An Unorthodox Guide to Conquering Another World

"Yes, I'm here, Mom," Hikaria quickly retracted the light screen and replied.

"It's okay, you keep studying. Mom's going to cook now. I bought your favorite little yellow croaker tonight," the childish voice said gently.

“Okay!” Hikaria exclaimed.

The footsteps headed towards the kitchen.

Hikaria took out the book and opened it, but her mind was still on the mission.

She took a deep breath.

If only I could ignore these so-called tasks. All I really want is to live a peaceful life with my mother.

Chapter 29 A Wonderful Weekend

"Senior, why are you so far away from me? Please come a little closer."

"Yes, that's right, hehe, your body is so warm, it feels so comfortable to be close to you like this..."

"Actually, I've never dared to face my own feelings. I've received so much help from my senior, but I've never repaid him... Sigh? My senior said that I don't need to repay him? Well, how could I possibly accept that?"

"How about I repay my senior with my own contribution? Hehe, just kidding..."

"Huh? Okay? This, really? Senior, are you willing to accept a kid like me? Really?"

"That's...wonderful...senpai, I, I love you too..."

As the girl's face draws closer, the screen slowly goes black, then transitions to a warm scene of the girl and you leaning against each other under the winter sun.

Ya Feng put down the controller and let out a long sigh.

"Pure love is so wonderful..." he said, wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

The producer's credits started appearing on the screen. After six hours, I finally completed the perfect storyline for this game.

It feels so good to get a response as long as you work hard.

"Hmm... let me see, what's the next game?"

Ya Feng flipped through his game card pack, wanting to try out other titles from this company.

"How about this one, '180 Days of Survival on an Island with the Arrogant Dragon Girl'?"

He picked up the cartridge and put it into the machine's cartridge slot.

"Sigh... I'm playing so many games in one go, I just finished one and started playing another, I'm such a scumbag."

As he watched the title screen rotate on the crystal display, Ya Feng leaned back on the sofa and couldn't help but sigh.

Just then, the study door was pushed open with a whoosh, and Ilsa drew back the curtains, letting in blinding sunlight streaming through the window.

"Ya Feng! What are you doing with the curtains drawn in broad daylight!"

The young woman had just tidied up the house and was still wearing an apron, glaring at him with her hands on her hips.

“That’s called a sense of ritual. The hustle and bustle of the world would ruin my wonderful immersive gaming experience,” Ya Feng said.

"What's so fun about this kind of game where you just point at a picture and some text..." Ilsa said, looking at the screen.

“You’re still young, you don’t understand. You’ll understand when you’re my age,” Ya Feng said.

"Alright, stop playing around. Come with me to the academy today." Ilsa turned off his screen.

"Ouch! My save file!" Ya Feng exclaimed, covering his face in frustration.

"What's going on? Isn't today Saturday?!"

“Yes, but it’s also a club activity day, didn’t I tell you before?” Ilsa said.

"I completely forgot about that..."

It's been a week since Ilsa entered the academy, and besides attending classes, A-Feng has been preparing how to sneak into the Alchemy Department's warehouse to steal... oh no, borrow some life-giving potions.

The plan is now complete, and we're just waiting to take action tomorrow, Sunday.

That's why I thought I'd relax a bit today.

"I'm so tired, why don't you go by yourself, I'm going to catch up on my sleep." Ya Feng yawned and tried to lie down.

But Ilsa grabbed him.

"You said, okay!" she said, staring at Ya Feng and enunciating each word clearly.

"Sigh... I know, let's go change your clothes," Ya Feng could only say.

Every Saturday is Club Day at Hohenlé College, a day when club activities or recruitment events can be held on campus.

Because club activities also earn academic credits, which affect your final grade, and various club activities are also a way to build connections.

Ilsa wants to join the student council and enter the student power structure, but she needs to achieve a certain score in extracurricular activities if she wants to pass the student council interview in the next recruitment.

Therefore, Ilsa attaches great importance to it and hopes to join a club that suits her and can help her. That's why she asked Ya Feng to come along and help her make the selection.

In a secluded corner of the park, Ya Feng landed with a black umbrella and put Ilsa down.

This has become their daily commute.

However, as Ya Feng had mentioned before, it seemed a bit troublesome. If possible, he would save up some money and rent an apartment near the college, since teachers at Hoinlé can apply for housing subsidies.

Upon entering the campus and arriving at Crescent Lake Square, we found it already filled with booths set up by various student organizations.

Although Crescent Lake Square is not the largest square in the college, it is definitely the most popular. It features gardens built in the style of a palace and a lake shaped like a crescent moon. Flowerbeds are in full bloom, birds are singing sweetly, and stalls are set up along the roadside and lakeside, with senior students working hard to attract new students.

"It's so lively." Ya Feng adjusted his glasses, looking at this scene full of youthful energy.

He still often wears those frameless glasses, and with his handsome appearance, he is sometimes mistaken for a student when walking on campus.

The mother and son walked around Crescent Lake, and the little girl was looking at the recruitment posters of various clubs.

"The Literary Society...recruitment requirements include having published at least two short articles in the kingdom's official publications..."

"Gymnastics club, recruitment requirements: triple axel on the horizontal bar..."

"The rap club's recruitment requirements state that students' academic scores must not exceed 60 points..."

Ilsa looked around for a long time but couldn't find a club she could join.

"Hey, how about that over there? The cooking club, it seems perfect for you," Ya Feng said, pointing to the food stalls where people were busily preparing food.

"That way you can cook even more delicious food for me in the future," he said with a smile.

"...Can't you be serious for once...?" Ilsa said speechlessly.

There were so many stalls that the father and daughter got separated as they walked, and ended up browsing on their own.

As Ya Feng walked and looked around, a member of a club stopped him.

Hey there! Want to join our anime club? We're the most authentic anime club ever!

This person is treating themselves like a student, since they do look much younger.

"Oh? Then how do you prove that your anime club is authentic?" Ya Feng asked.

"Look!" The other person pointed at him, and Ya Feng saw a 200-pound boy wearing a beautiful anime costume and glasses sitting at the anime club booth, playing a rhythm game.

"Wow! Is it that authoritative?!" Ya Feng exclaimed in surprise, as if he were seeing a sect elder.

“But I’ll think about it some more,” he said.

He continued walking, when another person stopped him.

Hey there, want to join our debate club? We have some really hot topics to debate this week!

"Hmm? What's the debate topic?"

Is Mizuhara Chizuru a good girl?

"Hilarious, is there even a need to argue about this?"

"Sigh, in the past there was no need for debate, the opposing side almost always crushed the affirmative side, but now it's hard to say, sometimes the opposing side is so overwhelmed by the affirmative side's various arguments that they can't even say a word."

“That’s how it is now,” Ya Feng nodded.

Then he noticed something and went to the stall next door.

This booth belongs to the art department. At this moment, several students from Class 32 are sitting here idly, browsing the internet. In the main seat, Lucia, the red dragon, is resting her chin on one hand and casually drawing on her notebook with the other, sketching a mighty and domineering red dragon.

"Oh, it looks like your business isn't doing too well."

Lucia looked up and saw her homeroom teacher looking at her with a half-smile.

"you..."

She instinctively covered up what she had drawn, glaring at Ya Feng.

"What are you looking at!"

"Isn't what you're showing off just for others to see?" Ya Feng looked at the paintings displayed to the side, which were probably all done by Xiao Long himself.

Then his eyes lit up; one of the paintings was actually of his little silver dragon, Zeshita.

He picked it up, and Lucia puffed out her cheeks and looked at him, but didn't stop him.

This silver dragon is also very lifelike. Although some parts don't match up, such as the angle of the dragon's horns and the shape of the tail tip, the painting skills are indeed very good.

"It's a good drawing," Ya Feng nodded, quite satisfied.

Lucia looked at him, opened her mouth, and then immediately said without any modesty:

"Hmph, of course, because it's my creation."

"Do you really like Zeshita?" Ya Feng asked, noticing that there were quite a few other paintings by Zeshita.

“When you’re with the Mirgonde family, it’s best to address them as Lord Silvermoon Dragon King,” Lucia said, glaring at him.

Ya Feng was unaware of this rule; he usually just called his wife.

Chapter 30 World Studies Department

“When in the presence of the Mirgonde family, it’s best to address them as Lord Silvermoon Dragon King,” Lucia said, glaring at him before replying.

"Of course I like her. Lady Silvermoon is one of the totems of our family. I was taught from a young age that I am her child. To say I like her would be a bit sacrilegious. A more accurate feeling would be admiration and respect."

Lucia looked at Ya Feng and frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, I also quite like Lord Silver Moon Dragon King." Ya Feng smiled faintly.

"You're talking about something really weird. Is that what you call genuine liking someone?" Lucia frowned and glared at him.

"That's pretty good. This level is more than enough to get into the Mijaden Art Academy after graduation. You're very talented, keep it up!" Ya Feng said.

"If your dream is to become a painter, I think you will definitely achieve great success."

Ya Feng encouraged her, then said goodbye and left.

Watching his retreating figure, Lucia lowered her eyes slightly.

"Painters...they wouldn't be happy about that..."

...

Ilsa wandered around, but hadn't found the club she wanted yet.

She also hoped that the club she joined would be of a higher social standing, suitable for her, and offer her some room to grow.

"Hey! Little sister! Want to join our bodybuilding club? Join now and get free muscle-building potions!" A burly man with his shirt off, showing off his muscles, shouted to her from the roadside.

“Uh… thank you…” Ilsa politely declined.

I hadn't gone far when someone asked me a question.

"Excuse me, are you looking for a club or organization?"

Ilsa turned her head and saw a girl with an oval face, long brown hair, and pretty features.

“Yes, that’s right.” Ilsa nodded.

"My name is Mo Qiu, and I'm also the head of a club," the other person said with a smile.

"My name is Linda."

"Linda, you're so cute..." Mo Qiu looked her over, then lowered her voice and said:

"By the way, are you interested in... a girl band?" Mo Qiu asked with a mysterious expression, as if he were talking about something very secretive.