It wasn't until Fang Wuwei had died 1603 times that he finally managed to escape the training space.
Wuwei looked at the gradually disappearing figure before him, the figure that had tormented him countless times was now tattered and broken, and he himself was covered in wounds, but he showed no sadness or fear due to the pain; instead, he was...
"Ah hahaha! I finally won!" Wuwei roared to the sky. With the system's announcement, "Congratulations, Host, you have learned Mastery of Fighting Techniques. Now exiting system space," Wuwei felt the pure white space glow and vibrate, and a strong light blurred his eyes. The next moment, he reappeared on the road he had just been walking, still holding the umbrella, and the rain was still falling.
Wuwei gasped twice, secretly vowing never to learn any more Mastery of Fighting Techniques produced by the system. That was simply not for humans; it was too terrifying. They said the best way to learn a skill was to experience it firsthand. Damn!
As someone who had died over a thousand times, Wuwei now felt an unprecedented calmness. Looking at the familiar environment he was in now made him want to burst into tears.
In the training space, he had asked the system about the flow of time and learned that the training space was a completely independent world, unaffected by the river of time, and thus completely static. Wuwei was not surprised that there was no change in the outside world now.
Physical fatigue would be eliminated by the system, but the mental anguish of dying over a thousand times still had to be dealt with by himself. What Wuwei wanted most to do now was to hurry home, take a hot bath, and then go to bed at light speed.
In fact, that's exactly what he did.
That night, he slept so soundly that by the time he woke up the next day, it was almost 11 AM.
Late again... Wuwei sat up from his bed, silently looked at the alarm clock by his bed and the email from Yuta on his phone, then looked up at the ceiling.
...Damn.
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"So, Oriental Student, I hope you won't be late again in the future ~" Teacher Ninomiya Nanase said with a smile.
"Yes..." Wuwei had just been lectured by the principal, then by the grade director, and then by the homeroom teacher. Now he already had three self-criticism letters to write.
At the same time, Wuwei also missed the class committee elections, but it is worth mentioning that although he himself was not present, he was proposed as class monitor by Shana, who sat at the front desk, and received the support of half the class. He was ultimately rejected on the grounds of "how can a class monitor be continuously late at the beginning of the semester," thus escaping a calamity. The class monitors, as in the original work, were Yuta and Shinka Nibutani. Although this Nibutani had the persona of a well-educated goddess in class, as a transmigrator, Wuwei was all too aware of what was going on with her.
Wuwei returned to the classroom with three self-criticism letters, sighing. He never expected to have to write self-criticism letters even after transmigrating; he had written plenty when he was studying. As soon as he returned to the classroom, three people looked at him—Isshiki Makoto, Ikenouchi Yoichi, and... Shana, who sat in front of him... What was her name again?
It was almost noon when Wuwei arrived at school, which was lunchtime. Ikenouchi Yoichi was the first to stand up, expressing his gratitude to Wuwei for saving him last night, bowing and apologizing for causing trouble, and presenting him with a seemingly expensive dessert as a thank-you gift. Wuwei accepted it without hesitation. Are you kidding? In the mall, 1 point can be exchanged for 100,000 Japanese yen. I spent a full 100 points for you, which is millions of yen. Can't I accept a box of dessert?
Isshiki Makoto, with a mischievous look, walked over, pulled out a small notebook, and led Wuwei to the back row. "Oriental Student, we're holding a cutest girl in class contest. Do you want to participate?"
Wuwei immediately leaned back strategically, narrowing his eyes and staring at Isshiki Makoto's still relatively thick hair. Is this kid in such a hurry to go bald?
But as a former Chinese student, he naturally knew that in such a competition where all the boys in the class participated, if he didn't join, he would simply be out of place.
So, he resolutely voted for Takanashi Rikka. Isshiki Makoto smiled mischievously at this, "As expected, is it because both of you wear eye patches?"
Isshiki Makoto originally wanted to say more, but seeing Shana nearby, Isshiki Makoto just smiled, patted Wuwei's shoulder, left a remark, "You have good luck with women," and pushed Wuwei over.
"Oriental Student," Shana was very happy, and at the same time, she developed a bit more goodwill towards this somewhat mischievous man, Isshiki Makoto. "You're late again. Did something happen on the way?"
"Nothing, I overslept." Wuwei had just died a thousand times yesterday and was still a bit tired. He politely declined Shana's invitation to have lunch together, opened the dessert Ikenouchi gave him, and ate while reviewing his insights on fighting. Those 1,600-plus deaths couldn't be in vain.
It wasn't until after lunch break that Yuta and Rikka returned to the classroom. The first thing Yuta said when he saw Wuwei was, "What's wrong with you? Late again? You weren't here all morning? Don't you want to study anymore?"
One opening line, and you know they're old buddies. Wuwei just smiled and said nothing. Yuta sighed. This guy was still the same as before, keeping everything to himself. So he patted Wuwei's shoulder and invited him to his home for dinner tonight. Anyway, his home was having a guest today, so one more Wuwei wouldn't hurt. Wuwei naturally agreed to the free meal.
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On the way home, the group of four chatted and laughed, and soon arrived at Yuta's home as dusk fell. The fourth person was Huixiang, a second-year student, and one of the future five members of the Far Eastern Magic Napping Society of Summer, as well as Isshiki Makoto's dream goddess. Today's meeting was their first encounter and the beginning of their future small group.
Wuwei's ultimate goal was to gather and protect the protagonists of this world, just like in the original work, but without interfering too much with their lives. As for why he did this? Can a film or television work continue without its protagonists? Therefore, the vast majority of world origins in the myriad worlds are concentrated on their protagonists. Once the protagonists fail to successfully complete their path, or simply disappear entirely, the world's origin will suffer a huge shock and loss. Once the world's origin is damaged, then the Transmigrators and Reincarnators will definitely take advantage of the weakness and completely destroy this world.
"Wuwei, what are you doing?" Yuta led the two towards the third floor but found Wuwei falling behind, walking towards the second floor of Yuta's home.
Wuwei shook the umbrella in his hand. "You guys go up first. I'll put away the umbrella and chat with Kuzuha." He said, looking at Kuzuha, who had already opened the door with a surprised expression.