My second life is a bit strange?

"Is that Kaguya?" Feng suddenly noticed that Kaguya Shinomiya was wrapped up tightly and had a blonde woman by her side. The woman looked familiar.

What is Kaguya doing here at this hour?

A group of tall, burly men came out, surrounded the two women, and led them into a nearby alley.

Worried about the other person's safety, Feng followed. The alley was too dark, and Feng couldn't see the way. He walked into a dead end, but the person disappeared.

A faint sound caught his attention. He fumbled on the wall for a moment, then pulled out a brick, opening the wall to reveal a staircase leading underground.

Feng dialed the emergency number, ready to call for help at any moment, while slowly feeling his way down. He was stunned by what he saw. A huge arena came into view, and on it stood a short, blond man with bulging muscles all over his body.

Another person in the ring had already thrown a punch at his head, and the outcome of the match seemed certain, but the situation reversed in the next second.

The blond man grabbed the arm that the other man was striking with, clamped his legs around the other man's head, and in an instant completed a triangle choke, like a python coiling around the other man.

Even with his frantic struggles, the man was unable to break free and eventually collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

"Well done, Little Universe."

The blond man greeted the people below the stage. Feng clenched his fist and then relaxed it. He found himself easily swept up in the atmosphere, as if a fire was burning in his heart.

After taking a few deep breaths, he began searching for Kaguya's whereabouts. In a corner not far away, an old man with white hair nodded solemnly, extended his hand to shake hands with the blonde woman next to Kaguya, and reached an agreement.

The old man was surrounded by bodyguards, all of whom had one thing in common: their eyes were black.

Another old man took out a token from his waist and handed it to her. The old man's clothes had the words "Nisshang Bank" written on them.

It was only then that Feng saw the blonde girl's face. She had braids and resembled Hayasaka somewhat, but it wasn't the same person. (She was disguised.)

He cautiously approached, and immediately some people looked at him warily. Feng quickly blended into the crowd to hide himself.

"Hey, hey, hey, isn't this the president? What brings you here?" A man with a braid and wearing a floral shirt walked over.

"Oh, and who is this young lady?"

Hayasaka frowned and stepped in front of his young mistress.

"Don't be so presumptuous, Chu Jianquan." The old man tapped the floor with his cane in displeasure.

But upon first meeting Izumi, he nonchalantly reached out to hold Kaguya's hand.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Back View Blocking His Way

Kaguya knew of Izumi's reputation; he was an extremely powerful fighter, but also very irresponsible and notoriously lecherous.

She disliked that glib and smooth-talking personality. She wanted to avoid it, but her brain gave the instructions while her body couldn't react. It was as if a huge mountain was looming over her, and she couldn't escape it.

A figure walked through the crowd and stood in front of Kaguya, grabbing the hand that Izumi extended.

Kaguya looked at the back of the person in front of her and felt a strong sense of familiarity.

Why is Feng here?

Chu Jianquan didn't seem surprised at all, and said lazily, "Got you."

Before Feng could even react, a sharp pain shot through his little finger; if he didn't react soon, it would be broken.

His body instinctively yielded, following the direction of Izumi's movements, while at the same time another hand attacked him.

[Wait, this guy is trying to grab my clothes!]

Feng's heart rate reached its peak, and he experienced tinnitus. His calves trembled uncontrollably, a common symptom of the first battle.

But thinking of Kaguya standing behind him, he gritted his teeth and sent a command to his body, forcing himself to make the movement.

As he shed his skin, his clothes were torn off, and his bare upper body, with its nascent muscles, seemed rather insignificant in the eyes of his opponent.

Chu Jianquan's eyes changed; his previous laziness vanished, and he slashed at Feng's neck with his hand, which resembled a knife.

Feng extended his arm, which was protecting his head, forward to block the blow. He then flipped and locked the arm, pulling it upward to create leverage. He then lowered his center of gravity and knocked Chu Jianquan down.

This stunned everyone present. Who was Izumi Hatsukoi? He was a man who had never lost a fight when he wanted to, a ruthless character who had defeated the legendary duelist, Tiger.

Even the white-haired old man with a cane couldn't help but open his eyes a little.

But Feng's weight was too light, and he couldn't suppress his opponent at all. Chu Jianquan punched Feng in the stomach, and Feng crashed directly into the ring next to him.

Xiao Yuzhou dodged to the side a few times: "Master, aren't private duels forbidden for martial arts practitioners?"

"He's not a fighter; judging by his bone age, he's a few years younger than you. As for why he's here, I have no idea."

"What?" Xiao Yuzhou looked at Feng, who was standing up with the help of the arena, in disbelief.

My nasal bone is dislocated, and I feel like something is blocking my nose so I can't breathe. When I touch it, a lot of blood stains my palm red.

Chu Jianquan originally only wanted to force Feng, who was hiding in the shadows, to come out, but now he was really annoyed, and the commotion from the people around him made him irritable as well.

"First Encounter, I advise you to stop. Do you think you can bear my wrath?" Kaguya stood in front of Kaede, her eyes cold, as if she were looking at a dead man.

Izumi looked at Kaguya Shinomiya, not recognizing her as the darling daughter of the Shinomiya Zaibatsu: "Hey, little girl, your expression is terrifying."

Kaguya was thoroughly enraged by his nonchalant tone, but she couldn't reveal that she represented the Shinomiya Foundation; her plan had only just begun.

In situations like Kengan, where it's a small-scale brawl, the Shinomiya Foundation has always been reluctant to get involved, as its enormous economic power allows it to disregard the rules.

For her, this was precisely the place to accumulate her own strength, and she couldn't afford to expose it.

Izumi, as if a ghost, bypassed Kaguya and came to Kaede's side: "Can you still fight? You brat, you're so rude to resort to violence at the slightest disagreement."

Feng threw a punch, but it was slapped away by his opponent. Chu Jianquan punched Feng in the chin, damaging his trigeminal nerve and causing a concussion. He lost his balance, staggered a couple of times, but did not fall down.

"Wow, that's pretty impressive."

The enemy's attack came again.

Maple blocked Izumi's fist with the arm protecting his head, then landed a middle kick to the opponent's side, followed by a hook punch that landed squarely, but unfortunately, it didn't hit his temple.

Chu Jianquan stopped attacking and instead rubbed his neck: "Consider this even. Kid, what exactly is her relationship with you?"

Chu Jianquan sized up the two of them; they were about the same age. She then asked, "Boyfriend?"

"Friend." Feng reluctantly disengaged from the stance. Those two blows were definitely intentional, made to make him hit her, and did not cause any harm at all.

There is a chasm between them, and he still has a long way to go.

"Gone?" Chu Jianquan was stunned, somewhat incredulous.

“Classmates,” Feng added after a moment’s thought.

Chu Jianquan scratched his head, feeling a bit overwhelmed: "Fine, but it's not my fault. Why did you attack me right away? I just wanted to grab you and ask you some questions."

Feng didn't believe his nonsense. At this moment, the intense pain made his expression contort. His arm was bruised, his chin was black, his mouth was hit by his teeth, and his chest was stained with blood from his nose. He looked very disheveled.

"Stand still, I'll put your nose back on, just bear with it for a bit."

Chu Jianquan pressed his thumb against Feng's nose bridge, and with a snap, the nose was put back in place. Feng endured the pain without uttering a sound.

"Take this medicinal wine home and apply it; it will heal quickly." Chu Jianquan tossed down a bottle of medicine, put his hands in his pockets, and left. In a corner where no one was watching, Chu Jianquan placed his hand on the spot where Feng had hit him.

"Who is that guy? His hearing is so sharp."

During the battle just now, Izumi noticed that sometimes her opponent couldn't see her movements clearly, but she could judge his movements by listening.

"Now that we've reached an agreement, Miss Kaguya, from today onwards, we will be responsible for your safety." The Wu clan member left with a black briefcase.

"Let's go." Kaguya helped Kaede and led Hayasaka into the car.

I went to a nearby pharmacy to buy cotton swabs and carefully applied the medicine to him.

"You're too reckless. The people there are monsters. Not everyone is like Izumi, who holds back. You'll die."

"I only realized what happened when I saw him getting handsy... Ouch!" Feng gasped.

"Does it hurt?" Kaguya's movements became even gentler. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and blew on Kaede's wound, "fu~fu~"

The cool sensation made Kaede feel much better, but Kaguya's actions brought a greater sense of unease to her heart.

"Thank you," Kaguya suddenly said softly.

"It's okay, we're friends." Feng smiled.

Kaguya looked at the smile on his face, and although he was covered in bruises, her heart pounded even harder.

We'll be more than just friends.

Hayasaka immediately understood that the person who changed his young lady possessed a unique charm.

Feng was taken home, his chin bandaged, and he put his clothes back on to cover his injuries. He took off his shoes, picked up his slippers, and walked barefoot on the floor without making a sound as he carefully made his way to his room.

The mother, holding a spatula, sensed something was amiss with her unusually acting son: "Stop and turn around."

Feng had no choice but to turn around awkwardly.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I got injured while practicing boxing, but they're all minor injuries and will be fine in a few days."

Looking at his mother's reproachful yet distressed eyes, Feng felt a warmth in his heart.

"Be careful, go wash your hands and change your clothes before you come out for dinner." The mother felt sorry for her but there was nothing she could do. She should respect the choice her child made.

"I know, Mom."

Feng put on slippers and stopped trying to hide herself.

"You've really grown up," the mother said with emotion, watching Feng's retreating figure before returning to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Because it's fried chicken!

"Good morning~" Feng greeted everyone.

Good morning, class monitor.

Shizhi suddenly ran up to the front: "Squad leader, what happened to your face?"

"I got beaten up because I'm too handsome." Feng joked. He was indeed attracting attention now, with bandages on his cheeks and nose, and a bruise on his forehead.

"Ah Feng, you didn't get beaten up, did you!" Qianhua ran to his side and touched him here and there: "Ah Feng's body is so hard."

"Really? Let me pinch your shoulder too." Shizhi pinched Feng's shoulder, the shape of the muscles was very obvious: "Wow, class monitor, how did you build your muscles? I'm so envious."

He accidentally pinched Feng's wound, which hurt him so much that his lips twitched. He slapped Feng's hand away in annoyance: "If you want to practice, take a class during the summer vacation."

"Oh? Forget it, the world is big, and I still have a lot of things to do."