"What are they up to? They look pretty happy."

On the teaching building opposite the cafeteria, Shan Xi sat alone, cross-legged outside the railing.

He’d been watching Yan Lingxuan’s group. Katherine had invited him to join their school fun, but Shan Xi flatly refused. He hated crowds, preferring quiet solitude. Now, he observed the four with a lonely gaze.

By noon, hunger gnawed at him. His eyes glowed faintly, clearly spotting food on cafeteria tables 100 meters away. He reached into the air—a chicken leg slowly materialized in his hand, piece by piece.

"When did I eat that chicken leg?"

Student A stared at his empty plate. The chicken leg had vanished? Had he forgotten? But not even a bone remained! Stolen? He’d saved it for last. Damn it! He glared at Student B beside him.

"Tastes great."

Shan Xi chewed heartily, grinning, oblivious to the rift he’d caused between two buddies.

Matter Transfer used Magic Power to decompose matter into quantum states for relocation and reconstruction. It resembled ordinary Telekinesis Magic but differed fundamentally. The difficulty was worlds apart.

Quantum-state matter was pure energy, like heat—unblockable by physical barriers. You could retrieve items from safes remotely. Yet, reconstruction demanded deep familiarity with the object. The mental strain rivaled explaining string theory with math. Difficulty scaled geometrically with size, mass, and composition.

...

Qi Jun swaggered over, flanked by two girls, with Pan Song and Xu Wentang trailing. His grin was vicious.

Su Fangwen’s eyes burned with fury as she glared at him. Qi Jun merely sneered, then lit up seeing Bai Lingyue and Katherine.

Honestly, Yan Lingxuan had no beef with Qi Jun. Flashy looks and arrogance were fine. But now he clutched two school beauties: second-year Wu Fanghan and third-year Zhou Mengying.

Though obsessed with MGI, Yan was still a teenage boy. He’d secretly researched one girl, hiding it from his otaku trio.

Zhou Mengying

Cloud Gate City No. 2 High School, third-year.

Bust: 85 cm

Waist: 63 cm

Hips: 83 cm

Cup: C (85 cm upper bust minus 69 cm underbust = 16 cm)

Height: 162 cm

Hobbies: makeup, jewelry, shopping

Address: XX Road, XX Building, XX Unit, Cloud Gate City

Family: Father XXX, Mother XXX

Recalling Zhou’s stats, Yan’s heart ached. He’d never admitted it—not even to his otaku comrades—he’d always been her fan. Valhalla girls were stunning but oceans away. A vibrant teen like him should seize nearby happiness. 85-63-83, C-cup? High schoolers shouldn’t have devilish numbers like that. Her smile was angelic...

Now ruined. She clung to Qi Jun, giggling flirtatiously. His hand brushed her chest—way past friendship. Remembering her poor family yet constant new clothes... so that’s how.

Real girls suck. Damn her for tricking my pure heart, bitch! I’ll never trust love again. (When did you have love?)

Yan’s gaze swept dismissively over Zhou, then locked on Qi Jun. Damn real-life winner! Die a million times!

The three otaku comrades across the table felt the same. All grudges vanished—they reformed an unbreakable front!

"Hmph."

Qi Jun ignored Yan Lingxuan. Trash wasn’t worth his time. He noticed Su Fangwen instead—the prettiest first-year, rivaling Zhou Mengying beside him. Yet she was overshadowed by the other two girls.

"You’re Yan Lingxuan from Class 1-E, right? One of those otaku group freaks?"

"Otaku just get turned on by anime, huh? You probably jerk off to cartoon characters daily?"

Qi Jun left the taunting to others. Xu Wentang and Pan Song glared menacingly at Yan.

Their malice sparked Yan’s anger. Sure, he jerked off to anime sometimes—but not daily. Five or six times a week was normal, right? (←＿←)

"What’s ‘jerking off’?"

Bai Lingyue cut in before Yan could retort. She tilted her head, innocent and pure. Everyone except Katherine froze in shock.

Confused by their stunned faces, Bai Lingyue turned to her brother.

"You’re so dumb. Don’t you know what ‘jerking off’ is?"

Katherine answered, looking down at her like she was clueless.

"Then explain it."

Bai Lingyue pursed her lips. She was Valhalla Academy’s top mage—first in magic and academics. Not dumb at all!

Amid the boys’ tension, Katherine declared confidently:

"‘Jerking off’ is a game. Like those ship-girl or plane-girl competitions everyone talks about."

"Really?"

Wrong! Totally wrong! Katherine was just as clueless. Were Valhalla students this innocent?

"Nope. ‘Jerking off’ isn’t just a game."

Yan Lingxuan stepped in to save their skewed common sense:

"It’s a super intense sport. Pushes your body to its limits. A tough technical skill only strong guys handle. A stud like me jerks off five or six times weekly—easy."

"Oh, I see."

"Mm, such extreme exercise isn’t for everyone."

Katherine and Bai Lingyue admired him. Yan basked in it.

Su Fangwen wanted to correct them but choked on the shame.

"Hey, how many times weekly can you three jerk off? I do over six. You can’t be weaker than me, right?"

Yan smiled at Qi Jun, Xu Wentang, and Pan Song. Bai Lingyue and Katherine watched them questioningly.