In this crossover anime, I fight against the supernatural in my everyday world.

011 Famous muscleman from Kyoto

"what?"

A burly man wearing a vest with dragons and tigers drawn on his arms, looking like a gangster, frowned as he saw Hiratsuka Shizuka walking quickly towards him.

"doing what?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka did not reply, but narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of coldness flashing in them.

“These are my students. You’d better leave before I call the police, or I won’t mind taking some action.”

"what?"

Upon hearing this, the burly men scratched their heads in confusion.

"You seem to have misunderstood. We are not looking for trouble with him."

Hiratsuka Shizuka crossed her arms and gave a cold snort.

"Still trying to deny it? Then why are you all surrounding him?"

The burly men looked at each other, and one of them replied cautiously.

"We're asking Ye Xing for advice on how to exercise effectively."

Hearing this unexpected answer, Hiratsuka Shizuka was taken aback, her eyes filled with doubt as she looked at Yohoshi sitting there.

"Ah? Is that so?"

Ye Xing yawned and smiled nonchalantly.

"That's it."

Hiratsuka Shizuka clearly didn't quite believe his story, carefully examining Yohoshi's figure and thinking to herself.

The other person's physique was indeed very well-proportioned, and there were obvious muscle lines visible on their arms.

But...

Hiratsuka Shizuka glanced at the group of burly men who were like the Hulk and thought that Yosei was far inferior to them.

Isn't this so-called "asking for advice" a case of getting the stance backwards?

Seeing Hiratsuka Shizuka remain silent, the tattooed burly man waved his hand impatiently.

"If there's nothing else, you should hurry up and leave, don't delay our progress."

Then he looked at Ye Xing, and his fleshy face instantly changed to a respectful one, which, in Hiratsuka Shizuka's opinion, could even be described as fawning.

"Hey bro, I haven't been able to break my weight barrier lately. Is it because I'm using the wrong technique? Or is there something wrong with my training and diet plan? I haven't seen you in ages, give me some pointers."

The saying goes well.

Moderate exercise can attract the opposite sex.

Excessive fitness can attract same-sex individuals.

In the eyes of these burly men, Hiratsuka Shizuka, with her impressive figure and beautiful face, was far less attractive than Yohoshi, who could provide them with a fitness plan.

"You guys wait a minute."

Hiratsuka Shizuka quickly walked up to Yohoshi and asked in confusion.

Are you well-known at this gym?

Ye Xing replied casually as he disassembled the barbell plates.

"Of course, I'm a famous muscle man."

"What's big?"

"Muscle King".

Upon hearing this word, Hiratsuka Shizuka's cheeks flushed crimson, and she gritted her teeth, speaking with resentment.

"You, you, you actually dared to make a dirty joke about the teacher?!"

Yoru looked puzzled, gazing at Hiratsuka Shizuka with clear, innocent eyes, and asked in confusion.

"Is there a problem? 'Muscle babe' means someone who's really good at fitness. But what do you mean by 'making dirty jokes'? I don't quite understand."

"I...this isn't..."

This left Hiratsuka Shizuka completely bewildered, unsure how to explain herself.

In the end, she just glared at Ye Xing fiercely, then turned and left angrily.

Hiratsuka Shizuka isn't stupid.

How could a boy of Ye Xing's age not know what the homonym for "muscle master" means?

This is clearly a deliberate attempt to tease myself!

After Hiratsuka returned from her meditation, Kirisu Mafuyu said calmly.

"As a teacher, I was actually made fun of by my students."

"No more nagging!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka's cheeks flushed slightly. She originally wanted to leave the gym immediately, but then she thought about it again and her curiosity eventually won out.

She just doesn't understand.

How come so many people would sincerely ask him for advice when he's just an ordinary high school freshman with muscles that aren't even that exaggerated?

The wait wasn't long.

Ye Xing chatted with a few burly men for a while, then did a few sets of bench presses before leaving the gym.

Hiratsuka Shizuka had finally gotten her chance and immediately stood up.

Kirisu Mafuyu didn't need to ask specifically; she already knew what she wanted to do, and said calmly.

"Go see if you want. I've been sitting here with you in a daze for half an hour, and I'm about to catch a cold."

Hiratsuka Shizuka smiled sheepishly.

"Okay, I'll treat you to dinner later to make it up to you."

After saying that, she tiptoed to the equipment area.

What Hiratsuka Shizuka wanted to confirm was very simple.

What weight did Ye Xing bench press?

When she saw the numbers on the barbell plates and added them up in her mind, she was stunned.

"Two...two hundred kilograms!?"

This exaggerated number gave Hiratsuka Shizuka a slight shock at the sheer size of the muscles.

Good guy.

For first-year high school students, bench press 200 kg as a set.

Is this a human?

No wonder those burly men had to ask Ye Xing for advice.

So that's how it is.

However, after a brief moment of surprise, a look of worry appeared between Hiratsuka Shizuka's brows.

If it were any other student, it wouldn't matter.

But given that Ye Xing had a history of assault during junior high school, wouldn't such extraordinary physical abilities pose a safety risk?

Young people are prone to impulsiveness.

In addition, Ye Xing received a less than favorable reputation on his first day of school.

What if he gets into a conflict with other students later and doesn't know his own strength?

With this in mind, Hiratsuka Shizuka made up her mind.

We need to find a way to correct Ye Xing's personality, at least to make him behave better at school.

......

Several hours later, at one o'clock in the morning, in a small alley in Kyoto City.

"Take out the money!"

A middle-aged man with a twisted and ferocious face held a sharp dagger to the neck of a young woman.

A voice kept whispering in his mind.

"Kill her, kill her, kill her..."

"Shut up!"

The middle-aged man covered his head with his left hand, and blood vessels were visible in his eyes.

Seeing his seemingly deranged appearance, the young woman was terrified, her hands trembling, and she accidentally dropped her wallet on the ground.

"You did this on purpose!?"

"No, it's not..."

The young woman explained, trembling, but the middle-aged man wouldn't listen to a word she said.

All he could hear was the constant whispering.

The sharp dagger pierced the young woman's fair neck, and bright red blood seeped out, reflecting in the middle-aged man's eyes and making the voice in his mind even clearer.

"Kill her!"

Just as the middle-aged man was about to lose his mind and plunge the tip of the dagger into the young woman's neck, a mocking voice rang out from not far behind him.

"What a low-class robbery."

"What's that thing you're holding, a fruit knife?"

"Sigh, how can someone like you stand out in the fiercely competitive industry of robbery if you don't strive for excellence?"