Chapter 62, Class 2: Direct castration suggested.

The person who swore was an extremely "large" boy in the class.

His hair was so greasy it made you want to vomit, and his thick glasses made his eyes, which were already squeezed into slits by his fat, look even smaller. His anime-themed clothes were stretched taut and bulging, making him look like a pig walking upright.

His appearance was so comical that you couldn't help but laugh.

"You filthy woman, how dare you look down on me?" The fat man sensitively noticed your innocent, subconscious reaction and flew into a rage.

"Hey, that's so rude of you!" Another voice rang in your ears. It was the shy boy who had just been called on by the teacher to answer a question.

However, his demeanor has changed drastically, and with each word he utters, his physique has also grown considerably taller and stronger.

The two boys' loud voices, filled with undisguised emotion, instantly drew the attention of the entire classroom.

"Why are you so casual when you answer questions? Don't you know how to respect the teacher?!" The shy boy probably felt the attention and assumed that everyone was supporting him. He turned around and saw the fat boy standing like a wall in the classroom. His confidence was soaring that he continued to shout, his voice getting louder and louder, even carrying a hint of aggressive anger.

That's interesting.

How you answer the teacher's question is for the teacher to judge; it has nothing to do with the student.

Moreover, this is a classroom! Classrooms are all about order and rules. How could someone suddenly and rudely challenge everyone like this? You know, the rules of a scene, whether they are explicitly stated or have to be discovered by the participants, are not too far removed from a certain conventional order in reality.

Students in Japan can be this noisy during class? Are you kidding me?

But this is really bad, you can't grasp the key point at all.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I did anything wrong,” you said, keeping your tone calm and your voice as low as possible. “Besides, this matter should be judged by the teacher.” You looked at the teacher, who had already quietly walked back to the corner next to the podium, taken out her textbook, and started flipping through it, as if the farce in the classroom had nothing to do with her.

This teacher—you frown.

"Heh," the fat man let out a standard, exaggerated sneer, crossing his arms. "Just because the teacher isn't saying anything doesn't mean you're without fault. We men can't stand people who don't know the rules. Since you don't, then I'll teach you what respect is."

The fat pig's babbling didn't reach your ears; you were just looking at the teacher, wondering if she was going to do anything about it. Sensing your gaze, she actually looked up and gave you a gentle, toothy smile.

"Teacher?" you called out tentatively, but she didn't respond.

When you turn to look at the others, the two girls are just looking down, while the boys all have expressions of watching a good show, grinning as they watch you and the fat guy.

"Do you... know how to read the air?" You hesitated for a moment, then decided to conservatively apply a formula first.

The fat man laughed loudly: "You're the one who needs to read the air here. The air here is telling you that women should fucking shut their mouths and obediently wait to be punished!"

"What are you looking at?" The fat man waved his hand impatiently, seemingly disgusted by your look of looking around for help.

He walks towards you step by step, each step heavier than the last, until he is almost upon you, so heavy that he could knock you off your chair.

The fat man had become a mountain of flesh in the cramped classroom, blocking your entire view.

"A woman like you doesn't know how to navigate society at all," he said, grinning maliciously as he reached out his hand to you.

If you don't want to use the props right now, there must be another way—

"Red bean paste..." You try applying the formula again.

Having experienced the first two scenarios where whoever apologizes first is at fault, you're always very wary of the whole apology and bowing thing, so you only slowly uttered half a sentence.

Sure enough, the fat man's eyes lit up as soon as you spoke, his mouth practically drooling: "That's right, exactly. Here, women should behave like women—humble, polite, and knowing when to bow their heads. Go on!"

Will saying just half a sentence have an impact?

No, the key question is why an apology yesterday could have resolved the situation, but now it's only made things worse?

You can feel a gust of wind suddenly emerge from your bones, followed by an itch. Your body shrinks considerably as the fat pig man laughs maniacally!

Where are the clues?

What are the differences between the two scenarios?

Read the air?

Almost instantly, the actions of the neurotic girl, the perverted male neighbor, and the fat pig man flash and overlap in your mind.

There's no pattern! Everything must be interpreted and analyzed based on the current situation.

Since the "teacher," who wields absolute power in the classroom, doesn't actually get involved, you can certainly act as "recklessly" as the fat pig man. This is the current situation.

But you can use a debate to convince the teacher that you have the right to refuse to accept the gender bias inherent in the Japanese language that leads to your belittling—or even if you bluntly refuse, it might not matter, since the teacher is "indifferent" to the behavior of language students! But can you use the same argument to knock the fat pig man down?

The fat pig man is clearly an outsider, meaning he won't react like a local, automatically undergoing a dramatic shift in opinion or directly accepting punishment when certain keywords are triggered. Trying to elevate your point of view with empty words is unlikely to offset the boost his confidence provides.

Just kill him directly—

no.

Even setting aside any lingering empathy you might have for that fat pig man, you wouldn't want to act so blatantly right from the start. To slaughter another outsider in front of so many people?

Psychologically and physiologically, you are not yet ready to be enemies with all, or at least half, of the outsiders.

The fat man squinted, his upper and lower lips twitching as he stuck out his tongue. He seemed determined to win, which was perhaps why there were so few girls left in this class!

Never mind, I'll at least be able to beat him up!

You immediately dodged backward, clenched your fists, and swung them hard at the fat pig man's face!

Ugh, what's that feeling? It's like you've been splashed with a bubble of oil.

It's not just that the fat pig man's body is disgusting; the real reason is that your strength is only about one-tenth of what it should be. You're so weak and powerless that you can't even muster any strength, which makes you laugh at yourself.

"Even a rabbit will bite when cornered, I refuse to believe that his physical strength is so weak?" You gritted your teeth and encouraged yourself, then swung your fist again to smash his nose, which was almost sunken into his face.

"You really think you can resist?" He scoffed and gave him a casual shove.

Was it because he was very strong, or were you simply too weak to stand? You stumbled back a few steps and almost fell to the ground.

The other boys burst into laughter. You don't have time to listen to their nonsense!

You regain your balance, unwilling to give up, and rush forward, using your shoulder to strike his abdomen.

However, his bulky body was like an unbreakable wall, and he grabbed your shoulder with his other hand.

The fat man laughed loudly, his voice echoing in the classroom: "You little wench, you really think you can fight me? Do you even know what absolute power is?"

"What do you think this place is? You women think you can finally stand up and live like human beings in other instances, so you think you can step on us men here? Let me tell you, this is our men's entertainment area!"

The fat pig man grew increasingly smug. He easily grabbed your wrist and lifted you up. His shadow twisted and swelled on the ground, and with each word he spoke, his body grew larger and larger.

"A real man!"

"So handsome! Let's eat this woman up too!"

"That's right, that's right! Then Brother Zhu will be the only boss here, able to lead all the brothers to the next dungeon without taking any damage!"

The fat pig's shadow, which had been opening its mouth wide to bite your shadow, suddenly stopped.

He tossed you aside, and almost a ton of mangled flesh rolled around in place before turning away.

"Who just called out 'Brother Zhu'?" he asked.

"Me! Me! Me!" the shy man raised his hand and shouted, "What does Brother Zhu want me to do? If Brother Zhu says so, I'll do it!"

The fat man strode towards the shy man, grabbed him, and said, "You think you can just give it to me like that?"

The shy man then seemed to realize something was wrong: "Brother Zhu, what's wrong? Didn't you say that if you're not full, eating women is better for your health?"

"No, no, no, Brother Zhu, we're all men!" the shy man wailed, but the fat man's shadow tore at his own shadow.

After tossing the shy man, who had lost control of his bladder in fear and was now covered in a foul stench, aside, the fat man snarled at everyone, "Remember this, my surname isn't Zhu!"

"Yes..." The men fell silent, trembling with fear.

The fat man spat a few times before turning to you: "Men just don't taste good; it's the young women who are tastier."

"Shut up, you fat pig." You said thoughtfully.

"What did you say?" The fat man was stunned.

"Why are you so agitated? Are you afraid that your 'anime wife' will cheat on you if she finds out how embarrassing you are?" he said slowly, looking at the anime costume on his body.

He froze, his expression hardening: "You... what did you say?"

"Oh, I forgot," you feign sudden realization, "She can't cheat on you, since she has no idea you exist. After all, if wives on the other side of the screen really had souls, they'd be the first to run away, right?"

A few low laughs came from the classroom, and the students around you were clearly starting to get absorbed in what you were saying. The fat pig's face turned bright red, and he opened his mouth to utter some words that he thought were very offensive, but you blocked them all with the truly impactful green boiling color.

"I'm telling you," you pressed on, "you live in a screen all day long, you don't even know what the air in the real world smells like, do you? With that belly and that oil on your face, what is this? You've already reached this level, and you're still staying up all night 'for love' to watch anime?"

The fat man clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and lunged at you, but you easily dodged him: "Shut up!"

"Excessive?" you sneered. "Let me guess, your place now isn't covered in 'waifu' posters, with instant noodle cups all over the table and figurine boxes piled up in one corner, is it? After all, buying official items here is free, right?"

His lips trembled slightly, clearly his weak spot had been hit.

"Seriously, is it because you like anime and manga so much that nobody in the real world pays any attention to you? Even your mom shakes her head and sighs when she sees you, wondering how she could have raised such a thing?"

“Shut up!” he roared, his voice filled with anger and humiliation.

"Do you think coming here is a chance given to you by heaven, that you can finally be a capable 'character' in the world of anime instead of a useless coward in your bedroom?" You pinch your nose. "Unfortunately, you're just a standard cannon fodder."

"No protagonist attacks people with their hairline or body odor, you should know that, right? A low-IQ cripple like you would only become industrial waste if you were sent to an oil refinery."

As you speak, you see the fat pig man's eyes begin to glaze over, and his enormous shadow rapidly shrinks, like a balloon that has lost its support, until it finally shrinks into a blurry shadow that floats at his feet.

"You...you..." He knelt on the ground, trembling as he tried to stand up.

"You really like this world, don't you?" you said, your eyelashes drooping. "Yes, it's so much better here than in reality. You're no longer a burden to your family, a cancer on the internet, and someone who wallows in hatred every day, thinking, 'That woman glanced at me but doesn't love me, how awful!', right?"

"Then you can stay here forever."

"No, no, you're wrong, you're completely wrong. Let me tell you, if it's not because of the copy, you're not qualified to talk to me at all. I'm someone who used to chase after the school beauty—" the fat pig man argued in vain. In reality, his skin looked like it was about to burst red, while his body was getting smaller and smaller like a balloon with a hole punched in it.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" A scream erupted from the fat pig man's skin, and then he was caught by his own shadow and dragged into the abyss.

"Smack."

The teacher closed her textbook.

"Okay, so now, let's continue our lesson." She smiled, revealing eight teeth. "Learning a language can also influence your way of thinking. Every word you speak has its own magic. Japanese is such a captivating language, and next we'll learn conditional sentences."

"~tara, placed at the end of a sentence, indicates a hypothesis..."

In the second half of the class, everyone sat up quietly and obediently.

Especially the boys, they didn't dare to breathe loudly, but their eyes still secretly fell on you.

You are thinking about integrating what just happened and figuring out how to combine it all into more effective rules or guidelines.

When get out of class ended, the teacher left immediately, and the boys ran off like a shot.

"Hello, my name is Xiaodong." One of the other two girls mustered up the courage to speak to you. "I recently wanted to learn to cook, but signing up for classes in person is too complicated, and I don't speak the language. Also, locals in Japan are quite resistant to foreigners working with them, so I searched online instead. This website is really useful. I learned how to use seasonings and control the heat. Most importantly, the recipes it provides are completely foolproof; you just have to follow them."

Xiao Dong talked for a long time before showing you her computer. The browser displayed a forum webpage called 5ch.

"Living alone must be tough. Learning to cook will be good for your health," Xiao Dong said. Seeing that you had already saved the webpage, he took another girl's hand and quickly left.

Hmm, you opened this forum and clicked on it.

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Author's Note: Good evening! Tiger is still writing. I plan to update two more stories tonight and Wednesday. If I don't, come and hit me!!!