Chapter 74: I Am Jia Ji. What Do You Want?

What are “ordinary” and “taken for granted”?

Probably, the girl named Liang Gong Chunri hates and resists these two words the most.

After trying every club in school, the disappointed girl’s fiery thoughts nearly cooled to ice amid the confusion of reality—not a single one suited her.

“Boring,” “ordinary,” “unremarkable,” “waste of time,” “commonplace,” “dull”…

When one realizes they live in a world without psychic powers or magic, where they cannot become part of any epic fantasy tale, will they accept it?

Will they willingly spend the next fifty years selling their time and energy for money, a pitiful future that could turn even an omnipotent teenager into a mediocre adult?

Even if they refuse, even if they’re unwilling—what then?

This is the power of “ordinary” and “taken for granted”—it can turn geniuses into common people.

Yet,

Someone always walks a different path.

Someone always clings to their own uniqueness.

“Everything boring—die! Fail!”

With this mindset, the girl—whose drive exceeds that of ordinary people by threefold—immediately decided to form her own club.

The warm May sunlight made one drowsy, but the girl’s passion burned like the scorching heat at the heart of a tropical rainforest, ready to sear anyone who came near.

In this school, in this unchanging world, she launched a cataclysmic campaign, as if no obstacle ahead could stop her now.

Many in this school watched her actions from behind, yet none moved.

They merely waited… waited…

“Yawn”

Jia Ji stretched and rose from his seat, walking out of the classroom. These two days of waiting felt unbearably long, making him unable to stop yawning.

He yawned during class, yawned after class, yawned halfway through meals, yawned while walking, yawned during breaks—even yesterday, while daydreaming on the slippery cafeteria floor, he somehow rolled around and fell hard, knocking over a row of desks—and still yawned.

When will it ever stop?

It felt as if the word “waiting” was driving him mad.

Finally,

The person he waited for appeared.

A girl with long black hair tied in a tail, adorned with a pale yellow hairband, stepped in front of him, blocking his path to the school gate.

The astonishing aura and presence radiating from her was like a thousand-foot cliff—students along the corridor froze, unable to take another step, as if a bolt of lightning from the sky had shattered their path.

…Yawn… stopped.

The girl’s first impression of him was—tall.

In an era where the average male height might not even reach 1.7 meters, this boy with spiky hair and the words “I Am a Cat” on his uniform was surely over 1.8 meters—perhaps even 1.9 with his sharp hairstyle.

His gaze was fierce, his skin pale, his frame massive, his muscles bulging like a barbarian’s. If judged solely by appearance and rumors, he could easily be classified among the Norse sea pirates of the medieval age—but that was only “if.”

The girl, who had investigated every odd incident in this ordinary school, had studied this person closely. She knew his true nature, understood the rumors were false, and recognized his uniqueness… his strangeness… and his “interest.”

Someone like Jia Ji—a new breed, non-mainstream martial artist, morally upright, disciplined, capable in battle, a superhuman high schooler whose combat strength surpassed 99.9% of his peers—was utterly disconnected from “ordinary” and “taken for granted,” brimming with mystery from head to toe.

Even she, so confident and fiercely competitive, had to admit she’d met her match.

So, would Liang Gong Chunri let such a person slip away?

The answer was no.

Like a trainer spotting another trainer by the roadside—the moment eyes met, it was time to fight!

For the second time since the start of school, Liang Gong Chunri and Jia Ji’s gazes collided directly, sparking countless illusory flashes.

The noisy corridor fell silent all at once. Everyone held their breath, as if rehearsed, staring fixedly at the two great legends of North High.

Their sleeves stirred without wind, their overwhelming presence swirling like a vortex above North High, violently clashing. The “atmosphere,” the “air”—the very things Japanese high schoolers cared about most—seemed to have no meaning for these two.

Or rather, their very existence defined “atmosphere,” altering the “air” with every gesture.

“What do you want?”

He asked.

“Join my club.”

This was not a request—it was an announcement.

Everyone’s heartbeat seemed to skip. They tensely watched the other’s expressionless face.

“Hey, say my name!”

With those words, a storm of sensation erupted.

Pain like a rabid dog’s bite, alertness like a red fox’s ambush, lethality like a crocodile’s roll… and suffocation like a python’s coil! Countless illusions and sensations assaulted the onlookers, driving them nearly to flee.

“Your name is—Jia Ji!”

Precisely.

The girl spoke without hesitation, unaffected, then turned and walked away briskly, not a single hesitation or delay.

Behind her, Jia Ji smiled, then followed.

Sometimes, no further words are needed—just one phrase, one word, even a single glance exchanged, is enough to understand each other.

This is the realm of eccentrics, beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Their destination was the Cultural Club’s activity room. If nothing went awry, two people would be there—A Xu and… Chang Men Youxi.

Then, naturally and methodically, he would join with Chao Bi Nan Shijiu Liu and later the transfer student Gu Quan Yishu, becoming part of “Liang Gong Chunri’s Club to Make the World More Exciting.”

And become the phantom sixth member of the “SOS Club”…?

Wrong!

He had decided to join, but he was not satisfied with the club’s name.

First—the club name!

If people ever found out that the mighty heir of the Northern Dipper Fist had joined a club called “Chunri Club” in high school, how could he ever keep his dignity in the group chat?

This wasn’t just any club name—it demanded a crushing blow!

“Master Dragon Fist, brothers and predecessors of the Northern Dipper—I’m about to do something greedy.”

【Great Dream God: I need a club name so powerful it will crush Liang Gong Chunri’s SOS Club at creation @All Members】

【Great Dream God: Waiting online, urgent!】

Let the wheels turn!

Inevitable fate.

Update under review; currently seeking editor to lift restriction (-----___-----)

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(End of Chapter)