[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo":3,"chapter-chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-70":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Chat Group: My Northern Dipper Fist Will Never Lose!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2349635,4593,"Chapter 70: A Person Rarer Than Liang Gong Chunri","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-70",70,"\u003Cp>Xianli Beigao, Year 1, Class 5.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young teacher named Gang Bu, wearing a practiced, bright smile, rambled on at the podium about his glorious past until the students below all began to look drowsy—then he suddenly stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next, everyone, please introduce yourselves!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As usual, students rose one by one in order of seat number; their introductions were utterly unremarkable, plain, dull, and boring—like something you’d skip with a click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A certain awkward-looking average male delivered his self-introduction like a speech, reciting quickly the lines he’d rehearsed in his mind, then sat down with a sigh of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right after him, the kid behind stood up—a being as dazzling, radiant, and luminous as early spring sunlight, just like his name suggested—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I graduated from Dongguo Middle School. My name is Liang Gong Chunri. I have no interest in ordinary humans. If any of you are aliens, time travelers, people from another world, or psychics—come find me! That’s all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bold, startling, electrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she spoke, the gray, hazy world was washed clean, as if the black-and-white filter of an old film had been stripped away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, the world suddenly gained color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Excluding her earlier words, she was a girl beautiful enough to be called a beauty—slender and light, her long straight black hair tied with a pale yellow hairband, her well-proportioned face now proudly accepting the gaze of the entire class. Her large, dark, resolute eyes, surrounded by shockingly long lashes, stared back with unwavering intensity, her lips pressed tightly in a pale peach hue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She scanned the classroom with a challenging gaze, like a lion patrolling its territory. Everyone struck by her overwhelming stare fell silent—utterly still, not a sound to be heard…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew what expression to wear. Should they laugh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahahahahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as they were pondering this, someone laughed for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A loud, exuberant, gleeful laugh echoed from outside the classroom door—before anyone saw the person, they heard the voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sharp *pop*, the tardy newcomer yanked the poor sliding door clean off its track, holding half the door panel as he strode in boldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All eyes on me! I have an announcement!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the girl named Liang Gong Chunri had a lion hiding in her eyes, then this newcomer’s gaze held something like a nuclear bomb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strikingly handsome, his entire frame carved with hard, angular lines as if stepped straight out of an old fighting manga—his spiky hair, he leaned the door panel against the blackboard, raised one index finger, and launched into a loud, unapologetic monologue with eager urgency:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am from Chongming Island, Shanghai, the legitimate heir of the two-thousand-year-old Dongguo ancient fist technique, an elite student of the Global Sports Center, graduated from Tian Shen Elementary, advanced to Ye Jian Shan North Middle School, Class 3-3, trained at Quan Jing Xiang on Quan Jing Mountain, now enrolled in Year 1, Class 5 of Beigao, with the future goal of entering Dongda’s mecha operation department! My nickname is Devil Muscle Man!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s me…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s me…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His abrupt, explosive introduction, which shattered the previous solemn atmosphere, echoed through the classroom for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the black-haired girl who had not yet sat down fixed her furious gaze like twin daggers onto the face of this spiky-haired intruder who had stolen her spotlight—she looked ready to chop him into pieces like a fish on a cutting board.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether by content of their self-introductions, their entrance presence, or their sheer aura, these two figures—speaking one after the other—were perfectly matched, like needle against point. It was impossible for any observer to declare a winner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good! Very spirited!” Teacher Gang Bu, after all, was still a teacher—he was the first to snap back from the heavens to the grim, explosive reality before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced down at his class roster, his voice half-hesitant, half-confused: “Let’s welcome this… Jia Ji… student? He’s a… transfer… student…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Gang Bu stressed the last three words—“transfer student”—utterly baffled why someone would transfer in on the very first day of school. This wasn’t a transfer student!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the roster clearly marked it—could it really be true? Could he actually come from that absurd, nonsensical-sounding place?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Shouldn’t someone from Quan Jing Xiang be called Zao Yi Nü Luan Ma?” The boy sitting in front of the dominant girl, half-slumped over his desk—apparently named Xu ■■—finally couldn’t hold back his burning urge to roast and shouted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, yeah! Do you think we haven’t seen Ranma 1\u002F2?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can do the Tiger High-Flying Car and the Lion Roar Bomb!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cat-Piss Spring—activate—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His remark ignited a storm in the class. Many boys, unable to suppress their roasting instincts, began revealing their true selves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher, don’t judge me by my appearance—I’m the type who looks slim in clothes but muscular without them!” Jia Ji, still on the podium, struck a bodybuilder pose. His fitted uniform, strained by his flexing muscles, bulged tightly, the contours so sharply defined that the boys couldn’t look away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Jia Ji strained further, the fabric of his uniform began to tear with a loud crack—like it would shatter into fragments any second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough, enough—go sit down!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To prevent this indecent spectacle—from becoming a campus legend on day one—Young Gang Bu struggled desperately to hurry Jia Ji to his seat, then winced as he watched the girl who claimed to have no interest in ordinary humans lock her hawk-like gaze onto Jia Ji as he calmly walked to the last row.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Jia Ji returned her glare without flinching, as if in a contest to see who could hold their gaze longer without blinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Ji, who wouldn’t blink even if he were killing someone, could stare all day without tiring—he couldn’t possibly lose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lose…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, he couldn’t help but blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, the girl smiled triumphantly, and after standing so long, finally sat down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a pair of stubborn students I’ve got.” Sighing deeply, Gang Bu motioned for the next student to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having witnessed a legendary, history-making showdown, Jia Ji was thoroughly satisfied. He said nothing more, in high spirits, taking the seat that always mysteriously remained empty in school stories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The endless hell brought by the rare oddity Liang Gong Chunri, and the brilliant performance delivered by the genius Jia Ji-sama—had now begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unpredictable stage of fate had opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dedicated to the legendary fanfic “Imaginary Fist.” Today, I keep pushing and beating up Teacher Du Tingbei, hoping he’ll spit out a new chapter, a new gag, so I can sneak in ()\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unprecedented Liang Gong Chunri Showdown—officially serialized!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1097,"2026-06-21T02:38:13.240Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","dc770c6557786f8a38aa32cb7c6aab43a78b530637b2f75996119e99dc43476d","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-71","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-69",355,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fchat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-cover.jpg"]