Chapter 2
Ichika drew in a sharp breath, then shot Ye Yu a fierce glare with her beautiful eyes.
It's all this guy's fault!
Couldn't you have been a little gentler? You really don't know how to cherish a girl!
Today was the first day of university—how was she supposed to go to class like this?
Ye Yu instantly understood from her expression. He gently wrapped his right arm around her delicate body.
Ichika let out a startled cry. "You still—!"
But the next moment, a warm, comforting current flowed through her, starting from below and spreading throughout her entire body.
"My exclusive massage technique," Ye Yu said with a grin. "Feeling better now?"
It was actually his healing ability—one of the powers he used most skillfully.
Ichika looked at his gentle smile, and a fresh blush crept across her cheeks.
She really couldn't stay mad at this troublemaker.
Having tasted love for the first time, she found herself completely hooked.
She leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
"You have classes today too, right?"
"Yes, ma'am! Anything for my dear Ichika-wife!"
Soon, Ichika felt almost fully recovered. She quickly got dressed.
Before leaving the room, she turned back with a stern warning.
"You promised—you'd better go to class properly, or I'll punish you!"
Ye Yu nodded with a fond smile as she brandished her tiny fist.
She was just too adorable.
Besides, it had been a month since he regained his memories. It was about time he showed up at school.
...
Following his memories, he arrived at Nerima University.
As he walked, Ye Yu looked around in appreciation.
No wonder this is an anime world—there really are beautiful girls everywhere!
He strolled leisurely until he reached the classroom for today's lecture.
He slipped inside and took a seat.
The classmates nearby gave him odd looks but didn't greet him.
Clearly, the original owner of this body wasn't very popular.
Ye Yu endured one boring lecture, then decided to visit Ichika's university.
Today he needed to deal with a potential problem: Fuutaro.
He'd already looked into which school Fuutaro attended.
Just as he stepped out of the classroom, a mocking voice rang out.
"Yo, Ye Yu! Where the hell have you been? Did you get your legs broken for stealing or something?"
"Hey, come on, you know Ye Yu's family is loaded. I bet his girlfriend cheated on him and he tried to off himself!"
"You bastard! Why didn't you return my calls? I couldn't even buy the new game I wanted! How are you gonna make it up to me?"
Who the hell has a mouth that toxic?
It had been ages since anyone dared mock Ye Yu like this.
He turned around.
Four burly guys slowly approached.
Memories of them surfaced in his mind.
He hadn't expected the original body to have been suffering school bullying all this time.
Ye Yu was a second-year literature major—handsome, refined, and scholarly in demeanor.
That had drawn attention when he first arrived.
The ringleader, Namikawa Masato, had confessed to a girl and been brutally rejected.
She'd mocked him mercilessly, saying she preferred gentle, cultured guys like Ye Yu—not someone who looked like a wild boar.
The blow crushed Namikawa.
He'd come to Nerima University specifically to get a girlfriend, only to face this.
But instead of blaming the girl, he directed all his rage at Ye Yu.
It started with verbal insults, escalated to physical violence, and finally turned into extortion.
When Ye Yu hadn't answered his phone recently, Namikawa had actually felt lonely—he'd grown addicted to the rush of bullying someone weaker.
So on the first day of school, he rushed over with his lackeys.
Interesting.
Ye Yu's dark eyes glinted with amusement as he looked at them.
"Want money? You should've just said so."
He casually pulled a thick wad of 10,000-yen bills from his spatial storage.
They were right about one thing—Ye Yu really was rich.
His parents had died in a work-related accident, leaving him a substantial settlement.
He'd originally kept their savings and the payout in the bank for interest.
Now he'd withdrawn everything and sold some of the gold he kept in his space.
He was basically a minor tycoon.
The four bullies didn't notice where the money came from.
All they saw was enough cash to splurge for a long time.
"You little punk, you're getting cuter by the day," Namikawa said greedily, satisfied with Ye Yu's compliance.
He decided he'd only slap him a few times this time.
"How about we take this somewhere else? Not exactly convenient here."
Ye Yu smiled warmly, as if greeting old friends for drinks rather than being extorted.
"Hah! You're finally learning."
Namikawa glanced around—they'd already drawn attention.
If he openly took that much money and Ye Yu reported it as robbery, all these onlookers would be witnesses.
He slung an arm around Ye Yu's neck and led him cheerfully toward the rooftop of the teaching building.
It was his favorite spot for beating Ye Yu—he'd practically developed sentimental attachment to it.
The moment they stepped onto the rooftop, Namikawa shoved Ye Yu away.
His fleshy face twisted into a vicious snarl.
"You bastard, where the hell have you been hiding? Did I give you permission to skip class?
You think this little cash makes up for what you owe me?"
"Exactly! Two days ago a senior I like wanted a bag. I was gonna borrow from you, but you ghosted me! Now she won't even talk to me. How are you gonna compensate me for that?"
"Speak up, kid! You think staying quiet will make this go away?"
Listening to their arrogant, curse-filled tirade, Ye Yu's lips curved into a smile.
"Does bullying someone weaker than you really feel that good?"
Namikawa laughed as if he'd heard the funniest thing ever.
This coward who'd never fought back in all this time—was he finally trying to resist?
"Yeah, bullying a wimp like you is incredibly satisfying!
Been half a month since you tasted my fist—think you're tough now?"
Namikawa raised his fist high and swung without hesitation.
Zzzzt...
A sharp crackle of electricity flashed.
All four bullies froze, bodies going numb, then convulsing as they collapsed.
Ye Yu's hair stood slightly on end.
Faint sparks danced across his skin, and a blue glow condensed at his fingertip.
"In that case," he said calmly, "even if I kill you, you won't have anything to complain about."
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