Who are you calling a stable boy?!

Zheng Jing tilted his head, glanced at the blade of Kyoka Suigetsu, and leaned forward, seemingly unconcerned about the blade in Aizen's hand that could touch his throat at any moment.

"Wow... Old Blue, your Zanpakuto's Shikai has such a cool mechanism! I'm afraid I can't compete with you for the title of the number one maneuvering monster in Seireitei in the future..."

Listening to Zheng Jing's serious yet strange remarks, Aizen gently withdrew Kyoka Suigetsu.

Looking at Zheng Jing, who was still peeking and observing the illusory world, he suddenly revealed a helpless smile.

"How could that be? Old Zheng, you always have some strange expectations of me. It feels like you have more confidence in me than I do in myself."

"Does it...?"

Zheng Jing scratched his cheek.

"However, Lao Lan, although I think it's unlikely, if that day ever comes, I'd actually be quite happy to do it."

"Willing? What do you mean?"

"If one day you really lose confidence in yourself, why not try trusting me, Lao Zheng?"

Zheng Jing gave himself a thumbs-up.

"Come and believe in me, the one who believes in you!"

"...To say such things so confidently to someone I've only known for a few days, Old Zheng, you might have the talent to be a playboy."

"Bah!"

Zheng Jingyi glared.

"You old Lan! I, Lao Zheng, have been sincere towards you, how could you slander my innocence like this!"

"Having such talent isn't a bad thing, is it? Old Zheng, think long-term. With the talent you've shown, countless girls in the college will be smitten with you in the coming years, and there might even be some from prestigious families among them..."

"Hey! You old Lan, you're getting cocky, aren't you!"

Seeing Zheng Jing rush over, Aizen subconsciously threw the Mirror Flower Water Moon in his hand onto the bed behind him.

With one hand rubbing Aizen's hair and the other arm around Aizen's neck, Zheng Jing shook him back and forth while shouting some melodious Mandarin phrases like "Come eat♂cannon", "Ah♂risa", and "Stand still♂obediently" in this classic men's dormitory wrestling singles match, showing the proud style of a generation of old-timers!

Finally, the brief scuffle ended with Aizen begging for mercy and Zheng Jing letting go.

Next, it was Zheng Jing's turn to explain his Shikai to Aizen.

Due to limited space, he couldn't directly demonstrate the general performance of the Ruyi Jingu Bang to Aizen.

But just listening to Zheng Jing speak seemed to satisfy Aizen quite a bit, and he looked like he was listening with great interest until the lights went out.

"..."

Zheng Jing opened one eye and looked at Aizen, who was sitting cross-legged on the opposite bed, cultivating with his eyes closed.

This method of rolling up their hair after lights out has now become a habit of theirs.

Seeing that Aizen was immersed in meditation, Zheng Jing opened both eyes, rested his chin on one hand, and scratched his hair with the other.

Zheng Jing never expected that he could actually see through Aizen's illusion.

But thinking about it carefully, the person in front of me isn't Aizen who secretly mastered hair gel hands hundreds of years later, but rather Aizen Lily, a freshman at the Shinigami Academy.

The illusory beauty he could display during this period was definitely of an extraordinary level, but whether it could reach the level of a legend is indeed questionable.

If one hasn't reached legendary level, it's no wonder they couldn't fool his golden eyes.

However, even if he failed to see through it on his own, Zheng Jing was not too worried about the subsequent impact.

After all, it's just a projection.

The courtyard guarantees that even legendary-level negative effects cannot interfere with the player's physical body through projection.

Only those who can reach the level of Legendary or higher...

Of course, there might be another possibility.

Looking at Aizen, Zheng Jing grinned.

Old Blue, friendship, isn't it amazing?

"what happened?"

Aizen opened his eyes and met Zheng Jing's gaze.

"Could it be that I've encountered a problem in my cultivation?"

"Nothing, hehe, I just think you have the potential to be a playboy, Lao Lan."

"...In which area?"

"Face."

-

After that, Zheng Jing's reputation within the academy so great that wherever he went, students would whisper and stare at him.

Incidentally, Aizen also gained some exposure through him. In just a few days, Zheng Jing learned that two female classmates had given Aizen love letters. One was a freshman like them, and the other was a senior who was two years ahead of them.

What? Zheng Jing?

It's unclear whether it's because pranks are ingrained in his DNA, causing his charm to be utterly ineffective, but Zheng Jing certainly didn't receive a tender letter and a blushing face on a certain afternoon like Aizen did.

Hey!

But Zheng Jing didn't really come away empty-handed!

Four days after completing his initial liberation, Zheng Jing received a mysterious invitation that would make many students in the academy envious and jealous—

"Oh? Captain-Commander Grandpa, Unohana-neechan."

He cautiously entered the dojo and, seeing two figures sitting in the center, Zheng Jing tiptoed over. After stopping, he clasped his hands together in front of him in a gesture of respect.

"This student greets you both."

Looking at Zheng Jing, Unohana Retsu, who seemed like a Bodhisattva, nodded with a smile.

"Um......."

On the throne, the old man with white hair and beard slowly opened his eyes.

"You are Zheng Jing?"

Chapter 74: The Mischievous Zheng Jing Takes Advantage of My Old Age and Weakness (

"It is indeed a student!"

Zheng Jing responded.

Seated at the head of the table is none other than the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13, the founder of both the Gotei 13 and the Shinigami Academy, and a legendary Shinigami of Soul Society—

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni!

A few days ago, the director of the teaching department of the True Central Spiritual Arts Academy told Zheng Jing to be prepared, that is, to be ready, because this old man would come to see him in person.

Zheng Jing had no idea that upon meeting him, not only the old man but also Unohana Retsu was there waiting for him.

Do you know why you have been summoned here today?

"this......"

Zheng Jing rolled his eyes.

"I am a dull student, but I dare to ask for your guidance."

“Dull-witted? If you are dull-witted, then in the thousand years since the establishment of the True Central Spiritual Arts Academy, I'm afraid we haven’t found a single intelligent person.”

With that, Yamamoto stood up.

Where is your Zanpakuto?

"At this!"

Zheng Jing turned his head to the side, so that the two people in front of him could clearly see the Ruyi Jingu Bang, which was tucked behind his ear like an oak pencil.

"it is good."

Yamamoto nodded and extended his right hand toward Unohana Retsu.

Unohana Retsu immediately picked up a wooden sword that was prepared beside her, held it with both hands, and presented it to Yamamoto.

After Yamamoto took the wooden sword, Unohana Retsu stood up, retreated to the edge of the dojo, and sat down again.

"Show it off."

Zheng Jing glanced at Unohana Retsu, then at the captain holding the wooden sword.

Zheng Jing removed the Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff) from behind his ear, tossed it upwards, and gave a clear shout.

"Change!"

When the stick fell back into Zheng Jing's hands, it was already twelve feet long and as thick as a bowl.

"It can be made big or small, which is convenient."

With his hands hanging down and his eyes half-closed, Yamamoto said to Zheng Jing, "Attack."

"...I say, Captain-General, are you really going to use that wooden sword to fight me?"

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto's long eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Boy, are you worried about this old man?"

Zheng Jing scratched his head in frustration.

"This... it's not that I'm being nosy, but if you really get hurt, I have no one to reason with."

"......Oh."

Yamamoto stared at Zheng Jing for a moment, then suddenly chuckled softly.

—Immediately afterwards, Zheng Jing’s breath caught in his throat!

Before me lay mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

All I could hear were ghostly wails and howls.

The air around me seemed to take on a physical form in that instant, becoming thick and heavy, pressing down on my shoulders and pulling at my hands and feet.

—It's murderous intent!

The murderous aura emanating from the captain allowed Zheng Jing to glimpse, in an instant, the chilling inferno that the old man had carved out of with a long sword.

The next second, Zheng Jing's breathing returned to its normal frequency.

"Huh?"

Now, Yamamoto widened his eyes slightly, looked at Zheng Jing, and showed a hint of admiration.

"Boy, stop having useless thoughts. This is a test. Attack me with all your might. If you can make me move my feet even one step, you will pass."

"...Me, a mere student, asking you, sir, to take a single step? This is a difficult task! Very difficult! Can I, Old Zheng, refuse to do it?"

"Ok?"

Yamamoto's eyebrows twitched.

From the moment Zheng Jing entered, he felt that he saw a familiar figure in this young man.

Zheng Jing's words at this moment reminded the captain of some past events.

"You brat, stop talking nonsense!"

"Well......"

Zheng Jing pursed his lips, his eyebrows drooped, and he looked completely unmotivated.

"Zheng Jing, stop fooling around."

Just then, Retsu Unohana spoke up.

"If you pass the test, I will grant you one wish in my personal capacity, okay?"

"Oh? Hehehe! Then I, Old Zheng, will thank you in advance, Sister Unohana!"

As he spoke, Zheng Jing suddenly perked up, held the Ruyi Jingu Bang upside down in his hand, glanced at the captain, and smiled.

"Grandpa, I've finally arrived!"

"Hmph, even though—"