San Tian Liang Jiao

Chapter 803 Startling Monologue! Hirata's World!

Please note that the "Hirata" appearing in this volume, as well as "The World of Hirata," refers to the character and chapters in *Nihonbashi Koukou Danzoku Eizou Kenkyuukai* (lit. *Amazing Japanese High School Students*). It has nothing to do with the story of "Hirata Hideichi" in the previous text.



Feng Wang and the other two hadn't recovered from their surprise when the scene changed.

Moreover, this scene change was done like a title sequence CG.

They suddenly lost control of their bodies and entered a first-person perspective...

Soon, a gray sky appeared before their eyes, and then, the camera moved down... A three-dimensional street scene appeared in the picture.

In a place like a rooftop, there was a left hand... To be precise, a human left hand... Picking up a comic book. A second later, another right hand turned the page.

At that moment, the camera "penetrated" a two-dimensional world.

The art style of this world was simple and rough... It looked like the world of a gag manga.

[Our, tomorrow's...] Accompanied by the changing images, a piece of music rang in the players' ears.

[Light's, ahead's...]

[Eyes', depths'...]

The song sang on, and the camera kept moving and shifting...

[Under the vast sky's...]

[The door to dreams'...]

The images in this CG shifted from a four-eyed guy wearing green, sitting in a shop eating ramen, to gloomy-faced baseball players on the TV screen in the ramen shop... Then back to the four-eyed guy... Then to a female anchor on TV... Then back to the four-eyed guy...

It repeated in this way, switching between the ramen-eating guy and many seemingly unrelated characters and scenes.

[Glory, definitely...]

[The power of tears, the power of the heart, definitely...]

[At the end of freedom's... The promise! The grease on the hand...]

[Nihonbashi Koukou Danzoku Eizou Kenkyuukai!]

The song wasn't particularly good. Whether it was the lyrics, melody, or arrangement... everything exuded an atmosphere of "seriously spoofing," but... it made people feel--cool!

When the whole song finished, the messy, nonsensical montage of shots also ended.

The next second, Feng Bujue and Wang Tanzhi regained control of their bodies.

The environment around them had become an empty meadow.

The terrain here was slightly sloping, and the green grass was lush.

The sky looked a little gloomy, and the gentle breeze that swept past made them feel a slight chill.

[It's about time... I should come clean with you guys, right?] Suddenly, a slightly hoarse, lazy male voice rang out.

"Did you hear that?" Feng Bujue looked at Xiao Tan and asked.

"Yeah..." Xiao Tan replied, "I heard it very clearly..."

The reason they had this exchange was because... the voice they "heard" at this moment was abnormal.

The sentence wasn't received through their "ears," but appeared directly in their minds. It was like... a system voice.

[My name is Hirata Hirao.]

[I'm a little different.]

[I've realized...]

[I've realized that I'm actually a character in a manga.]

"Oh? Is it Hirata-kun?" Feng Bujue's eyes changed slightly, and many clues connected in his mind, sweeping away the mental fatigue that had accumulated. "Heh... this... explains everything."

"Ah! I think I've seen this story before." Wang Tanzhi's eyes lit up at this moment, and he said softly to Jue Ge, "It's called *The World of Hirata*, right? I think I watched the Chinese dubbed version."

Pfft--pfft-pfft--pfft-pfft--

Before Xiao Tan could finish speaking, several strange noises came from not far away.

At the same time, his peripheral vision caught... several dark shadows falling from the sky, landing on the grass only a few meters away from him and Jue Ge.

"Hoh? This is quite unexpected..." Feng Bujue turned his head, looked at the "things" that had fallen on the grass, and said with a sneer.

"Hey... Jue Ge... what's going on?" Two seconds later, Xiao Tan also saw the true appearance of the dark shadows. His scare value soared instantly, and he suddenly felt that... some parts of this so-called "gag manga" world... were even more terrifying than a real horror movie.

[At first... I was full of curiosity about this world.]

[Based on my understanding of general manga, I imagined some possible plots.]

[And all of that... happened one by one.]

As Hirata spoke, Feng Bujue's gaze moved over the pile of bloody corpses on the ground.

[I wanted a rival, and he appeared.]

Listening to his words, Feng Bujue's gaze stopped on a corpse with white underwear on its head. This corpse was relatively fat, with a pair of blue shoulder pads, wearing white shorts, white (with black knees) knee-high socks, and cyan sneakers. He also wore a pair of white wristbands on his hands.

[He had underwear on his head, a pair of demon ears, and a moe hairstyle on his head like a ball of fluff full of things to make fun of. He was obviously a shorty who couldn't be any shorter, but he claimed to be my love rival.]

[Although I don't know his name, he said the name of my "lover"... Koyō (Japanese pronunciation: Yo-chan).]

Jue Ge's gaze moved again, shifting to another corpse. The appearance of this corpse was simpler to describe... a middle-aged uncle wearing blue swimming trunks, relatively tall, thin, and with a buzz cut.

[Koyō is an uncle chewing on something strange. It's more like Uncle Koyō than Koyō.]

[Just as I was thinking about whether to just give Koyō to that shorty, Rival-bro said that I was a "martial artist," so I thought... did I have a master or something?]

Hearing this, Xiao Tan couldn't help but look at the ground... The corpse he looked at was no longer human in form. It felt like... this could only be considered a humanoid creature that the author tried to draw as a person but failed.

The creature's head was a roughly drawn oval, with eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth filling the entire face; its body was even thinner than its head, like a long strip; the front of its torso had a fishbone-like structure, with a dozen or so interlocking abdominal muscles; its limbs were all very short, and its arms were thicker and longer than its legs.

[Then, a disgusting-looking master appeared, saying that I was the heir to the Oshi Oshi Oshi Fist.]

[There was no choice... I could only try to unleash a finishing move. As a result, when I put my palms together, I released my master's twin brother.]

"Ah... I see them..." Feng Bujue looked at a corpse lying next to the "master," with an appearance identical to his, and muttered.

[After defeating the vulnerable rival, the masters also said something that seemed to be the main plot... defeat the Demon King.]

If the "master's" appearance was still "trying to draw a human but failing," then the Demon King's art style could be described as "giving up on treatment." He had a face similar to "Koyō's," and although he was only wearing underwear on his lower body, it was at least normal. However... his torso was like layers of mochi stacked together, and two rows of thin, soft hairs floated on both sides of his torso... From a distance, he looked like a centipede with a human head and long legs.

[However, not long after the Demon King appeared, he coughed up blood and died due to his chronic illness...]

"Yeah... it really is *The World of Hirata*..." After listening to that voice for so long, Xiao Tan basically remembered the entire plot of that animation, "But... how do I remember that only the 'Rival' and the 'Demon King' died... the other three characters should be alive..."

[When Koyō and the two masters threw me into the sky and shouted "Banzai," I realized...]

At this moment, Hirata Hirao's tone changed...

It became low and sinister...

[I am a character in a gag manga.]

[From the beginning of the story, I was just a joke.]

[A laughable rival, a laughable lover, laughable masters, a laughable Demon King.]

[A laughable, short life...]

[There are no inseparable bonds, no unforgettable love, no inherited kindness, and no passionate battles.]

[All I have is the ability to make fun of everything that appears before my eyes.]

[I can't bring people to tears, and people don't care about my feelings.]

[I don't want to accept this kind of life, but I can't escape this cycle.]

[Every time someone opens a manga, opens a webpage, opens a file, or plays a recording... I have to repeat this endless nightmare again.]

[I've had enough!]

[So, I killed them...]

[I want you to understand, I...]

"...am not a joke character for you to make fun of."

That last sentence changed from a "system voice" narration to a form of dialogue.

Before the words could fade, Feng Bujue and Wang Tanzhi both looked in the direction of the voice.

They saw... a figure had appeared on the lawn behind them at some point.

It was a man wearing a light green long-sleeved sweater, gray trousers, and with medium-length hair. His appearance was very ordinary, very unremarkable. Just like his name... Hirata Hirao. If it were some kind of hot-blooded shonen manga, a character like him would only be an extra.

But here, in *The World of Hirata*, he is the protagonist.

"Heh... talking about being for us to make fun of..." Feng Bujue smiled, looked at Hirata calmly and replied, "I don't understand what you're saying?"

"Denying it is useless." Hirata's tone became fierce, "Kosuke Kindaichi, Shintaro Imaizumi..." His gaze swept across Jue Ge and Xiao Tan's faces, "Those aren't your real names, are they..." He raised his head and sneered, "I know, you are... players."