The Infinite Powerhouse Mixed in with Sakura Dormitory

“It’s different,” Jiang Jing said earnestly.

“Since I am Sorata’s, it’s only natural for me to do this.” With that, Rias tiptoed slightly and pressed her bright red lips to his.

"..."

Looking at Rias, whose cheeks were slightly flushed, Jiang Jing clicked his tongue and calmly commented, "The taste is alright."

"This is the first time... goodbye, Sorata." A magic circle appeared beneath her feet, and Rias vanished.

Looking at the spot where Rias disappeared, Jiang Jing stroked his chin: "This woman has changed quite a bit overnight; she actually wants to take the initiative to seduce me."

"But, is there any woman who can win me over?" Jiang Jing shook his head and smiled, then walked leisurely toward Sakura Manor, his lazy back view appearing quite relaxed.

P.S.: Today's three chapters totaling 10,000 words will count as four chapters, haha! ^-^

Yesterday I got 100 monthly votes and 40 blades (a type of online slang), so I didn't meet the requirement and still only had 22 chapters. I've added two more chapters today, so I still owe you 20 chapters, hehehe...

Okay, I'm going to find some pictures now. Refresh the page later for a surprise!

Chapter 116 Me: First in the Grade

"Wow, junior, you finally remembered to make bento boxes today."

When Misaki came running downstairs with her backpack, she was pleasantly surprised to see Jiang Jing busy at the kitchen counter with his back to her. There were three bento boxes being prepared on the counter.

Shiina Mashiro, who had unexpectedly packed up early today, was taking advantage of Jiang Jing's back being turned to sneak a bite, and made a shushing gesture to Misaki.

"Zhenbai, if you keep eating, your bento box will be gone." Jiang Jing said without turning his head while frying chicken cutlets.

Shiina Mashiro swallowed the meat in her mouth and calmly said, "Sorata, I didn't eat it."

"Yeah, junior, Zhenbai didn't eat it, I can vouch for that." Misaki stepped forward casually, patting her ample chest as she assured him.

"Senior, I think you'd be more convincing if you put down the golden egg and shredded pork roll you're holding," Jiang Jing said irritably, her back to the two of them.

"Ha...ha...what meat roll?" With a dry laugh, Misaki instantly stuffed the meat roll in her hand into her mouth.

Seeing this, Mashiro's eyes lit up slightly. She then picked up another piece of fried meat roll from the food box. It was made of strands of meat wrapped together, marinated, and deep-fried. It was shaped like an octopus.

"You two, that's enough." Jiang Jing turned around and rolled his eyes.

"Ha... The weather's nice today, isn't it, Mashiro?" Misaki Kamiigusa pretended not to know what Jiang Jing was talking about, and turned to look outside the yard, laughing awkwardly.

"Yes, the weather is nice today," Shiina Mashiro echoed earnestly.

"If anyone causes trouble again, everyone's food will be halved."

"No, junior!"

"No."

"Hi... Asya, you're off too." Just as she stepped out the door, she ran into Chtholly and her two friends who were also on their way to school, and Misaki greeted them happily.

Misaki's smile never disappeared, no matter what.

"Good morning, Misaki-senpai, Mashiro-senpai, and Kanda-senpai."

Jiang Jing pointed to another direction of Shuigao: "I remember your affiliated high school is over there, right? We're going the same way for a while, let's walk together."

However, the six of them traveled together for less than a mile before parting ways at a street bend.

Halfway there, Misaki Kamiigusa suddenly waved excitedly to a girl ahead and shouted, "Saori, wait for me..."

"Junior, I'm leaving now." Misaki Kamiigusa, who seemed to have something to do, said to Jiang Jing and the other two, and then hurriedly ran ahead.

"Sorata, why are there so many people today?" Shiina Mashiro and Jiang Jing walked side by side, looking at the students in Sui High School uniforms walking forward, and asked in surprise.

Jiang Jing shrugged: "Because we weren't late today."

Jiang Jing and his companion walked into the school at a leisurely pace, following the flow of people.

"Kanda-senpai, you're here so early today."

"It's rare to see you at school so early today, Sorata."

"It's a rare sight indeed."

Next to the shoe cabinet, as Jiang Jing and Mashiro were changing their shoes, Himejima Akeno, Kiba Yuto, and Toujou Koneko, who had already changed, looked at him in surprise, as if this was some rare sight.

"The way you're talking makes it sound like I don't study hard. Don't you know I'm first in my grade?" Jiang Jing said with a smile.

"Senior, yesterday..."

"Alright, everyone go to class. We can talk about it later."

Jiang Jing waved his hand, interrupting Kiba Yuto, and then handed the backpack containing two bento boxes and some drawing tools to Mashiro: "I don't need to take you to the classroom, do I?"

As for him, he never had the habit of carrying a backpack; his textbooks and homework were all stuffed under the table…

"No need, I'm already very capable, I can find the classroom," Shiina Mashiro said confidently.

"Yes, you're very good. Goodbye then." Jiang Jing waved to Mashiro, then waved to Himejima Akeno and the other two, before turning and walking upstairs.

"It seems that Kanda-senpai really enjoys this kind of peaceful life." Looking at Jiang Jing's back, Kiba Yuuto keenly sensed that Jiang Jing didn't want to mention the supernatural world in front of that girl named Shiina Mashiro.

"It seems the minister's opponent is quite strong," Akeno Himejima thought thoughtfully.

"Senior Yuto, Senior Akeno, I'm leaving too."

"Okay, see you in the activity room this afternoon."

"Good morning, Aoyama. Good morning, Akame too." Jiang Jing greeted Aoyama Nanami in front of him and Akame beside him as he sat down in the classroom.

"Huh... Kanda, you're not late today? This seems to be the second time you haven't been late since the start of the semester." Aoyama Nanami, who was ahead of Jiang Jing, was also quite surprised by Jiang Jing's early arrival, showing a similar expression of surprise as Kiba Yuto and the others.

Jiang Jing, too lazy to explain, shrugged: "I'm first in my grade."

"..." Aoyama Nanami suddenly didn't know what to say.

Just then, the teacher of the first class of the day walked in carrying books, and at the same time, the bell rang for class.

Jiang Jing rested his chin on one hand, lazily gazing out the window, while the other hand rested under the table, playing with the red lotus. Part of his mind was focused on refining his acupoints within his body, and another part was devoted to his soul.

When someone is multitasking, the outward manifestation of this is that Jiang Jing is uninterested in anything and appears listless and lethargic.

The morning passed just like that. At noon, Jiang Jing went to the art classroom. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he and Shiina Mashiro went to a quiet spot under the trees behind the teaching building to enjoy their lunch.

"Kongtai, you eat this, I'll eat this."

Shiina Mashiro very naturally put the vegetables into the Eijing food box, and then took half of the meat from the Eijing food box. She did it very naturally, and there was no embarrassment on her face, because she always did it this way.

Jiang Jing rolled her eyes: "So white. What do you think about me making a completely vegan dish tomorrow?"

“Oh no, it won’t grow if there’s no meat on it.” Shiina Mashiro put her hand on her head and compared their heights.

"Uh... I already said, your height is already pretty good for a girl. You're 1.7 meters tall with heels, perfect proportions." Jiang Jing was speechless at Shiina Mashiro's obsession.

“Besides, you’ve been growing recently, just in different places.” As he spoke, Jiang Jing’s gaze fell on Shiina Mashiro’s breasts, which had grown a little bigger.

“But I want to grow taller, because Sorata is still growing.” Shiina Mashiro frowned slightly.

"Uh... okay, good luck."

After finishing their meal and cleaning up, it was still early, so Jiang Jing lazily lay on the grass, not wanting to move. He closed his eyes and drifted off into thought. Shiina Mashiro sat beside him, hugging her knees, quietly watching him.

A gentle breeze blew under the shade of the trees, lifting Shiina Mashiro's long hair, and a slight glint flickered in her calm phoenix eyes.

After school in the afternoon, just as Jiang Jing and Shiina Mashiro were walking down the slope, a classmate rode past them on a bicycle with a pretty girl on the back. Shiina Mashiro's eyes lit up.

"Sorata, can you ride a bicycle?" Shiina Mashiro asked, pointing to the figure that was about to disappear ahead.

“Yes, it’s quite simple.” Jiang Jing nodded. At this moment, the two walked to the three-way intersection below. The other road led to another high school.

"Sorata, I want to try what it's like to sit on the back of a bicycle." Shiina Mashiro's eyes gleamed with eagerness.

“Uh…sitting on the back of a bicycle, like them?” Jiang Jing said, pointing to the end of the three-way intersection.

There, a composed-looking high school student was riding a bicycle, with a girl with a somewhat dazed look on her back riding up behind him. Then, he swerved in front of Jiang Jing and the others and rode away.

A man and a woman riding a bicycle together is usually a romantic thing, but because the bicycle is a bit long and is a tandem bicycle, the atmosphere is completely different.

Jiang Jing saw a look of utter despair on that girl's face.

……

In Kyoto, in a spacious wooden garden exuding a rustic charm, neatly dressed servants move about, occasionally accompanied by bodyguards in black suits.

Inside the courtyard, an elderly man with white hair and beard, whose expression was both serene and dignified, sat in the main seat, with people sitting on either side of his hands.

On the left is a group of middle-aged men and women dressed in exquisite kimonos or suits, exuding an air of distinction. Their faces either show a solemn and serious expression or they are smiling and talking quietly with acquaintances beside them.

To the right of the old man was a row of spirited young men and women, among whom, dressed in formal attire, Yuriko Uemura sat in the fifth seat and was being questioned by the old man above her.

Judging from the faint smile on the old man's face, he seemed to be in a very good mood.

However, the young people around them, who also wore calm smiles, did not show any joy in their eyes, especially the young man sitting in the first seat, whose eyes were clouded with gloom.

……

"Sorata, my feet hurt so much." By the river, Shiina Mashiro sat on the grass, her usually expressionless face now showing pain.

"Who told you to wander around on the riverbank? Didn't I tell you to sit here and draw?" Jiang Jing said irritably, holding Shiina Mashiro's ankle.

The appearance of the tandem bicycle dispelled Shiina Mashiro's sudden urge to ride a bicycle. Shiina Mashiro, who had already returned to the gate of Sakura-sou, said she wanted to come to the river to paint and find inspiration.

Today was Misaki's turn to be on duty, and I didn't care about the river view, so I accompanied her to the riverbank.

However, once they arrived at the riverbank, Jiang Jing lazily lay down on the grassy bank, his mind completely absorbed in the scenery. Shiina Mashiro sat beside him, but before he knew it, he had wandered down to the riverbank and twisted his ankle.

Jiang Jing took off Shiina Mashiro's shoes and held her small feet, which were clad in black stockings: "Okay, I'll massage them for you."

As he spoke, Jiang Jing held and squeezed Shiina Mashiro's ankle with a faint energy in his hand, while simultaneously probing into it with his mental energy to relax her blood vessels and, incidentally, shut down Shiina Mashiro's sense of pain in her foot.

"Sora is amazing."

After Jiang Jing rubbed her foot a few times and released it, Shiina Mashiro held up her foot, which felt completely restored and without any pain, and looked at Jiang Jing with admiration in her eyes.

As she raised her foot high, the view beneath her skirt was inadvertently revealed.

"Alright, put your feet down. Girls should be more refined." Jiang Jing pressed down the little feet in front of him, whose little toes were still wriggling inside their socks, his tone like that of an old father facing a naughty daughter, tinged with helplessness.

"Are you going back or continuing to paint? But you're not allowed to go down to the riverbank."

“Keep drawing. The next few drawings include some riverside scenes,” Shiina Mashiro suggested.

"Alright then." Jiang Jing nodded indifferently, then lay down next to Shiina Mashiro, closed his eyes, and went back to his work.