Ye Xuan naturally did not have such thoughts; rather, having gained power made him feel the value of knowledge even more accurately.
It’s fine now since he obtained Wang Quan Baye's Template and doesn't need to worry too much about these things. But for those who gain abilities based on imaginative development, it is difficult to exert the full power of those abilities without excellent scholarship.
However, this was just his opinion; everyone has different thoughts and makes different choices.
Although it seems strange to still have to go to school and even take the College Entrance Examination after gaining power, at least as of now, there has been no report of any student who gained power subsequently giving up studying and abandoning the College Entrance Examination.
For Ye Xuan, after obtaining the System and merging with Wang Quan Baye's Template, he no longer had an urgent need for good grades, so going to school was more interesting than staying home alone.
Ye Xuan stood up, stretched, and then went to wash up and sleep.
It wasn't early anymore; it was already ten o'clock after finishing his homework. Now it was almost midnight, and he had to wake up early tomorrow.
His home was close to the school, and due to his special circumstances, he was registered as a day student. Normally, he should have been a boarder, but that would require waking up at six in the morning for morning reading sessions; day students had it easier, needing to arrive before seven.
The next day.
When Ye Xuan opened his eyes, the morning light was filtering through the gap in the curtains, and the power circulating within his body left him momentarily dazed.
“It really wasn't a dream from yesterday.”
The surging sense of power instantly brought back the memory of his Fishing experience last night and merging with Wang Quan Baye's youthful Template; the majestic Sword Qi surged within him like a rushing river.
He got up and walked to the bathroom. After washing up, he instinctively prepared to put on his school uniform, but his gaze fell upon the blue and white robe gifted by the System.
Times have changed. Since someone successfully Awakened by cosplaying an Anime character, more and more Young People have started wearing the costumes of characters from Anime and Film and Television works as daily attire. Although schools still maintain the school uniform system, they turn a blind eye to this.
There’s nothing that can be done; fantasy items that Descend to Reality have no nationality, but the people who obtain them do.
The abilities of the characters imagined by Humans are so strong—some are powerful enough to easily destroy cities or nations. What if a country with bad relations Awakens a powerful Character Template? Wouldn't that be disastrous?
Therefore, every country hopes to have more awakened powerhouses, and naturally, restrictions in these areas have become much looser.
Ye Xuan hadn't done this before, partly because he didn't think his luck could be that good, and partly because he felt it was a bit too chuunibyou; after all, he was a transmigrator and was long past that age.
At most, he would try it in private; he would never wear it directly into school.
But now it was different. Was it still chuunibyou if he obtained a Template after not having one?
That was the real Wang Quan Baye Descending to Reality, alright.
He put on the blue and white robe, tied the belt, and wore the Wang Quan Sword at his side. The youth in the mirror had clear features; faint golden patterns flowed across the blue fabric, and the ancient, imposing sword at his waist had the characters "Wang Quan" faintly glowing on its hilt.
But the most eye-catching thing was his temperament—it was the confidence and composure belonging to a young Swordsman, as if everything in the world could be cleaved by a single sword strike. A lock of hair in front of his forehead moved without wind, and the spirit in his eyes made the entire outline of his figure appear exceptionally sharp.
At this moment, Ye Xuan looked like a Swordsman who had stepped out of an ink wash painting, possessing an indescribable charm in every movement.
He smiled at the mirror, and the young Swordsman in the reflection curved his lips in response.
A good feeling.
Ye Xuan glanced at the time and pushed the door open.
At the entrance of Wutong Alley, the rising white mist mixed with the rich aroma of Steamed Buns hit his nostrils. Ye Xuan stood in front of the breakfast stall and skillfully recited his order:
“Uncle Zhang, twelve meat Steamed Buns, six vegetable Steamed Buns, and three cups of soy milk.”
“Put them in three separate bags.”
His gaze fell upon Uncle Zhang’s slightly peculiar attire: a red scarf hung around his neck like a Young Pioneers tie, a Tai Chi headscarf barely concealed his graying temples, and in his hand was a rolling pin—the size was normal, but the head was crudely painted with crooked green dragon patterns in red paint.
“Coming right up!”
Uncle Zhang instinctively replied, packed what Ye Xuan ordered, and froze when he looked up to greet him. His right hand hung in mid-air, and after a noticeable delay, he handed the packed Steamed Buns to Ye Xuan.
“Xiao Xuan, your outfit today…”
Then, as if remembering something, he suddenly realized:
“Oh, you’re also learning to cosplay an Anime character? I tell you, that’s harder than winning the lottery!”
Ye Xuan took the packed Steamed Buns, while Uncle Zhang was still rambling:
“Look at what I’m wearing, it’s supposed to be the full cosplay outfit of Steel Rod Master Xie. My daughter snatched it for me when it was on sale.”
“It comes with a two-meter-long prop rod. It’s not heavy, but it’s ridiculously long. Can you knead dough with something like that? It forced me to cut off both ends and turn it into a rolling pin.”
“And it cost me fifty yuan just to paint a dragon pattern on it!”
“The Tyrant Dragon Pattern, you know that, right? The Tyrant Dragon Pattern is…”
“Only Legendary Cooking Utensils have the Tyrant Dragon Pattern and the Auspicious Phoenix Pattern; Steel Rod Master Xie’s steel rod doesn't have them,” Ye Xuan kindly reminded him while paying.
“What did you say?”
“Then what was the fifty yuan I spent for?”
Uncle Zhang’s eyes widened.
“It counts as you being a fool,” the auntie selling flatbread across the way mocked loudly.
“You’re talking about Xiao Xuan wanting to Awaken an Anime character, but I think you old thing is the one who wants to!”
“You haven’t even watched Little Master Chef, yet you want to Awaken Master Xie’s Inheritance? You should see if you can even lift that steel rod!”
“Hahahaha!”
“Get lost, just because I haven’t watched it doesn’t mean you have,” Uncle Zhang cursed, slamming his rolling pin heavily onto the board. However, looking at Ye Xuan’s receding back and that indescribable Swordsman temperament, he couldn't help but mutter quietly.
“Don’t say it, Xiao Xuan actually looks the part in that outfit.”
Meanwhile, Ye Xuan carried his breakfast to the school entrance. His gaze swept over the bustling crowd wearing all sorts of different clothes, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.
Even though he had seen it many times, the scene before him still seemed incredible every time.
Those who knew, knew this was a school; those who didn't might have thought this was the entrance to a Comic Convention.
There were people wearing the black robes with red clouds of the Akatsuki from Naruto, the Shinigami uniform from Bleach, some wearing the sailor suits from Sailor Moon while holding glittering "Moon Prism Power Makeups," and quite a few wearing different outfits of Sun Wukong, carrying staffs.
It seemed every Anime character you could imagine was here, and even beyond Anime.
Those properly wearing school uniforms had actually become the minority—no, perhaps it should be said that everyone except the few focused solely on studying didn't wear them at all.
Even the previously most rigid Zhuren was wearing Gojo Satoru’s blindfold from Jujutsu Kaisen today, although it looked more like something used to cover dark circles.
But Gojo Satoru can see the road while covering his eyes; can you see the road too?