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“Using cosplay to perform a battle against the pig-headed monster, you two are perfectly suited to the role. I will write a few programs to increase the exposure of your videos.”
"No, that's too flashy. Let's write some humorous jokes, like puns or jokes about events."
"It won't generate much buzz. Teitan Academy is ultimately just a dark chapter in the history of an academy. Given the netizens' memory, the buzz will only last for a week at most."
As they discussed their plans, the taxi arrived at Bai Zhi's dormitory.
Bai Zhi reluctantly paid the fee, carried her suitcase up the stairs, looked at the open dormitory door, and sighed.
"Even though I don't have a partner yet, I'm already feeling the burden of family. By the way, when did they get a key to my house?"
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Bai Zhi walked into her dormitory, which had a living room, a bedroom, and a bathroom. She put her suitcase in the living room, locked the door, and went to her bedroom.
As expected, Fubuki and Sykes lay on the bed without any hesitation, leaning against the wall, their bare feet dangling as they took off their shoes and socks.
The blue blanket covering her navel belonged to Bai Zhi three days ago, but now it has acquired a scent that doesn't belong to its owner.
"Hey, have you washed your feet?"
“A vulgar fellow,” Sykes said with disgust.
"Ahem, we girls are much stricter about hygiene than you think." Chuixue rolled her eyes at the other person, patted the empty left half of the bed, and invited Baizhi to come over and discuss it together.
Rolling her eyes, Bai Zhi went to the bathroom to tidy up before returning to her room and promptly lying down on the bed.
After discussing the live stream for another half hour, the three decided to use cosplay videos to attract viewers, but chose content featuring other unbelievable events on campus to avoid outsiders associating them with the people involved in the trending topics.
"The process of setting up the Fubuki Group's company is almost complete. Tomorrow, you and I will go to the official office. There are a lot of documents that need to be signed, and the initial capital and share allocation also require the parties involved to be present."
After finalizing the plan, Bai Zhi remembered the important matter at hand.
He received official information as he went upstairs.
The company creation process for the Fubuki Group has been approved. The next step is the tedious paperwork, which requires running around to various official agencies.
Angelica dahurica will never keep this 'honor' to herself.
Unaware of her friend's and subordinate's thoughts, Fubuki readily agreed.
"Honestly, I thought you only planned to pay us salaries when it came to giving us shares."
Sykes looked surprised.
To be honest, her and Fubuki's only contribution to the Fubuki group so far is gaining popularity through live streaming.
With this level of popularity, a few more ads would be enough.
"We agreed to be together, and I won't go back on my word," Bai Zhi said earnestly. "What I value is your future."
Going all in is a kind of wisdom, and it just so happens that I saw the ending in advance.
Why not gamble on a game you're guaranteed to win?
One-Punch Man: Rookie Entrepreneur - Chapter 89: The New Era Martial Arts Tournament
"Cheers!" x3
Cola, orange juice, and beer clinked glasses together.
Celebrating the official establishment of the Fubuki Group company.
"Damn it, I queued for four whole hours just to get a signature. What were those incompetent bastards thinking? A work hall of several hundred square meters only has three clerks. I could hire a few temporary workers who would be more efficient than those three guys."
The Coke slammed heavily onto the table, and the barbecue and braised ingredients they had bought even flew up for a moment.
While grumbling and complaining about the government's inefficiency, Fubuki grabbed a handful of lamb skewers, stuffed them into her mouth, and began to chew them heartily.
In front of outsiders, Fubuki would be mindful of her elegant and mature image, but in front of Baizhi and Sykes, there was no need for that.
Well, we've slept together before.
"No, let's talk this out properly. I can't afford to take responsibility if your reputations are damaged. Besides, you haven't been home for several days, aren't you worried about your families?"
After taking a swig of beer, Bai Zhi, whose alcohol tolerance was only average, had a flushed face from the alcohol. Fortunately, he didn't cause any trouble while drunk, and his behavior was much quieter than usual.
“It’s alright, they won’t care whether I’m home or not.” Sykes continued calmly, “There’s something to take care of with the Superpower Research Association, and there’s no need for you to dump the work of the secretariat on me.”
Sykes took a sip of orange juice. After the Blizzard Group was established, she was given the position of secretary-general, along with a whole bunch of documents to review.
She was stunned. She had only decided to start the company less than a week ago. Where did you find all these tasks to handle?
"The company's leased premises, employee recruitment, salaries and benefits, and future development direction..."
Bai Zhi briefly explained the difficulties faced by the Fubuki group, then looked at them with a puzzled expression.
With such a busy job, how do you manage to say you have free time?
"If we don't come to help, the money will be wasted, and the association's sponsorship fees may even have to be used to subsidize the Fubuki Group."
"Damn it, I promise you."
Sykes was furious and helpless, and resigned herself to her fate.
"Alright, alright, let's get busy for a bit, things will be easier later. Bai Zhi, Sykes, once the preliminary work is done, I'll treat everyone to a trip to the amusement park."
Bai Zhi and Sykes exchanged a glance, their expressions dismissive and disdainful, but seeing Chui Xue's bright eyes, neither dared to refuse.
"The third live stream will be a stage play performance inspired by cosplay. We'll ride the wave of trending topics to boost the popularity of the 'Blizzard Group,' and we'll also be posting recruitment ads." Bai Zhi broke the awkward silence and proactively changed the subject.
"What do you think of the New Era Martial Arts Competition? It generates buzz while avoiding getting involved in the Teitan Academy's disputes."
"Martial arts? Our advantage is superpowers, which have nothing to do with martial arts."
Lu Yi 7 yo I I8 俬罒 put the snow to rest.
They're not just unrelated, they're completely at odds.
Superpowered individuals are inherently incompatible with martial arts.
"No, pay attention to the prefix 'new era'."
Bai Zhi picked up the flyers from the sofa and handed them to Chuixue and Sykes:
"In this new era, there is a new atmosphere. This martial arts competition emphasizes innovation. As long as it is related to martial arts, whether it uses superpowers, bullets, firearms, or even mechs, it is in accordance with the rules. Perhaps the organizers' original intention was to use mockery of the martial arts community to boost their own reputation."
"They don't even ban the use of superpowers? That's going too far."
Fubuki took the martial arts competition flyer and quickly scanned it.
Bizarre rules appear every year, and they happen to take up half of the space on flyers.
"Leaving midway through the competition is not prohibited; a teammate designated by the contestant in advance can take his place. There is no limit to the number of participants; as long as the arena can accommodate them, they can fill in the gaps in the battle. This includes the use of both firearms and melee weapons; the battlefield is unpredictable, and any enemy you may encounter."
Fubuki rubbed her head, unsure of what to say.
The martial arts competition was strange from beginning to end.
Rather than selecting the strongest martial artist of the new era, they seem more concerned with whether they can attract certain people to participate.
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At this moment, in the main hall of the martial arts competition venue.
"Huh? The thing I asked you to inquire about, it's been so long and you haven't found a single clue. Do you think I'm easy to fool?"
Her clear yet haughty voice, seemingly that of a mature woman, revealed nothing but utter malice towards others.
"I'm sorry, Lady Tatsumaki. It was my fault for not being able to find an opportunity to be alone with Lady Fubuki."
The truth is, they return to their apartment building every day and night, and the only time they go out is to go home. During this period, the central authorities mostly stayed at home in their apartments. If they wanted to investigate, they couldn't just rush into the room to film while the other party was at home.
Moreover, what if you happen to see something you shouldn't see...
The private detective in a suit kept his head down, not daring to look the other person in the eye. Sweat of fear streamed down his face, but he dared not make any unnecessary moves.
Simply because the being before them was a powerful being beyond human comprehension.
"This is so inefficient, I'm starting to wonder if I've come to the wrong person, detective. May I ask who I should ask for help from to alleviate my loneliness and pain from not seeing Fubuki for three whole days?"
The trembling tornado, standing at 1.4 meters tall, was wearing a tight-fitting, dark green dress with a high slit that reached her abdomen.
Compared to the revealing clothing, the other party's powerful eyes revealed an extraordinary aura, a domineering and ruthless presence that penetrated to the bone.
There were nearly two hundred staff members in the entire lobby, yet not one of them dared to be distracted.
Because everyone knows that if the tornado gets impatient, it can easily destroy the hall, including everyone left inside.
There are only mispronounced real names, not misused nicknames.
The terrifying tornado, the ruthless methods that strike fear into the hearts of monsters, and the infamous reputation earned through sheer brutality.
"In the end, I still have to come up with a solution. The prize money from the martial arts competition is your allowance sponsored by your older sister. Fubuki, don't let your older sister down."
Tornado was bathed in a deep green light, leaning against the air like a girl next door taking a break from her busy schedule.
As long as you ignore her overwhelming aura and dispel the gaze of the ruthless official who loses control due to his sister complex, Tatsumaki Ai is quite easy to get along with.
Among the three laptops open in front of Fubuki, a video call was in progress, with several people kneeling on the other end of the call.
These guys, groveling before the tornado, are the creators and maintainers of the dark web.
Normally they are high and mighty, but when faced with Tornado's absolute power and violence, all they can do is rely on their own interests to build relationships.
Why not use Fubuki as a breakthrough point? Don't be ridiculous. Several capitalists have had similar ideas before.
Now? We need to go to the ocean and find a group of fish that hastily left, to see if we can piece together a group of individuals to survive.
One-Punch Man: Chapter Ninety - Older Sister
The morning sunlight streamed through the window and shone on my body, bathing half of my cheek in its warmth, awakening the protection of the sun's authority.
Bai Zhi opened her eyes, feeling the soft bedding behind her, and sighed helplessly.
He missed his bedding.
Bai Zhi got up, folded the bedding, put it away in the closet, and glanced back before heading to the kitchen to make breakfast.
On the bed next to her, Xue, who was not a good sleeper, had moved her head to the foot of the bed, and her fair right leg was crossed across Sykes' chest. Sykes had her eyes closed as if she was having difficulty breathing.
Several times now, ever since the night she accepted the dark web commission, Bai Zhi's dormitory has gone from being a single person's abode to a place for three people to live together.
Unfortunately, he was the one who slept on the floor.
"These two girls really trust me." Shaking her head, Bai Zhi placed the fried soft-boiled eggs and boiled soy milk on the dining table.
"Yawn~ A soft-boiled egg, Bai Zhi, you did a pretty good job with the details."
Fubuki and Sykes' newly adjusted biological clocks woke them up on time. After a quick wash, they sat down at the table to enjoy breakfast.
"Today is the day of the New Era Martial Arts Competition. The competition will last for three days. The first day will select the top 32 contestants, the second day will determine the top 4, and the third day will determine the champion and award ceremony. Only the top 16 will receive prize money. Bai Zhi, you must do your best to be selected for the competition on the second day and win a match."
Fubuki clenched her fist and waved it to cheer Bai Zhi on.
"I'll try my best," Bai Zhi said casually, taking a sip of soy milk.
With my own strength, I can easily complete the task if I don't encounter any top-seeded players.
"I was unlucky enough to run into a legitimate martial artist. It's okay if the weak ones are weak, but I'm afraid of running into a master-level expert."
The hype surrounding martial arts competitions in the new era may seem like a spectacle to outsiders, but for martial artists, it's a real insult.
At that time, it's easy to imagine how many martial artists who disapprove of the competition will personally attend, using their skills to demonstrate the power of martial arts and tarnish the reputation of this new era.
"The champion's prize is one million, and the prize money for the other participants adds up to about two million. In addition, the venue rental, celebrity endorsement, and advertising costs have cost at least five million. That's a lot of money. The organizers will definitely not let the New Era Martial Arts Competition become a joke, otherwise the damage would be huge."
Sykes put down her chopsticks and picked up a napkin to wipe the soy milk from the corner of her mouth.
"Let's go!" Fubuki shouted, excitedly leading her friends onto the road to the competition.
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At the W City Center Dome venue, a huge crowd of people sat in the stands, waiting for the contestants to enter.
"Do you really have to wear this tracksuit? Once we're in the ring, don't come near me, I'm afraid of embarrassing myself."
Wearing specially made, portable pale yellow trousers and a long shirt, Sykes's eyes twitched as she examined Bai Zhi's clothes.
A green tracksuit with the words "Fubuki Group" printed on the chest.
It's simple yet shrewd, but within that shrewdness lies a touch of refinement; in short, it's quite enigmatic.