The Infinite Powerhouse Mixed in with Sakura Dormitory

“Senior, shouldn’t a normal person be very sad when they hear that their mother has died? But Sakura wasn’t, so Sakura thinks she’s a bad child.”

Seemingly feeling different from normal people, Matou Sakura looked at Jiang Jing with some disappointment: "Senpai, will you hate Sakura like this?"

Jiang Jing took a sip of the mint soup from the small bowl and asked curiously, "I hate you? Why?"

"Huh?" Matou Sakura was a little slow to keep up with Jiang Jing's pace, but she breathed a sigh of relief.

"You said yourself that those are normal people. Do you think your experiences and encounters are things that normal people would have?"

“I…” Matou Sakura’s eyes darkened as she thought of the hellish darkness of those days.

Looking at the mature little girl who was silent for a moment, Jiang Jing said calmly, "Although your strength is quite good now, you don't yet have the heart that a superhuman should have."

"The heart of an extraordinary being? Senior, what is that?" Matou Sakura looked up at Jiang Jing with a puzzled expression.

"Ordinary people live only a hundred years, so they want to make something of themselves. But because individuals are too weak, they need to live in groups, which leads to the formation of a dependent society."

“But you are different now; you will live for more than two hundred years.”

"As your strength increases, your lifespan will also increase—five hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand years—becoming an immortal being, a god among mortals, and able to glimpse the fruit of eternity."

"Whether it's your way of thinking or your essence, you are already different from ordinary people, so why should you constrain yourself with the thinking of ordinary people? Why should you care about other people's opinions?"

"Moreover, your mother and father's idea that they thought it was for your own good pushed you into the Matou family, which is hell for you without any investigation. Didn't you already consider them dead?"

Jiang Jing shrugged: "In that case, isn't it normal that you feel no sadness when you hear about her death as if it were the death of a stranger?"

"How did you know that's what I was thinking, senpai?" Matou Sakura, who had never told anyone about this thought buried deep in her heart, was taken aback, and then became very nervous.

Because at this moment, she felt as if she were completely naked, with everything she thought exposed to Jiang Jing's eyes.

Looking at the nervous little girl opposite him, Jiang Jing chuckled and said, "I've eaten more food than you've eaten salt, so I guessed it without even trying."

"Remember, it's important that we extraordinary beings do what we want to do, not because of the opinions or will of others."

"Senior, don't act all old-fashioned, okay? Didn't you say you're only in high school? You're only a little older than Sakura." After realizing that Jiang Jing had only guessed, not seen through her deeper thoughts, Matou Sakura breathed a sigh of relief and then said unconvinced.

At the same time, Jiang Jing's words helped Matou Sakura emerge from her self-doubt, and she no longer concealed her true nature in her tone of voice.

She looked less obedient than before, but more lively. Apart from her slightly vacant eyes, she was no different from an ordinary little girl.

Jiang Jing waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk about that. By the way, how did you get all these things in here?" Jiang Jing pointed to the kitchen utensils around him, somewhat speechless.

“I’m practicing cooking so I can serve it to you, senpai,” Matou Sakura said directly.

One day, while browsing through the miscellaneous books in the Matou family's study, she saw a cookbook with the line, "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach." Since then, Matou Sakura has been studying cooking every day for the past few months.

Then, Matou Sakura looked at Jiang Jing with expectant eyes: "Senpai, how does it taste?"

"Uh...it tastes pretty good." Noticing the little girl's subtly intense gaze across from him, Jiang Jing felt somewhat bewildered.

He could never have imagined that the girl opposite him, though only seven years old, was already frighteningly mature.

Jiang Jing's gaze fell on Matou Sakura's head, and he suddenly said, "By the way, Sakura, I remember you should have black hair, right? Why did you change your hair to purple?"

When Jiang Jing first saw Matou Sakura, he noticed that her hair was dyed purple, but now her hair color has completely turned purple.

It's clear that she changed her hair color when she used magical elements to condense her physical body.

Sakura Matou was taken aback when Jiang Jing asked this question. After a moment of silence, she said, "The black hair is the Sakura of the past, and the purple hair is the Sakura of the present."

"Is that so?" Jiang Jing nodded, and didn't bring up the topic again. He then commented on Matou Sakura's cooking skills, chatted casually for a while, and left.

Looking at the empty, devoured dining table, Matou Sakura's small face broke into a satisfied smile, then she narrowed her eyes slightly: "A lifespan of a thousand, ten thousand years, an immortal being..."

"It's a pity, senior. Sakura doesn't understand these things now. Sakura only wants to seize the moment."

After saying that, Matou Sakura seemed to remember something, and a warm smile appeared on her face. Then the smile disappeared, and her figure disappeared from this space and appeared in the bedroom outside.

After appearing in the outside world, Matou Sakura's expression gradually faded, turning into a docile and quiet look. She opened the door and walked out.

Just as Matou Sakura arrived on the first floor, Matou Zouken, leaning on a cane in the distance, his frail figure looking kind, said, "Sakura, how's your training going lately? Have you encountered any difficulties?"

Sakura Matou stood still and said obediently, "No problem, Grandpa."

“I see, that’s good. If you encounter any problems, you can ask your grandfather. Although I’m not familiar with the kind of ‘arcane’ you practice, you should be able to use some of my cultivation experience.” Zouken Matou smiled slightly on his aged face.

Sakura Matou nodded obediently and said, "Yes, if I encounter any difficulties, I will ask Grandpa for help."

"Okay." Zouken Matou smiled and nodded.

If someone who didn't know the details saw this harmonious scene of a kind old man and a well-behaved girl, they would definitely think that the family had a very good relationship.

But the boy with delicate features and blue hair in the far corner, watching this scene, looked at the well-behaved girl with more fear than jealousy in his eyes.

……

The next morning, the number of people who were punctual and late had increased to four.

Especially with the addition of the energetic alien, Misaki Kamiigusa, who chatted with Nanami Aoyama and Mashiro Shiina about various issues related to CL production, the usual tranquility was completely disrupted by the lively atmosphere.

Under the scrutinizing gaze of the gatekeeper, Jiang Jing and his companions entered the school gate. Listening to the sounds of classes being taught upstairs, they changed their shoes at the shoe locker, and Jiang Jing also handed the backpack he was carrying back to Shiina Mashiro.

"Junior, let's go." Misaki Kamiigusa waved to Jiang Jing and Nanami Aoyama, then grabbed Shiina Mashiro and ran off.

Walking down the stairs, Jiang Jing smiled at Aoyama Nanami and said, "Aoyama, you're late with us every day now. Aren't you afraid Xiaochun will scold you?"

Aoyama Nanami immediately looked away somewhat awkwardly, glancing down at her feet: "Misaki-senpai said that we are now a production team, so being late in the morning counts as a team activity, and we can't miss it."

"A belated group activity." Jiang Jing was speechless with admiration for Misaki Kamiigusa's way of thinking; she truly lived up to her reputation.

When the two reached the classroom on the second floor, Jiang Jing suddenly stopped: "Oh, right, Qingshan, you go in first, I need to make a phone call."

Aoyama Nanami glanced at the river view and nodded: "Okay."

After Aoyama Nanami entered the classroom, Jiang Jing took out his phone and called Uemura Yuriko, because he then remembered that he had rescued her father and brother the day before.

"Sorata, is something the matter?" Yuriko Uemura, who had just arrived at the company, asked with some confusion, since her master should be at school at this time.

Jiang Jing: "Your father and brother have been rescued and are currently recuperating in the restricted area. They should be out in a few days. I'm letting you know in advance."

First came the clatter of pens and documents falling to the ground, then came Yuriko Uemura's excited and surprised voice: "Really? Sorata, thank you, thank you so much..."

After Yuriko Uemura calmed down for a while, Jiang Jing smiled slightly and said, "As for Xie, we'll see how you perform from now on."

Suddenly, Yuriko Uemura's cool face was flushed with a blush as she thought of her performance yesterday and the scene of waiting for Jiang Jing to confirm that he wanted to eat her.

For a moment, Yuriko Uemura felt weak all over, her heart pounding so hard she couldn't speak, and she could only manage a nasal "hmm" out of shyness.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Jing asked, somewhat puzzled.

Across from her, Yuriko Uemura quickly replied, "N-nothing...it's nothing."

"That's settled then, I have to go to class."

"Yes, thank you, Sorata." Yuriko Uemura on the other end was still very excited.

Jiang Jing put away his phone. Just as the first class ended, Xiao Chun was the first to walk out of the classroom and bumped into Jiang Jing, who was about to enter.

Without thinking, Jiang Jing blurted out, "Xiao Chun, your makeup looks beautiful today."

Xiaochun, who was also taken aback, broke into a bright smile: "Really? I had the same feeling when I looked in the mirror this morning."

"Yes, she looks like a beautiful female teacher who has just graduated from university." Jiang Jing nodded affirmatively.

At this moment, some students behind also started to get up and leave. Koharu coughed and nodded seriously, saying, "I have something to do, so I'll be leaving first. Kanda, although your grades are very good, remember to review more, okay?"

"Okay, Xiaochun."

"Okay." Xiaochun nodded, left with a smile on her face, clutching the textbooks in her arms, without mentioning that Jiang Jing was late again.

The disciplinary committee member Akame, who came out from inside, looked at Jiang Jing, who was always late and had just made the homeroom teacher very happy, thought for a moment, shook her head and sighed slightly.

"Good morning, Kanda-kun."

Good morning, Akame-kun.

Chapter 238 Preparing to Go to the River View Where the Sun Sleeps

At noon, Jiang Jing and Shiina Mashiro didn't eat lunch under the tree because of the light rain last night and the damp grass. Instead, they moved to a chair under a tree not far away.

Jiang Jing made the bento this morning, so as soon as I opened it, a rich aroma wafted out, making Fujiwara Chika, who was carrying the bento box, almost drool.

"Hello, Kanda-sensei and Shiina-senpai! What a coincidence that you're having lunch here too!" Fujiwara Chika waved and greeted them with great delight at the chance encounter.

However, it would have been better if her eyes hadn't been fixed on the exquisite fruit carvings, each like a work of art, and the ten-centimeter-long, golden-brown fried croakers in Jiang Jing's box.

Kaguya Shinomiya, who was standing next to her, looked embarrassed. She turned her head away, pretending not to recognize her, and secretly took two steps to create some distance.

Although she was salivating at the enticing aroma, her good upbringing made her too embarrassed to show it, and she tried her best to maintain the composure of a well-bred young lady.

Jiang Jing nodded, pretending not to see Fujiwara Chika's longing gaze: "Fujiwara-san, Shinomiya-san, what a coincidence."

“Yes, it’s rare to run into you today, let’s have lunch together, Kanda-sensei,” Fujiwara Chika said happily.

"Uh... how are we supposed to eat this?" Jiang Jing looked at the ordinary park bench with three seats beneath him, shrugged, because it was impossible for four people to sit down.

"Ahem... Kanda-sensei, Fujiwara was just joking." At this moment, Kaguya Shinomiya, who was standing awkwardly to the side, spoke up, and then quickly pulled Fujiwara Chika, who was about to speak, by the collar and led her to sit down on another stone chair next to them.

However, after sitting down, Fujiwara Chika did not give up. She looked at Jiang Jing with admiration and said, "Teacher Kanda, your cooking skills are getting better and better. I have never forgotten the feeling of that unparalleled deliciousness exploding on my taste buds after I had the chance to eat it last time."

"Really? Thank you for the compliment." Jiang Jing smiled, once again ignoring the expression on Fujiwara Chika's face that practically screamed, "I want to eat this, may I have a bite?"

"Really." Fujiwara Chika patted her heaving chest affirmatively, looking at Jiang Jing with utmost sincerity.

"Uh... really?" Jiang Jing blinked.

Then Jiang Jing said regretfully, "It's rare that you like my cooking so much, Fujiwara. If I made more today, I'll invite you to try it again. I'll treat you another time when I have the chance."

Fujiwara Chika, who had been waiting for these words, subtly wiped her mouth, her eyes lighting up as she quickly said, "Kanda-senpai, no need to reschedule, today..."

Just as I was about to say that today was perfect, and that I was going to try two pieces of fried yellow croaker, Fujiwara Chika lowered her head and suddenly couldn't say anything more.

Because while she was talking to Jiang Jing, Shiina Mashiro had already quietly taken away the small yellow croaker and egg roll meat from Jiang Jing's box, leaving only the tasty green vegetables and the fruit pieces that looked like works of art.

"Ahem... Kanda-sensei, actually we have something to discuss with you today." Kaguya Shinomiya quickly broke the sudden silence.

Jiang Jing, who had already sensed that something was wrong, casually asked, "What is it?"

"That's right. Next month on the 1st is the 30th anniversary of the Water High School. The student council has proposed to combine the autumn campus festival after the start of the new semester in early September with the anniversary celebration."

"The two-day school anniversary celebration will be held on Sundays July 1st and 2nd."

"What does this have to do with me?" Jiang Jing asked, somewhat puzzled.

Kaguya Shinomiya gave an awkward smile: "Originally, it was with Kanda-sensei..."

"Just call me Kanda or Kanda-senpai at school. People will find it strange if they hear you calling me 'teacher' all the time," Jiang Jing corrected.