Chapter 352: After Many Years, Returning to School

Who is this guy making his debut? Bai Lang says he doesn't know—but the decor looks kind of familiar, and the flying ship that took off also seems like something he's seen before. As for Dong Mu, he truly has no idea who he is—but since he knows Yu Yu's transmigration and can still spout such mystical nonsense, they'll probably meet again later, and he can ask then.

Bai Lang didn't feel how strong this man was—at least physically he's definitely not stronger than Bai Lang, who thinks he could easily take on a hundred like him. But the spray gun slung on the man gave Bai Lang a creepy feeling; getting shot by it would probably kill him.

Bai Lang carefully surveyed his surroundings, meanwhile learning about the background Yu Yu had arranged for him. 'An apartment, but the interior decor is obviously Japanese.' He flipped through and indeed found an admission notice and his own passport. Sure enough, it was a passport from the Eastern Ancient State, with the face of the person he saw in the mirror pasted on it—but why does the photo have a fierce aura? He's clearly just an ordinary boy...

The face in the photo looked like a mugshot; Bai Lang's hair in the photo was very short, similar to a buzz cut, typical of prison or military styles—but now his hair has grown considerably, a regular side-part.

Bai Lang measured his height; according to the age on his passport, being one cun taller would make him ten. Bai Lang thought about it, but it didn't matter.

He was wearing only a pair of underwear, so his reflection showed a muscular, sturdy build and a very youthful physique. Bai Lang clenched his fists, watching the muscles bulge on his arms. 'This martial arts training... might still be somewhat useful; my physical strength has decreased a lot, but ordinary handgun bullets probably wouldn't work, right?'

Bai Lang couldn't guarantee it, but when he focused his qi he found that tattoos could still surface on his skin—unexpectedly, they had become hidden? He picked up the notice: 'Baihe Higher Academy? Private? Also—foreigners attending public schools really seems unlikely.' He wasn't too familiar with it, but he decided to go check it out.

He also pulled out the computer and some files; it seemed he came here due to some bizarre reason like inheriting an estate, so he paid to enroll as a student in this private academy and might stay a while. Back home he had no family: 'Huh? What's this? The starting point's family‑worshipping ritual?'

Besides, he had a house, apparently even a set of rooms back home, and his bank balance wasn't small either. 'Wow, they actually set him up as a rich young master—Yu Yu really came through this time.' Bai Lang pinched his mouth, wondering, 'Let's see if I can speak Japanese...' Language ability is important, but although Bai Lang is blunt, he seems to have a decent aptitude for learning languages.

Moreover, he seemed to have some foundation already; while browsing teaching videos on the computer, he also realized that after practicing those martial arts, he truly was getting closer to the aura of that treacherous military advisor—proven by his passport photo, if this continues he'll probably really end up in prison.

Bai Lang slept, and the next day he used phone navigation to find the academy—'No wonder they rented this place; it's just two stops by train, then a ten‑minute walk.' After looking, he put his phone away—because school rules forbid students from bringing phones on campus—although it's an old‑fashioned rule, he'd have to follow it if unchanged.

Bai Lang remembered the way, grabbed his things and backpack, and headed to school—it had been years since he last attended, and he felt a little glad. 'Sixteen years old, in the prime of youth! Even at a Japanese school, sixteen—I've already imagined countless AVIs! From time‑stopping to returning to school, from the infirmary teacher to the English teacher... Speaking of which, when teachers like Dongni Damu were students, their faces were much older than mine. By the way, there's also the eight‑footer who went out to sea.'

Bai Lang's mood was light and pleasant, his steps naturally lively; he entered the station and boarded the train—these days Japanese people aren't considered short, a height of 1.8 m isn't particularly striking, but his build in Japan absolutely belongs to the 'Anglo‑Japanese freak' tier—so he didn't wear the school uniform.

That's because he hadn't bought one, and besides, the private academy's uniform isn't cheap and likely needs tailoring. He wore a jacket with jeans, simple high‑top sneakers, and a baseball cap—his style also fit the 'Anglo‑Japanese freak' vibe, which is totally different from the shrinking, conformist manner of ordinary Japanese people.

After all, isn't it said that the demeanor of people from the Eastern Ancient State is actually quite similar to that of Americans?

As soon as he got on the train, the usually packed car suddenly had some space—at least Bai Lang felt no crowd standing. He naturally noticed those Japanese middle‑aged young male and female office workers squeezing in a bit to make room for him, even female and male students doing the same; this was surely to show Japanese friendliness toward foreigners, no doubt about it.

Bai Lang naturally understood what was going on—who wouldn't respect a handsome guy with sword‑brows and starry eyes? So his only regret was missing the train. AVI; when the station arrived he got off, and of course a bunch of students also alighted, whose uniforms likely belonged to Baihe Academy.

Needless to say, this uniform is far nicer than the domestic school uniforms Bai Lang knows, though of course it couldn't resemble the outfits in those AVIs; it's still a fairly standard skirt‑to‑the‑knee girls' uniform, just a bit better fitting. The boys' uniform is naturally a suit style, fairly conventional but with a lively touch—once they enter society such clothes disappear, replaced by uniformly solemn‑colored suits.

Bai Lang's blue‑white jacket stood out quite a bit, and he noticed his height was indeed conspicuous among the crowd—female students seemed never to have reached 1.6 m, while the tallest male student so far appeared to be around 1.72–1.73 m. He also found it interesting that the male students' heights were fairly uniform, almost all around 1.7 m—'yet looking at their gait and arm‑length ratio, many are actually wearing height‑increasing insoles... heh heh heh, even this can be made to look neat and uniform? Looks like Japan is hopeless.'

It seems the school's default height for everyone is around 1.7 m for males, females don't matter...... but if a man is too short or too tall he probably won't fit in—especially short guys, who are more likely to be bullied—whereas tall students would probably fare much better.