American comic: From Beijing with Love, starting with a mutant.

The bell rang for recess, and the classroom door of Class 3D was kicked open.

Three boys wearing different club uniforms barged in.

The leader was a muscular hunk dressed in a judo uniform who walked directly to Stephen Chow's table and enthusiastically invited him to join him.

"Hoshino Seiichi, right? I'm Kimura Daikuma, the captain of the judo club! Hoshino-san! Join us!"

"The flyer says you forced Tamao Serizawa to retreat with a single punch. The Kanto preliminaries are short one starter; if you join, the spot is yours!"

Zhou Xingxing's eyelid twitched.

Serizawa only took half a step back yesterday.

By the time it reached Mitsuhashi, Half Step had been imprinted as "One punch to repel the king of beasts".

A boy in a karate uniform squeezed in and pushed Kimura aside.

"What's so interesting about judo matches where the grappling goes on for ages?"

The man patted his chest and boasted, "Hoshino, I'm Inoue Gian from the karate club! Come join us! We guarantee you'll dominate the entire Kanto region and reign supreme in the whole school within a month!"

The last person to step forward was a boy with an exaggerated mohawk and an arrogant look in his eyes.

"Akihiro Minggong," he said, revealing his name. "Come with me, join Aikido! Judo and Karate are just child's play; let's go straight to dominating all the high schools in Japan and create legends!"

Representatives from the three major clubs gathered in Class 3D to compete for a transfer student!

Old Zhou leaned back in his chair, somewhat bewildered.

Should we send him to participate in these free, labor-intensive club activities?

Freebie?!

Why would I give up a legitimate government job to come and play gangster games with you kids?

Most importantly, none of these three people mentioned subsidies from beginning to end!

"Gentlemen, a student's duty is to study."

Stephen Chow spoke very sincerely, "Physical contact would disrupt the harmony of the campus. I personally have always kept my distance from these kinds of activities."

"If you really want to hire me, first include club insurance, competition subsidies, and protective gear wear and tear in the application."

"I won't accept any free training or reimbursement without a receipt."

The three representatives were completely bewildered by this inexplicable bureaucratic tone.

"Whoosh—"

The back door of the classroom was gently pushed open.

The newcomer was dressed in a well-fitting sailor uniform, with long, deep purple hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall, and a faint fragrance emanating from her hair.

She was tall and slender, carrying a wooden knife in her hand.

Although she was just standing there quietly, she exuded an aura of arrogance, like a drawn blade.

Kimura and Inoue, who were blocking her view, felt a chill on their necks and instinctively made way for her.

Someone nearby lowered their voice.

"Why is Saeko Busujima here...?"

"The one who won a national championship in second grade?"

"She also drew with Serizawa."

The woman approached Zhou Xingxing. "Saeko Busujima, captain of the kendo club. Would you like to join?"

Everyone assumed that, given the arrogant attitude of this newly appointed leader who had just "rejected all free labor," he would certainly refuse Saeko Busujima without hesitation.

But at this moment, Stephen Chow seemed to be frozen in place, staring straight at the person in front of him.

Those perfectly straight shoulder lines!

That slender and graceful figure!

That cold yet deadly gaze!

Are you 18 years old?

"Uh..." Saeko Busujima was a little surprised by the question, but she answered truthfully, "Yeah, I just turned 18."

The moment before, Hoshino, whose face seemed to say "I've seen through the illusions of the world" and "I will never go out with prostitutes," stood up from his chair.

He smoothed out the wrinkles on his Zhongshan suit and also tidied his hair.

"Let alone being a sparring partner, I wouldn't complain even if you asked me to sweep the floor, mop the floor, or even wash the kendo uniforms for my seniors!"

"Please accept me! I've dreamed of learning swordsmanship since I was a child!"

"Clang!"

Kimura Daikuma and Inoue Gian fell to the ground with a tumble, while Akimiya Akihiro, standing nearby, stared wide-eyed, his face full of disdain, as if to say, "I have never seen such a shameless person."

The entire younger class of Class D, Grade 3, had their worldviews shattered.

Where the hell did your composure go?!

Have you lost all your pacifist spirit?!

Wasn't it agreed that fighting and killing are uncivilized?!

Why do they even rush to do laundry when they see a pretty girl?!

Saeko Busujima hadn't expected the other party to agree so readily, even to the point of being utterly shameless.

For once, a look of surprise flashed across her perpetually icy face.

But she quickly composed herself and took a deep look at the peculiar transfer student before leaving.

See you at the dojo after school.

After leaving those words, Saeko Busujima turned around, giving Old Zhou a dashing back view, and walked straight away.

Stephen Chow stood still, closed his eyes, flared his nostrils twice, and took a deep breath.

"fragrant!"

...

The school bell rang throughout Toyo High School.

Zhou Xingxing quickly unzipped his backpack, took out a comb, and used it to shave his hair against the window glass.

My head may be severed, my blood may flow, but my hairstyle must not be messed up.

A golden retriever's head peeked through the back door of Class D. Takashi Mitsuhashi's face was stuck in the door frame, looking like a Shiba Inu trapped in the door.

Shinji Ito stood obediently behind him.

"Brother Hoshino." Mitsuhashi's tone was eerie, as chilling as the wind blowing from a mass grave at midnight.

Zhou Xingxing's eyelids twitched. "What? No money involved."

Mitsuhashi and Ito leaned closer. "You...you're really going to the kendo club?"

"Nonsense! A man's word is his bond." Zhou Xingxing put the comb back in his pocket. "My senior personally invited me; how could I refuse?"

Mitsuhashi chuckled twice. "Guess what happened to that last delinquent who went to the kendo club and begged to join?"

This sarcastic tone gave Stephen Chow a bad feeling.

This golden retriever doesn't look like a good person; he can't say anything nice.

"What happened? Did you fall for your senior's charm and decide to turn over a new leaf and apply to the University of Tokyo?"

Ito, who had been silent until now, stepped forward and earnestly corrected, "He's in the orthopedics department of the city's central hospital right now."

"Lying down?"

Ito nodded seriously, "Yes. He saw that Busujima-senpai was pretty, so he went up to chat her up and touched her knife. Then he got beaten up and suffered multiple comminuted fractures."

Ito recalled the horrific scene, "It is said that he lay in the hospital room for five months, and now when he turns over in the rain, it makes a cracking sound."

Comminuted fracture?

The image of Saeko Busujima carrying that wooden sword flashed through my mind today.

This woman looks so delicate and fair-skinned, how could she be so ruthless?!

No wonder those three burly gangsters acted like mice before a cat when they saw her at noon today.

cowardly?

No.

The thugs of Class 3D were all pretending to sweep the floor in the back row, but in reality, their ears were all perked up like antennas.

If his newly established prestige is scared off by these two sentences, the whole school will know tomorrow morning that he, Hoshino Seiichi, is a coward who talks the talk but doesn't walk the walk!

Zhou Xingxing snorted coldly, "That's because they're incompetent! True gold fears no fire! A mere kendo club, what are they going to do to me?"

After saying that, he strode out of the classroom and when he got to the side of the three bridges, he reached out and grabbed the golden retriever by the back of his collar.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Mitsuhashi exclaimed in shock, kicking his legs wildly on the ground.

"A chance encounter is worse than a planned meeting!" Zhou Xingxing said with an air of righteous indignation. "Since you two second-year juniors are so concerned about me, perfect! Come with me to the kendo club and broaden your horizons!"