"Wow... Mom... Is that a monster?"

"He's wearing the same clothes as me, so why is he so tall?"

"Is he also a student? Could he be deformed?! I heard Mom say before that there are deformed people in this World."

"I don't even dare to go near him, and his hair is weird too. Why is it purple? Is he really a monster?"

"He's so tall, could he be a teacher pretending to be a student?!"

...

At the entrance of an elementary school, surrounding children in uniform clothes and carrying the same backpacks, boys and girls with youthful faces, all looked in one direction like they were observing human specimens in a laboratory, their faces full of curiosity.

Not just the students, even the parents who were dropping their children off at school were looking in that direction not far from the gate with astonishment.

"Whose child is this?"

"With that height, what has he been eating to grow like that?"

"This is the first time I've seen an elementary school student grow so tall."

"He's almost as tall as me. Is he really an elementary school student? It seems like he's a new student who just enrolled this year."

"This is too exaggerated! How did this child's parents raise him to be so big? I really want to ask them."

...

At the center of the gaze of the surrounding elementary school students and parents, a boy was standing there, eating snacks by himself.

The boy seemed as if he didn't see the strange looks around him, or perhaps he saw them but didn't care at all.

He just stood there quietly, holding a large bag of snacks bigger than his face, occasionally taking one out and putting it in his mouth, eating with an expression of enjoyment.

The boy had short purple hair, which stood out conspicuously among the crowd of people with black hair.

Besides that, his features were sharp and handsome, with a depth and maturity beyond his years on his youthful face.

But that was not his most noticeable feature.

What drew the most attention was his height.

He wore the same school uniform as those around him and carried the same backpack as the other students, but his height made him stand out like a crane among chickens in the bustling crowd of students.

His height was estimated to be at least 165 cm.

This height sounds normal, but on a 7-year-old first-grade elementary school student, it seemed too abnormal.

This boy was named Zijing Cheng, a transmigrator, and also a first-grade new student who had just enrolled this year.

It had been seven years since he came to this World.

He did not transmigrate with his soul, nor with his body, but was born into this World.

He was born directly from his mother's womb into this World.

At the same time he was born, a system also awakened in his mind.

Ding...

【Talent Template System loading...】

1%... 10%... 50%... 100%...

Ding...

【Talent System loaded successfully】

【Character Template matching...】

【Character Template matching...】

1%... 10%... 50%... 100%...

Ding...

【Character Template matched successfully】

【Beginning fusion with Atsushi Murasakibara's talent template...】

【Please slack off or eat snacks to increase fusion progress】

And so, Zijing Cheng began his plan to slack off and eat snacks.

However, although he had lived two lives, after so many years of slacking off and constantly eating snacks, his personality and habits had gradually changed.

Now, he was used to carrying a large bag of snacks wherever he went, and every day he looked lazy and sleepy.

After seven years of effort, his fusion progress had now reached 85%.

【Atsushi Murasakibara Character Template Fusion Progress... 85%...】

For so many years, the system had only shown this screen and had never changed.

Zijing Cheng had gotten used to it.

He was not in a hurry.

Because, although he had not fully fused with the character panel, his body had already begun to be affected by the talent.

He was now 7 years old, but his height was 165 cm, already a giant among his peers.

He naturally knew Atsushi Murasakibara, the center of the Generation of Miracles in "Kuroko's Basketball".

At first, he thought he had transmigrated into the World of "Kuroko's Basketball".

But after a few years of understanding, by chance, he learned that he had actually transmigrated into the World of "Slam Dunk".

The place he was currently in was Hokkaido in the country of Japan.

Although he had awakened a system and had Atsushi Murasakibara's talent template, he had no intention of playing basketball.

At least for now, he didn't want to.

Now, he looked reluctantly at the school gate in front of him, his gaze falling on the five gilded characters "Fuyanjie Elementary School" printed on the gate.

He never expected that after transmigrating, he would have to go to school again.

Zijing Cheng withdrew his gaze, did not linger at the school gate for long, ignored the looks and discussions of the people around him, and directly stepped forward and walked in.

He just walked on his own, completely ignoring everything around him, holding a large bag of chocolate sticks and constantly stuffing them into his mouth, muttering while chewing.

"Ah... the flavor today is pretty good!"

Everywhere he passed, the turn-around rate was 100%, but no one dared to approach him.

Before long, Zijing Cheng entered the teaching building.

"Which one is my classroom again?"

For a moment, he couldn't remember.

Crunch... crunch... crunch...

After eating the last potato chip, Zijing Cheng licked his fingers, and suddenly raised an eyebrow.

"I remember now, it's Class B."

Soon, he arrived at the door of Class 1-B.

But the moment he stepped into the classroom, the originally noisy classroom suddenly seemed like the pause button had been pressed, and the entire classroom suddenly became quiet.

All the students in the classroom had the same expression, all staring blankly at Zijing Cheng standing at the door.

Zijing Cheng just glanced around the classroom and then withdrew his gaze.

He didn't look at these little brats, but instead took out a box of tasty sticks from his backpack.

Just like that, in front of the whole class, he opened the tasty sticks, unwrapped the packaging, and started eating.

Gulp...

At that moment, in the originally quiet classroom, soft sounds of swallowing could be heard.

The elementary school students in the class all stared fixedly at the tasty sticks in Zijing Cheng's hands, and some even had saliva unconsciously dripping down.

But none of them dared to ask Zijing Cheng for any, because Zijing Cheng's height was too tall for them, and they felt instinctive fear.

Time slowly passed in this strange atmosphere.

After an unknown amount of time, an elegant figure walked in from outside the classroom.

She was the homeroom teacher of Class 1-B.

But the moment she walked into the classroom, she was completely stunned and dumbfounded.

In front of her was someone about her height... um... who looked like a student based on the clothes, but the height and that head of purple hair made something feel off.

Besides that, this guy in front of her was still eating... what seemed to be snacks.

Most importantly, all the students below were looking at this guy with eager and longing eyes.

This scene made her brain short-circuit for a moment, and she didn't know what to do.

It seemed like a long time passed before the homeroom teacher finally snapped out of her daze and spoke to Zijing Cheng in front of her.

"This... student?"

She was a bit uncertain whether this person, about her height, was a student.

She had never seen a first-grader grow so tall.

Hmm?

Zijing Cheng, who was eating tasty sticks, turned around and saw the homeroom teacher looking at him with curiosity and confusion.

"Who are you?"

Hearing this, the homeroom teacher's mouth twitched.

"I am the homeroom teacher of this class. This student, if you are a student in this class, could you please return to your seat first?"

Crunch... crunch... crunch...

Zijing Cheng swallowed a whole tasty stick and then licked his fingers.

"Oh... okay..."

As he spoke, Zijing Cheng scanned the classroom and then turned back to the homeroom teacher.

"Where should I sit?"

Looking at Zijing Cheng's confused expression, the homeroom teacher's eyelids twitched a few times, and then she took a deep breath.

"Just sit at the very back!"

"Oh..."

Zijing Cheng responded and then walked to the seat by the window in the last row of the classroom.

Seeing Zijing Cheng return to his seat, the homeroom teacher finally walked back to the podium and began her introduction.

"Hello, students. From today on..."

Crunch...

Just then, a crisp sound suddenly rang out in the classroom.

Everyone looked toward the source of the sound.

There, Zijing Cheng was enjoying a newly opened tasty stick.

Seeing this, the homeroom teacher gritted her teeth secretly, her gaze at Zijing Cheng full of anger.

"This student, eating is not allowed during class."

Crunch...

Zijing Cheng seemed not to hear and continued eating his tasty stick.

"This student, could you please put away your snacks?"

The homeroom teacher continued to persuade.

Crunch...

Another sound of a tasty stick being bitten.

This time, the homeroom teacher could no longer endure it, and she glared at Zijing Cheng and shouted loudly.

"Put away your snacks..."

Her voice was earth-shattering, scaring the whole class, and some timid ones even burst into tears.

Zijing Cheng belatedly looked up and saw the homeroom teacher glaring at him angrily.

"What's the matter?"

Hearing this, the homeroom teacher almost stumbled off the podium.

She suppressed her anger, smiled, and said through gritted teeth, word by word, to Zijing Cheng.

"Could you please put away your snacks first? It's class time now, and eating... snacks... is... not... allowed..."

"Oh... okay!"

Only then did Zijing Cheng reluctantly put the tasty sticks back into his backpack.

Whew...

Seeing Zijing Cheng put away his snacks, the homeroom teacher let out a long sigh of relief and continued introducing herself.

But Zijing Cheng had no interest in this, yawned, and began to feel drowsy.

His lazy appearance of eating and then dozing off naturally did not escape the homeroom teacher's eyes.

She only felt a pain in her liver and didn't want to say anything more.

After all, it was only the first day of school, and more patience was needed. There would be plenty of time later, and students like Zijing Cheng could be disciplined slowly.

And so, Zijing Cheng began his miserable, lazy, and listless elementary school life.

When Zijing Cheng was in the first grade of elementary school