MTL - Marine’s Thunder God of One Piece - Chapter 4 Test, is the fruit toxic?

——”You like to peek at your sister’s game so much?”
——”No, narcissist.”
——”Oh. Then… why is the support ring in your hand marked with my name?”
Wen Qi—competition leader, captain of the school’s women’s basketball team, president of the student union. Everyone in Entai No. 1 Middle School knows the name Wen Qi.
But Bian Qian hates Wen Qi very much.
In the second year of high school, the arts and sciences were divided into classes, and the two of them were assigned to the same class by accident. Bian Qian became the class monitor, and inevitably came into contact with Wen Qi.
Early self-study:
Wen Qi: “Master squad leader, how do you pronounce this word?”
Bian smiled slightly: “There are notes below.”
Afternoon self-study:
Wen Qi: “Sir, I don’t have the test paper with me, can I read one with you?”
Bian smiled slightly: “Did you eat the test paper I just handed out?”
Evening self-study:
Wen Qi: “Sir, monitor, I don’t know how to do this question, please teach me.”
Bian Qian looked at the basic question, and screamed in his heart: You got 149 in the fucking math test, ask me what 1+1 equals?
After school:
Wen Qi: “Ban…”
Bian Qian: “Get lost!”
Bian Qian thought that she and Wen Qi had met for the first time, but she didn’t know that this encounter was actually a reunion that Wen Qi had planned for a long time.
Bian Qian×Wen Qi 1v1
Lightning protection: It has something to do with school violence. After the matter is resolved, there will be cookies.
Content tags: strong, soft spot, match made in heaven, campus
Search keywords: Protagonist: Bian Qian, Wen Qi┃Supporting role: Su Yitong, Shi Huaishen┃Others:

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«Bleh.» — Imp. An Imp, a monster known to kill with a grin, a demon of the world, a creature of incredible might! Something that no force in the world can stand against! At least that’s what the Main Character would like himself to be, the reality is very different, however.

Exactly that Imp stumbles along a path of unfortunate fortunes and grows through it, in a world that hates its very existence.

It grows more intelligent, more powerful, simply better at whatever it needs to do. Amongst other things, that includes raising children, killing Soldiers, and carving wooden figurines for money.

ln the Higher Realm.{Ehhh! It’s started?} an entity exclaimed.{Yeah, but like, what the hell—she gave the golden finger to him? Of all people, someone useless and a scheming bastard?} another shot back, clearly not having it.{Someone Immediately Stop him he's corrupting the system!} An entity roared before they could even get ready for see how had had been chosen!___On Earth.[System Integration... 1%A wicked grin spread across his face. This was his chance—a chance to do something no one in those web novels and mangas and animes had ever done. To corrupt the system!minute later....[System integration... 85%...][System integration... 99%...][Integration complete!] It ran one last time...“Did I succeed?”And so the journey started.

“I saw with my own eyes that they used the finest, rustproof refined steel to make utensils and cans, filling them with just a little food, then casually throwing them away after eating.”“I saw with my own eyes that they used giant beasts as tall as mountains to devour soil and rocks, digging out underground cities, just to park their steel carriages beneath the surface.”“I saw with my own eyes that they fed glowing ores into an everlasting stellar furnace, unleashing a radiance brighter than the sun.”“I saw with my own eyes all those indescribable things.”“Their iron birds covered the sky, their steel ships filled the ocean, their war machines tore the earth asunder, and their gods walked upon the world.”“You must think I’m mad.”“But it doesn’t matter.”“It has already seen you.”——————Oil is Its blood.Thick smoke is Its breath.Ore and steel are Its food.The countless cargo ships in the harbors are Its myriad offspring.The place of origin stamped in the corner is Its silent mockery.They claim they are mere mortals.Child, you’d best not argue.You must understand:Their technology is beyond comprehension.Their production capacity is unimaginable.A mere glimpse of their creations will drive you insane.Their morale surpasses even the most fanatical worshippers of dark gods.How will you stop them?With your sword, child? Or your flesh and blood?You should be grateful that they still consider themselves mortals.——————“I’ve finished building my factory, and now you’re telling me this world runs on idealism?!”“Wait, then what the hell did I just create?”