My second life is a bit strange?

"Kaguya-chan, he wouldn't happen to be from your Shinomiya family, would he?"

Chika moved closer to Kaguya and asked in a low voice.

"No, that's not it." Kaguya herself was a little surprised; she had Hayasaka arrange everything.

"This is the best dish I've ever eaten," Feng exclaimed.

"Is that so? That's truly my honor." Kojiro smiled knowingly; sincere praise was the best reward for him.

"If I had to point out a flaw... it's that the portion was too small, not enough to eat." Chika looked at her plate with regret; it was completely empty except for the sauce.

"It was my oversight. I'll give you an extra meal for free, please wait a moment."

Chef Shinomiya returned to the kitchen, and many more delicious dishes were served.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Feng saw Chihaya Ishigami off at the subway station and said before parting, "Ishigami, please take care of me from now on."

"I am."

...

On the weekend, Kaede and Chiba Takayuki made an appointment and went to an underground boxing gym.

Chiba Takayuki observed Kaede's movements with eyes like a high-speed camera, replicating Kaede's every move: "Your movements are very standard; even after hundreds of repetitions, there isn't a single distortion."

Feng stopped what he was doing and exhaled a breath of stale air. His body was steaming, his skin was flushed, and his muscles were bulging with blood. After warming up thoroughly, he stood opposite Chiba Takayuki.

"If you get hurt, I won't be responsible."

"Please enlighten me." Feng assumed a fighting stance, his toes curled, staring intently at his opponent.

Chiba Takayuki placed one hand in front of his body and clenched the other hand around his waist, squatting down in a peculiar posture.

"bring it on."

[Wing Chun - Ip Man?]

"..." Feng was puzzled. Was it the one he was thinking of? But it was too similar! Not to mention the posture, even the accent had changed. This was practically a superpower!

Before he could think, Chiba Takayuki had closed in on him. Feng threw a jab that was fast, accurate and ruthless, and it looked like it was about to hit his opponent's forehead.

【How is that possible? You didn't encounter it?】

For someone with an absolute sense of space like him, such a mistake is impossible.

Chiba Takayuki increased the depth of his squat, widening his stance slightly. Kaede sped up his punches, but they were blocked by his opponent's arms or other parts of his body.

A sudden punch landed on his neck, causing his brain to lose blood supply abruptly, resulting in a dizziness lasting a fraction of a second. He regained consciousness just before falling, and looking at the ground so close to him, Feng reached out and rolled over to regain his balance.

"Impressive flexibility," Chiba Takayuki praised.

"What exactly is going on?"

“I’m an actor, a professional one.” After saying that, Chiba Takayuki changed his stance again.

This is the correct pose!

【dragon!】

"Ada~ Oh~~" The expression, tone, and movements were exactly the same. Feng blinked and found that he could no longer look directly at his face.

It is an ideological ambiguity.

The leg techniques are unpredictable.

Is it above?

Feng covered his forehead with his arm, but the other person suddenly pulled back his leg and kicked him in the abdomen, sending him flying several meters away and crashing into the fence.

"Hiss!" Feng clutched his stomach, opened his mouth wide, but couldn't breathe, feeling as if his abdomen was being squeezed flat.

"Stand up, it will make you feel better."

Feng stood up, holding onto the railing, and took small breaths.

"What about your pace? Get your body moving."

Feng regained control of the rhythm, raised his arms in front of his head, stared straight at him, and maintained his breathing technique.

Chapter Sixty-Six: Wanting to Protect

Right, left, left, down.

Chiba Takayuki slowed down his attacks and began to train Kaede by showing him moves until he saw Kaede's muscles trembling, indicating that he was reaching the limit of his physical strength.

"take a break."

Feng sat casually on the ground, leaning against the railing, breathing heavily. He felt like he was about to catch fire, so he poured a bottle of water over his head.

I casually draped a towel over my head, too tired to focus, my mind a blank with only a buzzing sound.

"Eat something to replenish your energy."

Feng took the bento box handed to him, which contained a lump of meat that had been mashed into a paste.

"This is made from fish and lean beef, which removes the fishy smell. It has a little salt added, so you can eat it without worry. It also contains some secret ingredients, making it much more effective than protein supplements or the like on the market."

After hearing this, Feng no longer hesitated and began to eat heartily. He almost threw up after the first bite, which was a stark contrast to the feast he had eaten before.

After forcing himself to finish eating, Feng asked some questions about the battle, which Chiba Takayuki answered one by one, greatly benefiting Feng.

"By the way, how did you learn to imitate it so well?"

“Observation.” Chiba Takayuki pointed to his eyes. “From a very young age, I’ve loved observing others, imitating their every move, and even putting myself in their shoes. Everyone says I’m a freak.”

"Please, this is super cool, okay?" Feng rolled his eyes. If this were in his old class, he would definitely be a rising star.

"Haha, really? I originally wanted to be an actor, but I never expected to end up in the underworld by some twist of fate."

"That's a real pity. If you were an actor, you would definitely be a movie king. You look just like him."

The casual conversation allowed Feng to get to know the other person better, and after regaining some strength, he continued training.

"Make full use of your physical advantages."

“The advantages of physical strength…” Feng said thoughtfully, “Come on.”

Chiba Takayuki also adopted a boxing stance: "You should have heard of the name Gaolang, right?"

"Of course I know. He's the only four-time heavyweight champion, the man known as the God of War, and also my senior brother." He had seen the other man's photo on the wall of the boxing gym before, and he was quite surprised when he found out.

The opponent used a sliding step to quickly throw punches, trying to find his rhythm. Several punches landed in the air, creating gusts of wind: "I can unleash seventy percent of his strength, of course, the one that has already been revealed."

I've heard that Gaoran Gaoran can throw 13 punches in the time it takes to breathe while wearing boxing gloves that weigh 10 ounces each; I can't even imagine doing that without the gloves.

Chiba Takayuki's voice had changed; his brows now held a compassionate air, and his eyebrows were furrowed into a deep frown.

Bang, bang! In just one breath, countless punches came flying at him, but fortunately, they were blocked by his arm, which was covered in purple bruises.

I can do that speed too, but the strength...

For boxers, a long reach is a huge advantage. He's only a teenager and his body hasn't fully developed yet, but he's already 1.76 meters tall. He still has a lot of room for improvement.

"Even if you become him, you can't do anything to me, after all, we are from the same school."

Feng dodged the hook punch with a sidestep and kicked at him with a whip kick, but it was blocked. A sense of crisis came over him, and Feng quickly retreated.

"That's a piercing blow!" Feng exclaimed in disbelief. The force was enough to make a hole in his stomach!

"You're not fighting Gaoran, but one hundred and eight other fighters. Are you ready?"

"Wow, one person can make a whole Water Margin."

With each beating he received, Feng's combat experience rapidly increased, and after a day of training, his body was covered in bruises.

Feng paid him his salary, and his wallet was visibly much emptier. Although it was expensive, it was worth it.

"Let's schedule the next training session for two weeks from now. I hope your injury will heal by then."

Feng had wrapped himself up tightly, and if people saw the bruises all over his body, they would think it was some kind of school bullying.

When Feng got home, he threw his bag aside and rushed to the bathroom. His muscles ached terribly, and he couldn't even lift his arms while lathering up with soap. He had to bend over to wash his neck.

I was tortured again when I wiped my body with a towel.

"This is really exhausting." Feng, with a towel draped over his shoulder and wearing only a pair of shorts, sat down on the sofa to rest.

"Brother's back?"

Xiao Gui yawned as she came out of her room, holding a plush toy in her arms. She suddenly opened her eyes wide, threw the toy on the sofa, and quickly walked to his side.

"What happened to your wound?" Xiao Gui gently stroked the wound.

"I suffered a minor injury during training."

Hearing his older brother's dismissive tone, he rolled his eyes and pinched his arm hard.

"Ouch!! It hurts! It hurts!" Feng's face was contorted with pain.

"Isn't it a minor injury?"

"What kind of sister are you, rubbing salt into her brother's wounds?" Feng looked at him irritably and handed her the medicine that Chu Jianquan had given him earlier.

"You've come at the right time. Help me apply this medicine; I can't reach your back." Feng lay down on the sofa, letting Xiao Gui straddle his back.

"I'm going to start now, just bear with it." Xiao Gui spread the medicine evenly in her palm.

Because Feng had just finished showering and was exposed to a cool breeze, her skin was cool, and she could clearly feel a warm hand pressed against her back.

[So hard, the muscles feel so good to touch.]

As she prepares to enter junior high school, she is no longer the childish girl who would just follow others around.

"Use it sparingly, I'll rely on this to keep me alive from now on."

"Okay, boxing seems too dangerous. Maybe you should find another hobby, brother."

"It's okay, it only looks serious. It will be fine in a couple of days. Once I become stronger, no one will dare to bully you."

Xiao Gui blushed, said nothing more, and her movements became even gentler.

...

"Time flies." Eriri shielded her eyes from the sunlight and gazed into the distance, where she saw Kaede walking towards her with his schoolbag on his back.

"It's been eight years already, hasn't it?" Eriri recalled the little things they had done together; their relationship had never changed.