea.

Those who carry firewood for the masses should not be left to freeze to death in the wind and snow.

Although few people know about his deeds due to the government's cover-up, and it could even be said that his sacrifice did not change anything, Zheng Yi still wants to help this Ryukyu man stand up again.

It was with this idea in mind that Zheng Yi was even more attentive than usual in botany class.

Not only did he fill his notes with notes, but the moment the bell rang, he also unusually sprang to his feet, rushing to the podium ahead of the girls who were crowding around him, and dumping all the questions he had accumulated throughout the entire class into one go.

Rio Aragaki never seemed bothered, patiently answering questions with a smile, her voice flowing softly from her cherry-red lips, clear and gentle.

[You have received instruction from the senior sorcerer, Rio Aragaki, and gained a small amount of experience.]

[You have received instruction from the senior sorcerer, Rio Aragaki, and gained a small amount of experience.]

[You have received instruction from the senior sorcerer, Rio Aragaki, and gained a small amount of experience.]

As he received a series of prompts, Zheng Yi's expression gradually became more unrestrained.

"what!"

"What's wrong, Zheng Yijun?"

"It's alright, Supervisor Aragaki, I've finished asking my questions, thank you!"

Zheng Yi bowed and quickly fled.

His ribs were twisted hard again by a black hand; the one who did it was clearly Yugi, who was mixed in with the group of girls.

After all, other girls usually just pretend to accidentally brush against his shoulder or buttocks.

Even though Zheng Yi has a 90% charm rating, his constant dominance of Ms. Xin Yuan's after-class Q&A time still drew some complaints from them.

Of course, how many of those indignant girls were thinking, "Please let go of Supervisor Aragaki and come at me," is anyone's guess.

After finishing the second course on embryonic development taught by a random teacher, Zheng Yi didn't gain much beyond finding some inspiration for the evolution of the white dragon in the book.

When the lunch bell rang, students flocked to the cafeteria. Although university students are free to eat out, prices in the Shuri area are not cheap.

University cafeterias receive subsidies from the school or alumni association, making them not only inexpensive but also frequently offering special meals, such as ramen for 100 yen and breakfast for 150 yen. For more than half of the university students burdened with student loans, this is nothing short of a safe haven.

After politely declining Yuichi Miyagi's lunch invitation on LINE, Zheng Yi skillfully made his way into the innermost stall of the men's restroom in the teaching building—locking the door from the inside and confirming that there were no surveillance cameras around.

The next second, in the game's general interface, he issued an order for Master Bai Ling to teleport over from Shadow Isle with the General's Seal.

A burst of golden light, invisible to others, appeared before them, revealing an old, bald head.

Zheng Yi didn't want to stay in the toilet cubicle with the old monk for even a second longer, and immediately ordered him to activate the teleportation again.

"My lord."

The two appeared beside the stone tablet, and Master Bai Ling bowed slightly: "The supplies sent by Senior Brother Xiao Bailong have all been properly arranged."

Zheng Yi nodded, but paused for a moment as his gaze swept over the old monk.

I didn't get a good look in the toilet stall earlier because of the rush, but now it seems really, really wrong!

Ever since he gave Master Bailing the sword manual for Longyang sword fighting, Zheng Yi had always felt that there was something strange about the old monk.

It's one thing to have a wooden sword at your waist, but why does even the way you walk exude an indescribable gracefulness?

As she spoke, her little finger was slightly raised, resembling the very beginnings of a delicate orchid finger.

With his seventies, white hair and beard, wrinkled face and age spots, missing a few teeth, and a mole on his chin, he was enough to make one's hair stand on end!

Zheng Yi quickly looked away, afraid that if he looked any longer, he would gag.