I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

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"Don't you guys surf the internet? This guy is super popular online right now. I've watched the movie he made with Yuan Shang at least ten times."

Everyone looked at each other.

Fujiwara Takeshi looked at Kazesawa in the picture and couldn't help but say:

"How many more surprises do you have in store for us?"

As he spoke, he looked at Feng Zeming.

"When you have time, go back to your family and ask whether the shared surname is just a coincidence or if you are actually from the same clan."

Feng Zemin nodded. "Mm."

At this moment, Feng Zejian is in Yuan Shangzhezhi's villa, discussing the selection of music for the next competition with Yuan Shangqianxia.

Adhering to the principle of avoiding repetition in style, the two settled on a popular rock song from among many options.

The performance style of the saxophone and piano doesn't quite fit with rock music, but that's precisely what makes it more challenging.

If this kind of helplessness is only for the sake of getting a good ranking, rather than to express oneself and show one's personality, then it's meaningless.

At that moment, Feng Zejian received another phone call.

It was a call of condolence from Chiba Ikeda.

"I said, you came back without even saying hello. Are you annoyed with me?"

"Principal, how could that be? We have plenty of time ahead of us, why rush things?"

A sneer came from the other end of the phone.

"Stop being sarcastic. There's a debate tomorrow, don't forget."

Feng Zejian was taken aback. "Is the schedule really that tight?"

"Otherwise, what do you think?"

"alright."

Feng Zejian stayed at Yuan Shangzhezhi's house for one night, and the next morning he still took Yuan Shangzhezhi's car to school.

Just as Feng Zejian was about to get out of the car, Yuan Shangzhezhi took out a mask and put it on Feng Zejian.

"Sister, what does this mean?"

"You're a celebrity now, wearing a mask is the least you can do to respect your current popularity."

Feng Zejian couldn't help but laugh. "Sister, is it really as exaggerated as you say?"

Yuan Shang Zhezhi smiled and said, "Reality is only more exaggerated than I say."

Feng Zejian did not refute, put on a mask and got out of the car.

As Feng Zejian walked through the campus, he could faintly hear people talking about him.

Although their identities remain a mystery online, it's a result of deliberate suppression. Many people know their identities, but none of them dare to bear the consequences of exposing themselves.

Feng Zejian arrived at the foot of the elite teaching building, where the familiar MPV from yesterday was parked.

But it shouldn't be today's car.

The car window rolled down, and Fujiwara Takeshi poked his head out.

"What are you thinking about? Get in the car."

Feng Zejian was stunned for a moment.

"Where's Kana? Shouldn't she be leading the team today?"

Fujiwara Takeshi chuckled, "Your homeroom teacher had something to do today. Are you missing her?"

Kazesawa readily admitted to Fujiwara Takeshi's joking probing.

"Yeah, after all, I've been lusting after Kana's body for a long time."

Ruri Shinbo opened the door.

"Kaze Sawa, stop talking and come up here."

Feng Zejian nodded and then got into the car.

I greeted a few familiar people in the car.

His gaze began to drift out the window, and he seemed lost in thought.

Fujiwara Takeshi would always subtly observe Kazesawa.

Try to appear natural so as not to arouse suspicion.

Feng Zejian stretched his head toward Liuli Xinbo's side.

This time, Ruri Shinbo was using a Steam handheld console to play Ghostline: Tokyo.

Feng Zejian watched as Liuli Xinbo manipulated the protagonist to rub talismans, switching between various elemental spells.

Talisman Kid, playing with this really is going back to your old ways.

This is the first time I've seen you play this game.

"I don't usually play this game, but I'm doing this as a rehabilitation activity to get back into the swing of things."

Feng Zejian tilted his head and frowned.

"Get familiar with, get familiar with what?"

Fujiwara Takeshi pricked up his ears to listen.

Ruri Shinbo realized that she had let something slip.

"Um, well, of course it's about being familiar with how to use your fingers flexibly."

A subtle smile appeared on Feng Zejian's face.

"Xinbo, while using your hands can certainly save a lot of trouble, you can't always do things with your hands. With your looks, finding someone decent should be easy."

Liuli Xinbo shook her head: "Actually, it's not that easy. There are many rules at home, and contact with the outside world is limited."

Feng Zejian nodded upon hearing this.

A quick online search revealed some results, but only fragmentary information.

The Ruri clan, along with Abe and Tsuchimikado, are known as the three great Onmyoji families in Japan.

However, the Liuli clan lives a secluded life, and many things about them remain unknown.

Feng Zejian looked at his phone and handed it to Liuli Xinbo.

"Xinbo, look, is what's being said online true?"

Liuli Xinbo looked at the only sentence online.

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

"Well, my family did work as Onmyoji a long time ago, but times have changed now, and everyone values ​​science."

Feng Zejian also had a mischievous grin on his face.

"It seems that our classmate Xinbo is quite a mysterious person."

"Hahaha, how could that be."

Liuli Xinbo became increasingly uneasy as she spoke.

Fujiwara Takeshi heard all of this.

Although this topic is somewhat sensitive, what Feng Zejian did is indeed logical and there is nothing wrong with it.

On the contrary, Ruri Shinbo herself had too many flaws.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Then we'll try to find a way to test the waters.

The car fell silent briefly as we arrived at the competition venue.

This debate competition is the East vs. West finals.

Feng Zejian didn't know which area he was in; since he was the one who was brought down, he didn't need to know.

Fujiwara Yushi remembered something.

"By the way, your homeroom teacher asked me to remind you that you can't read from the script this time."

Feng Zejian nodded.

"Okay, I know."

Upon arriving at the venue, we learned that four teams will be participating in this competition.

The two teams will compete in head-to-head matches to determine the champions of each half of the bracket, but the timing will be different.

It's clear that Fengze's team started.

An hour before the start of the competition, the organizers provided the debate topic and confirmed the two sides' arguments.

Once the students at the Polytechnic School received the questions, their twelve-threaded brains began to work.

His writing flowed effortlessly; he picked up his pen and began writing rapidly.

Not only is his hand speed fast, but his handwriting is also quite neat and beautiful.

In half an hour, each person wrote 1,000 words, and a total of 3,000 words of manuscript was produced.

The three of them quickly picked it up and carried it on their backs.

A thousand words, recited in half an hour, isn't too difficult for the three of them.

When the time came, everyone tore up their manuscripts, threw them in the trash, and went to the competition venue.

Although it was the semi-finals, the world-class debater from Polytechnic University single-handedly crushed the opposing team in the free debate segment, winning the round without lifting a finger and successfully claiming the semi-final championship.

Kazema, who had been holding his pee, went to the restroom and came out to find Inada University's team had run into them. The two teams were chatting, and Aoki Sakura stood out from the crowd.

Chapter 169 Be a Cheerleader for the Senior

At this point, Feng Zejian definitely wouldn't be able to leave.

It was obvious that Kazema's team was waiting for him, as there was still some time before Inada University's match was scheduled to begin.

If they continue talking like this, Kazema can't afford to wait.

So Kazema simply made a phone call to Fujiwara Takeshi, telling him that he had something urgent to attend to and had to leave.

He immediately rushed into the toilet and hid, thinking he could escape.

Feng Zejian spent a full half hour in the toilet.

The results came out, and coincidentally, I ran right into Aoki Sakura.

Feng Zejian appears calm on the surface, but his heart is turbulent.

What incredible luck to encounter something like this!

Aoki Sakura was quite surprised.

"Hey! Junior, what brings you here? You're from Jinze High School, right? We were just chatting with the Jinze High School team. I wonder if we can win today and meet you in the finals."

A smile crept across Feng Zejian's face.

"I believe in you, senior, that you are fully capable."

Aoki Sakura remembered something.

"By the way, it seems like some people from your team have left. Is that alright?"

Feng Zejian shook his head: "I'm a cheerleader, I'm here to cheer them on, I'm not with them."

Upon hearing that Kazesawa was a cheerleader, Aoki Sakura immediately had some ideas.

"Since you're here to cheer me on, and your team has left, why don't you come and cheer me on too?"

Aoki Sakura's eyes sparkled, making it impossible for Kazema to refuse.

"...Okay, I don't have anything else to do, so I'll be a cheerleader for my senior for free this time."

The two strolled around the venue for a while and chatted together.