Simultaneous Transmigration: From Japanese Anime to American Comics

"Bravo! Well done!"

"Such heroic leaders!"

"Slaughter all those Khitan dogs!"

"Waiter! Bring another jar of spirits to celebrate!"

Successfully repelling foreign invaders had lifted the spirits of everyone present, and laughter filled the room.

Chu Yang chuckled to himself.

A transmigration was one thing, but this was utterly ridiculous!

Zhao Kuangyin and Zhao Guangyi turning against each other?

Qiao Feng battling Hong Qigong?

"Brother Chu Yang, tone down your laughter. If you keep this up, people will start thinking you're a fool again." A little beggar, who had somehow appeared out of nowhere, sat down across from Chu Yang, casually picking up a pair of chopsticks and digging into the food.

"Xiao Huang, isn't it funny to hear about Guan Yu fighting Qin Qiong?" Chu Yang asked.

"I told you not to call me Xiao Huang! Only dogs are named Xiao Huang!" The little beggar bared his teeth in frustration, frowning as he replied, "Guan Sheng Ye and Lord Qin weren't even from the same dynasty. How could they fight?"

"Brother Chu Yang, your mind is getting worse by the day!"

"Sigh, well, it was never sharp to begin with. What normal person invites a beggar to dine with them every day?"

Chu Yang clicked his tongue, "I didn't invite you. You sat down and started eating on your own."

The little beggar paused for a moment, then smiled slyly, "Then why do you always prepare two sets of chopsticks and bowls when dining alone?"

Chu Yang suddenly grew melancholy and said with deep sorrow, "When I was little, my family had a dog named Xiao Huang. It grew up with me, and I always prepared chopsticks and a bowl for it during meals..."

"Ever since it left home, this habit stuck with me."

The little beggar froze for a moment and reflexively asked, "Left home? Where did it go?"

Chu Yang grinned mischievously, "It went begging for food."

The little beggar instantly realized that Chu Yang was teasing him. His dirty face immediately flushed with anger, and he stood up, ready to hit him.

"Relax..." Chu Yang quickly raised his hands in defense, "I know you're in a hurry, but calm down! Why take it so personally?"

"You're always saying weird things no one understands!" The little beggar, sounding more like a pouting girl than a boy, scolded, though he didn't actually hit Chu Yang, instead glaring at him with bright, clear eyes.

"What are you doing~~~" Chu Yang's whole body broke out in goosebumps as he leaned on the railing, dry-heaving. Turning back, he complained, "Had I known you were this kind of person, I wouldn't have pitied you back then."

A flicker of amusement passed through the little beggar's eyes, but his face put on a pitiful expression as he lowered his head, saying self-consciously, "Brother Chu Yang, do you look down on me? I was born different from normal men... and I like different things too..."

Chu Yang scratched his head awkwardly. He had meant it as a joke, but he hadn't expected Xiao Huang to take it so hard.

Thinking about it, such preferences were sensitive even in his own time, let alone in this ancient era, where being different only attracted more pressure.

Looking at the little beggar's reddened eyes, Chu Yang couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. He could only comfort him by saying, "I was just joking earlier, I didn't mean to discriminate against you at all, really!"

The little beggar still looked like he was on the verge of tears, with teardrops welling up in his eyes.

Out of options, Chu Yang leaned in close to the little beggar's ear.

The sudden proximity made the little beggar's cheeks flush. He instinctively wanted to step back, but then he heard Chu Yang's voice.

"Let me sing you a song. Once you're done listening, don't be mad, okay?"

The little beggar had wanted to move back, but Chu Yang's gentle singing stopped him in his tracks.

Chu Yang's singing voice was average—not exactly pleasant, but at least it stayed mostly on key.

But the straightforward lyrics, combined with the moving melody, gradually pulled the little beggar into the song.

The little beggar, who had been proficient in music since childhood, could count on his fingers the number of people in the world who surpassed him.

Yet this was the first time he had heard a song in this style.

It was direct, yet it resonated deeply with the heart.

The longer he listened, the more captivating it became!

To help the little beggar understand, Chu Yang removed the English parts of the song, replacing them with humming. Before long, he reached the chorus.

"Which rose doesn't have thorns?"

The emotional lyrics repeatedly struck the little beggar's heart.

The way he looked at Chu Yang changed—there was surprise and even a hint of admiration.

In his eyes, all scholars were pedantic.

But the person in front of him was unlike any of the scholars he had met since leaving home.

He was a bit like his father.

He had his own moral code, walked his own path, and was considered rebellious by society.

Thinking of his father, and of the difficult days since he'd run away from home, the little beggar could no longer hold back his feelings, and tears began to fall uncontrollably.

This time, he truly wanted to cry.

Chu Yang only sang the chorus once before stopping, as the people around them had been staring at him and the little beggar the whole time.

"What did this guy say to make a little beggar cry like that?"

"He must've said something awful, whispering in his ear like that. So despicable."

"Hey, isn't that Mr. Chu? The one who teaches kids?"

"Yeah, looks like him..."

"Society's morals are really going downhill!"

Cold sweat dripped from Chu Yang's forehead as he whispered, "Xiao Huang... uh, how about this—if you stop crying, you can call me Xiao Chu, and I'll call you Brother Huang."

The little beggar burst into laughter through his tears, "It's a deal! From now on, whenever we meet, you have to call me Brother Huang!"

"Alright, alright." Chu Yang nodded quickly. Before leaving, he asked, "Are you full? If you are, let's get going."

The little beggar scoffed, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have even bothered to pick up my chopsticks. The food here is awful. I don't get why you come here every day..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Chu Yang rolled his eyes, grabbing the little beggar's wrist as they hurried out. More and more people were gathering to watch the commotion in the restaurant.

The little beggar, without knowing why, kept his head lowered the whole way, obedient as a cat being carried by the scruff of its neck.

"Hey, Brother Huang, even though I don't discriminate against you, could you stop acting like this? You're scaring me."

After leaving the restaurant and walking a bit further, Chu Yang looked at the shy little beggar beside him and, startled, quickly let go of his hand, his scalp tingling.

The little beggar couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Seeing him so happy, Chu Yang shook his head.

He pulled out a cloth bundle from his pocket, filled with dried rations he'd just bought from a street vendor. Handing the bundle to the little beggar, he said, "Take this back and share it with your companions."

The little beggar's expression grew complicated. "The first time I met you, you were giving food to beggars. And it wasn't just once."

"In these times, there aren't many people like you who care about whether they live or die."

Chu Yang sighed deeply, his face full of helplessness.

As someone who had grown up in the embrace of communism, he found it hard to turn a blind eye to such suffering, whether in his old world or here.

The little beggar added, "Xiao Chu, though you're not very bright, your heart is kind. Aside from the times you come to eat at the restaurant, most of your money goes to charity."

Hearing this, Chu Yang suddenly started coughing, feeling a little guilty.

It was true that he had donated quite a bit.

But it wasn't just to the beggars—there were also the ladies at the pleasure houses.

Sigh...

Going to the pleasure houses to listen to songs really was a bad habit.

Perhaps feeling guilty, Chu Yang quickly handed over the rations and hurried home without stopping.

The little beggar's innocent gaze was too piercing...

The next day.

As the children's recitations echoed in the courtyard, Chu Yang announced the end of the lesson. Chaos ensued in the yard, dust rising as if a great army were charging through.

Chu Yang nodded in satisfaction.

The flowers of the motherland were so robust.

Very good.

"Everyone will have three extra homework assignments."

The noisy children suddenly fell silent, looking at Chu Yang in disbelief. When they saw him nodding slowly, they were devastated.

Three sets of homework!

The weaker ones had already started to cry.

Seeing this, Chu Yang felt even more satisfied.

After school, with nothing to do, Chu Yang prepared to visit Xiao Huang at the temple... er, no, he planned to go listen to some songs after visiting the temple.

But halfway there, the road ahead was blocked by a group of guys who looked like they belonged to a "Gothic Love Clan."

The leader had three huge lumps on his forehead, each about the size of a green jujube.

Chu Yang's scalp tingled at the sight.

"Brother, your folliculitis is pretty serious..." Chu Yang said with concern.

The muscular man with lumps glared coldly at Chu Yang... or rather, at something behind him.

Chu Yang followed the man's gaze and turned around.

He saw a young man in a fur coat, leading a red horse with bags hanging off it, his face practically screaming, "I'm rich!" He was following behind Chu Yang.

The young man grinned foolishly, like a simpleton.

Good heavens, how dare someone flaunt their wealth so boldly in these times? Who wouldn't rob you?

The man with lumps on his forehead had a fierce look in his eyes—there was definitely some bad blood between them.

Chu Yang quietly moved into a corner, smiling. "If you two have grievances, take them out on each other. Don't mind me."

The man with lumps roared, "It's this brat who ruined our plans! Get him!"

The enemies charged at them. The young man dropped his luggage and prepared to fight, but not before turning to Chu Yang and saying, "Sorry for getting you involved, brother."

Hey, who's your brother? Don't randomly claim people as family!

Chu Yang quickly told the group of guys in red, "I don't know him! You must have the wrong person..."

Before he could finish, a steel blade whizzed past the top of Chu Yang's head, cutting off his topknot.

Strands of hair fell in front of his eyes, and in his overwhelming fear, anger welled up inside him. He looked up and cursed, "F*ck you!"

The steel blade came down again, but this time, it wouldn't just cut off his hair.

Chu Yang stared at the blade as everything around him seemed to slow down, as if time had frozen.

His consciousness drifted further and further away.

When he came to, he found himself standing in a magnificent and mysterious palace.

A circle of people surrounded him, each looking at him with curious eyes.

Chu Yang gazed at these people. Though he'd never seen them before, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.

After a long while.

Finally, someone spoke up: "Oh, looks like this time it's a period costume!"