Chapter 3: A Changing World, a School Like a Comic Convention Entrance
Ye Xuan naturally didn’t have such thoughts; rather, having power made him more acutely aware of the value of knowledge.
It was fine for now; he had obtained Wang Quan Ba Ye’s template, so he didn’t need to consider these things too much.
However, for those who gained abilities based on creative ideas, it would be difficult to unleash their full power without excellent knowledge.
But this was just his opinion; everyone’s thoughts differed, and their choices were not the same.
Although it seemed a bit strange to still attend school and even take the college entrance exam after gaining power, at least for now, there hadn’t been any reports of students abandoning their studies or the college entrance exam after gaining power.
As for Ye Xuan, after obtaining the system and merging with Wang Quan Ba Ye’s template, he no longer had an urgent need for good grades, so going to school was more interesting than staying at home alone.
Ye Xuan stretched after standing up, then went to wash up and sleep.
It wasn’t early anymore; it was ten o’clock after finishing his homework, and now it was almost midnight, and he had to get up early tomorrow.
His home was close to school, and due to special circumstances, he was a day student; normally, he should have boarded, but then he would have to get up at six in the morning and have morning reading at six-thirty; day students could arrive later, as long as they were there before seven.
The next day.
When Ye Xuan opened his eyes, the morning light was streaming through the gap in the curtains, and the power flowing within him made him feel a little dazed for a moment.
“Sure enough, yesterday wasn’t a dream.”
The feeling of abundant power instantly reminded him of his experience last night when he fished for and merged with Wang Quan Ba Ye’s youthful template; the vast sword qi within his body surged like a river.
He got up and walked to the bathroom, and after washing up, he instinctively prepared to put on his school uniform, but his gaze fell upon the blue and white long robe gifted by the system.
Times had changed; ever since someone successfully awakened by cosplaying anime characters, more and more young people began to wear the costumes of characters from anime and film as everyday clothes.
Although schools still maintained a uniform system, they turned a blind eye to them.
There was no other way; the fantasy items invading reality had no nationality, but the people who obtained them did.
The characters in human fantasies were all so powerful, some even capable of easily destroying cities and countries.
What if an unfriendly country awakened a powerful character template? Wouldn’t that be the end?
Therefore, all countries hoped that the number of awakened powerhouses in their own country would be higher, so the restrictions in these areas naturally became much looser.
Ye Xuan hadn’t done this before, firstly because he didn’t think his luck could be that good, and secondly because he thought it was a bit chuunibyou; no matter what, he was a transmigrator and had long passed that age.
At most, he would try it in private; he would never wear it directly to school.
But now it was different; it was called chuunibyou when he hadn’t obtained a template, but was it still chuunibyou after obtaining a template?
That was the true Wang Quan Ba Ye descending into reality, alright.
He put on the blue and white long robe, fastened his belt, and hung the Wangquan Sword at his side.
In the mirror, the young man had clear features, and subtle golden patterns flowed on the blue fabric.
The ancient and grand long sword hung at his waist, with the characters “Wang Quan” on its hilt emitting a faint glow.
However, what was most striking was his demeanor—a confident and composed aura belonging to a young swordsman, as if all things in the world could be broken with a single sword.
A wisp of hair on his forehead moved without wind, and the spirited gleam in his eyes made his entire silhouette appear exceptionally clear.
At this moment, Ye Xuan was like a swordsman who had stepped out of a traditional ink painting, with an indescribable charm in every gesture.
He smiled at the mirror, and the young swordsman in the mirror also curved his lips.
A good feeling.
Ye Xuan glanced at the time, then pushed the door open and left.
At the entrance of Wutong Lane, the steaming white mist, mixed with the rich aroma of steamed buns, wafted into Ye Xuan’s nostrils.
Standing in front of the breakfast stall, Ye Xuan skillfully ordered his breakfast:
“Uncle Zhang, twelve meat buns, six vegetable buns, and three cups of soy milk.”
“Please put them in three separate bags.”
His gaze fell on Uncle Zhang’s slightly odd attire: a red scarf hung around his neck like a red neckerchief, graying temples peeked out from under a tai chi headband, and then there was the rolling pin in his hand.
Its size was normal, but the head of the stick was crookedly painted with a green dragon pattern in red paint.
“Alright!”
Uncle Zhang instinctively responded, packed Ye Xuan’s order, and then froze as he looked up to greet him, his right hand suspended in mid-air.
After a long moment of sluggishness, he finally handed the packed buns to Ye Xuan.
“Xiao Xuan, this outfit today…”
Then, as if remembering something, he suddenly realized:
“Oh, are you also learning to awaken anime characters? If you ask me, this stuff is harder than winning the lottery!”
Ye Xuan took the packed buns, and Uncle Zhang continued to chatter:
“Look at this outfit I’m wearing; they say it’s the complete Chuuka Ichiban! cosplay set for Master Steel Rod Xie.
My daughter snatched it up when it was 20% off.”
“Inside, there’s a two-meter-long prop rod; it’s not heavy, but it’s ridiculously long.
Do you think that thing can knead dough? It made me cut off both ends and turn it into a rolling pin.”
“And painting a dragon pattern cost me fifty yuan!”
“Do you know the Overlord Dragon Mark? The Overlord Dragon Mark is…”
“Only the legendary cooking utensils have the Overlord Dragon Mark and the Auspicious Phoenix Mark; Master Steel Rod Xie’s steel rod does not.”
Ye Xuan kindly reminded him as he paid.
“What did you say?”
“Then what was the fifty yuan I spent for?”
Uncle Zhang’s eyes widened.
“It means you’re an idiot.”
The auntie selling pancakes across the way laughed loudly, mocking him.
“You’re still saying that little Xuan wants to awaken an anime character; I think you old man are the one who wants to!
You haven’t even watched Chuuka Ichiban! and you want to awaken Master Xie’s inheritance? You should see if you can even lift that steel rod!”
“Hahahahaha!”
“Get out of here, if I haven’t seen it, have you?”
Uncle Zhang cursed under his breath and slammed the rolling pin heavily on the chopping board.
However, as he watched Ye Xuan’s receding figure, with that indescribable aura of a young swordsman, he couldn’t help but mutter softly.
“Don’t say it, Xiao Xuan’s outfit really looks the part.”
At the same time, Ye Xuan carried his breakfast and walked to the school gate.
His gaze swept over the bustling but diversely dressed crowd, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but twitch slightly.
Although he had seen it many times, every time he saw it again, he still found the scene before him incredible.
Those who knew, knew it was a school; those who didn’t, would think it was the entrance to a comic convention.
There were those wearing the black and red cloud robes of the Akatsuki from Naruto, the Shinigami uniform from Bleach, and those in Sailor Moon’s sailor uniform, holding a sparkling “Moonlight Prism.”
There were also many wearing different Monkey King outfits, carrying staffs.
It seemed like every anime character you could imagine was here, and not just anime characters.
Those genuinely wearing school uniforms had become a minority—no, it should be said that, except for a very few who focused on studying, no one else wore them at all.
Even the most rigid dean of students, who was formerly the most old-fashioned, wore a Gojo Satoru eye mask from Jujutsu Kaisen today, though it looked more like it was used to cover dark circles under his eyes.
However, Gojo Satoru can see the road with his eyes covered, but can you?
