[{"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-81":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},2349646,4593,"Chapter 81: North High","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-81",81,"\u003Cp>Crunch-crack! Crunch-crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the ceiling above, a continuous series of cracking sounds rang out; the sealed space shattered inch by inch, fragment by fragment, and the entire world was suddenly torn apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An unstable tremor hung in the air; all matter seemed stretched into invisible shards, making it nearly impossible to distinguish reality from illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fissure quietly opened before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A girl slowly emerged from the fissure, her short pale purple hair falling softly over her shoulders, her deep golden eyes faintly flickering with emotion; her usually calm face now bore a frosty chill as she gazed at her backup model with her signature rational, icy stare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Individual name: Asakura Ryoko.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Designated as hostile. Terminate organic information link.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Ji frowned; seeing her arrive, he stepped half a pace diagonally backward, pulling Ashi behind him and subtly shielding Youxi in front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even within the Information Integration Consciousness, there was no unity—there were conservative observation factions, and naturally, radical elements; even the radicals would consider Asakura Ryoko’s actions excessive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one had to define her, she was clearly malfunctioning—having developed thoughts she shouldn’t have, awakening unnecessary emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But these emotions were precisely what the Information Integration Consciousness did not need; they would drive the world toward a worse direction, deviating from their primary path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this also indirectly proved that the Information Integration Consciousness was not omnipotent—there were still many things it could not accomplish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Changmen Youxi had received from Jia Ji the intelligence that Asakura Ryoko, merely a lowly assistant, might act independently, she had originally planned to immediately report it to the Information Integration Consciousness—but Jia Ji stopped her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Information? Once I show up, things will inevitably change anyway. Even if I sneak a report to your superior now and get the monitor dismissed, how can you be sure what I’m saying is true?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if the radicals leak this news to the monitor? If she hasn’t abandoned her plan yet, won’t she become even harder to deal with?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After passing a rhetoric check, Jia Ji deployed his exceptional eloquence and successfully convinced Changmen Youxi to reach a secret agreement: let him test the Queen’s blade first, and only let her intervene if things became hopeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehehehe! Monitor, surrender! You’re surrounded!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hiding behind the girl, Jia Ji shook the blood off his hands; unable to shake it off, he wiped it on Ashi’s clothes, then poked out his head and one arm to loudly intimidate Asakura Ryoko across the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring Jia Ji’s antics, Youxi kept her gaze locked on the target before her, whispering in a rapid, chant-like rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“SELECT consecutive code, FROM database, WHERE code data, ORDERBY combat intelligence, HAVING termination mode.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The actual meaning was roughly this: reverse the word order and accelerate the speed tenfold—that’s what Youxi had just done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it might sound like it could be sped up another hundred or thousand times, then turned into audio Sucai  and uploaded to Niconico for fans to edit into grotesque mad music videos, entering the subculture sphere—undeniably—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combat between humanoid terminals is combat of code!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as the backup, Asakura Ryoko had already been crushed twice by Jia Ji’s Northern Dipper Fist, draining vast amounts of energy; her own information manipulation ability was inferior to the original’s. Almost the instant Changmen Youxi appeared, the outcome was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh dear, it seems we can’t continue.” Asakura Ryoko, in despair, gave up resistance. “Then, what do you plan to do with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What to do? After what you’ve done, you really think we’ll spare you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Information link terminated. Complete.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Changmen Youxi remained unmoved; long before Jia Ji messaged her, she had already implanted the corruption factor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, what a pity…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Ji watched Asakura Ryoko meet her end—her body, from chest to toes, covered in glowing crystals, slowly shattering into tiny piles of sand, each grain of crystalline sand further disintegrating until, in moments, she vanished entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When all fell still, as if a videotape rewound, Changmen Youxi restored every object in the room to its original state; the space returned to normal, as if nothing had ever happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly struck by inspiration, Jia Ji composed a haiku to commemorate his brief, soul-baring bond with his cheap monitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A tiny assassin,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overreached and crushed,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three strikes, one fall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having finished reciting with rhythmic cadence, students in the corridor had gathered; a figure peered through the door, apparently drawn by the commotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can do this too?”—one must admit Ashi’s psychological resilience was extraordinary; even under these circumstances, his first thought was still to snark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sayonara, Asakura Ryoko-san!” Jia Ji bowed his head in silent mourning for three seconds, then grinned triumphantly and turned to Ashi: “You have no idea what else I can do, Oyakata wa ten-sai da!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Actual poet!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure at the door was Taniguchi; he had apparently heard Jia Ji’s poem and praised it upon entering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The setting sun, now re-illuminating the classroom, dyed Jia Ji and Ashi in orange-red hues, their bloodstains perfectly concealed by the matching light—unnoticeable unless one looked closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashi, as if instantly loading a template skill, regained his composure and picked up Taniguchi’s thread, lavishly praising Jia Ji’s haiku mastery: “He’s the number one haiku poet of North High! Matsuo Bashō reborn, Kobayashi Issa reincarnated!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, Ashi, calm down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taniguchi, as a normal high school student, couldn’t bear such exaggerated flattery; he shuddered and quickly turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Ashi—who had sacrificed his dignity to hide the truth and protect his classmates’ peaceful daily life—finally exhaled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go. The matter’s nearly settled. Let’s hurry back for dinner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“True. My sister will worry if I come home this late.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Actually, you don’t even need saving. When she doesn’t see you tomorrow, she’ll just revive you instantly and appear in the club room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That won’t happen… will it? Does Haruhi’s love for people really work as a universal elixir to resurrect the dead and grant eternal life?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not just that—tomorrow, Youxi might receive a message from the Information Integration Consciousness: ‘North High Ethics Lesson: Haruhi Suzumiya Strikes Down the Andromeda Galaxy with a Pebble.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I say Youxi can control the weather too!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? You’re actually right—Youxi really can do that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they chatted lightly, Jia Ji slung an arm over Ashi’s shoulders and strode out, preventing him from turning back to see anything he shouldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Changmen Youxi, wearing her usual glasses, walked to the spot where Asakura Ryoko had vanished, picked up a tiny, wriggling thing from the crystalline debris, and quietly slipped it into the bag she had specially carried on her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, this was the final disposition Jia Ji and Changmen Youxi had decided upon for Asakura Ryoko—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Petite Asakura Ryoko, acquired!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third chapter delayed by Writer’s Assistant for an hour, eavesdropped\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1136,"2026-06-21T02:38:13.240Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e75267122f38819332c221d5e35599e9580f90454b57b07df8cea2ef0fefc25c","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-82","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-80",355,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fchat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-cover.jpg"]