Chapter 3, Meddling in Others' Affairs

Wu Yuanqiu was not inclined to inquire further about the drunken man from before, nor the reason for his disturbance, as it was of no concern to him. He merely nodded, smiled at the child, and then returned to his room

Such incidents are quite common in the impoverished areas of Japan, where the streets are filled with intoxicated individuals at midnight. There are numerous occurrences of banging on doors, ringing doorbells, kicking trash cans, and urinating in public. The security officers at Japanese police boxes are often equipped with blankets, ready to wrap up any drunken man causing a disturbance to prevent harm to themselves or others, and then take them back to the police box to sober up—this has become one of the primary responsibilities of the Japanese security police.

Great, it seems quite good!

After falling down twice in a row and vomiting uncontrollably, the drunken man was completely under the influence of alcohol. At this moment, he was utterly disoriented and had lost all ability to resist, being dragged down the stairs by Wu Yuanqiu like a dead dog, and then unceremoniously thrown onto the street like garbage

Open the door, otherwise you won't be able to work tomorrow

Wu Yuanqiu felt even more unlucky, casually tossing aside the wig, and then grabbing the back collar of the drunkard, dragging him towards the stairs

He does not possess an extremely extreme personality; he will not stubbornly continue on a path until he hits a wall, nor will he attempt to break through the wall after having hit it. He can be considered a rather rational person, aware of the importance of cutting losses. However, once he has made a decision, he does not hesitate to invest time and effort into trying, nor does he shy away from taking risks

The drunkard heard the noise, let out a belch, turned to look at him, and mumbled a curse: "Baka! Mind your own business, close the door, don't... belch, don't ask for trouble!"

"Mixed breed, how dare you hit me..."

He had never considered these things before; if one could cultivate immortality, if one could obtain extraordinary power, who would still care about the power and wealth of the mundane world

I never expected that a bald person would have such a fighting advantage

It is just a trivial matter, not worth worrying too much about. It is better to return and continue planning a new direction for life.

That is to choose one among baseball, soccer, and basketball

However, this sport has relatively low requirements for physical fitness, at least not decisive ones, and emphasizes the use of strategy in playing, relying heavily on teamwork, which makes it difficult to fully utilize one's own strengths

Previously, I intended to marry nine wives, but now it seems that there is no longer any hope for that

If given the choice between becoming the richest person on Earth and being the only cultivator in the world, 99% of people would likely choose the latter

You are a fool!

He was once again scheming there, contemplating how to use the Demon Refining Pot and his talents to play basketball, just as he had two years ago when he figured out the environment and decided to acquire extraordinary powers, immediately taking the "Commoner Fertilizer" to bribe the treant.

The sound insulation in cheap apartments is generally poor. Although it is not as if he is kicking the door of Wu Yuanqiu, it sounds quite similar to that. He was disturbed in his thoughts and felt somewhat displeased. He opened the door and peeked out, discovering a drunken man—a typical Japanese, in his fifties, thin as a monkey, now filled with alcohol, the stench of liquor overwhelming, making one feel nauseous. He was kicking and banging on the wall next door with great force, looking aggressive, as if he was ready to break in.

He said straightforwardly: "Hey, you! Yes, you, stop drinking and get home quickly!"

He was just speaking out of anger earlier. Although he lives on the second floor, throwing someone down wouldn't necessarily kill them, but the nature of the situation would change. He certainly does not want to attract the attention of the police—if he truly were not afraid of the police, with his skills honed over two years in "The World in the Pot," he could easily knock this drunkard into the hospital with a single punch, and there would be no need to keep gently pushing against his chest.

Football is relatively less prominent, but it is developing rapidly, with the number of fans continuously increasing and players earning more and more. It is also a very good choice, although the professional lifespan is relatively short and it relies heavily on talent. Simply being fast or having a high jump is not very useful; what is needed is a sense of the ball at one's feet. Those who start late may find it more challenging.

Indulging in Haise can relieve stress, dispel sadness, and soothe the mood; gaining ten pounds after a breakup is precisely how it happens

As the saying goes, those with great skill are bold; if one cannot defeat the treant, how can one defeat you? Wu Yuanqiu is certainly not a timid person who shies away from trouble. Upon hearing this drunkard still cursing and swearing, it was clear that reason could not be applied. He directly went out barefoot and pushed him down onto the ground, saying: "Do you not understand human language? Hurry up and get lost, or I will throw you down from the top of the building!"

This is also a key point

I have never had any contact with baseball and am not particularly interested in it. However, top baseball players earn very high incomes, often with annual salaries in the hundreds of millions of yen, and there are several who earn over a billion yen. Moreover, this sport has a long professional lifespan, with many players able to continue playing into their forties, making the earning period quite lengthy, which seems to be relatively worthwhile

Hurry up and open the door, don't hide, I know you are home

He does not need to express gratitude; even if it were not to enhance his talent, he would still have to come out and kick that drunkard away due to the noise.

Horse racing can be ruled out for now; excellent jockeys are required to resemble monkeys, and the ability to achieve results primarily depends on the horse, which is not suitable

This is fine, it is now April, and the nighttime temperature is around ten degrees, which is not cold enough to cause death. The police on patrol here will take care of it, as Japanese police are quite adept at handling such situations

He browsed there for a while and discovered that the most profitable sports in Japan currently are baseball and soccer, which are neck and neck, sharing the top position. Following them is horse racing, and then basketball.

However, basketball is relatively less popular in Japan, with fewer spectators and lower player incomes. Nevertheless, it is the most suitable for oneself. With the physical fitness developed in the "world within the pot," even if one suddenly starts playing basketball now, even if one knows nothing, at least one can manage to be like Sakuragi Hanamichi

First, join the school's basketball team, then secure a spot in the IH regional competition, advance to the national tournament and achieve victory, followed by a three-peat championship. Finally, participate in the December draft as the Super MVP of the IH national tournament, stepping into the professional arena and transitioning to the NBA, where great fortunes await

Go to hell! Wu Yuanqiu is not accustomed to his bad habits. Once again, he pushed with his hand, and the drunkard felt a surge of force in his chest, causing him to involuntarily fly backward and crash heavily to the ground. Even with the numbing effect of alcohol, he felt as if his entire body had been shattered, unable to get up for a while, and even vomited.

It is regrettable

Wu Yuanqiu glanced briefly, then looked at the door he was kicking, recalling the little girl inside who resembled a small, young beast

A person who is drunk completely lacks rationality, essentially resembling someone with intellectual disabilities. The individual before me is no different; with just a push, he falls without realizing the absolute disparity in strength between us. Remarkably, he curses while getting back up, preparing to confront Akiyama Kumo.

The corridor was filled with a terrible stench, and Wu Yuanqiu was nearly sickened by it. Overcome with disgust, he covered his mouth and nose, avoiding the vomit as he reached out to grab the man's hair, attempting to lift him up. However, he was startled when he pulled; the man was bald and wearing a wig. With a sudden tug, he feared he had accidentally pulled too hard and caused a fatal accident.

It is a pity that a well-established urban cultivation life has come to an abrupt end, leaving only the option to shift to a typical urban fantasy narrative

Having eaten and drunk to satisfaction, Wu Yuanqiu felt a significant recovery in his mood and directly lay down on the tatami mat. He took out his phone and began to search for which sport in Japan is more profitable.

As Wu Yuanqiu finished throwing out the person, he clapped his hands and returned upstairs. Passing by the door that the drunken man had kicked earlier, he noticed that it was slightly ajar, still secured by a chain lock. Inside, a young woman was kneeling with a little girl in her arms, deeply bowing in gratitude, revealing her graceful and elongated neck. The little girl's face still bore traces of fear, her small body trembling slightly as she clutched tightly to her mother's clothing at the chest, clearly frightened.

He does not mind meddling in others' affairs. As the "Light of the Right Path," doing good deeds can enhance his physical fitness. He is preparing to become a basketball superstar, and being able to jump 0.01 millimeters higher is also a good thing

Wu Yuanqiu lay there browsing information online. Although he occasionally indulged in random thoughts, he had already passed the age of naivety and understood the importance of choosing a direction in life. Overall, he was quite serious, even going so far as to look up the historical performance of his school's basketball team—surprisingly, it was quite good. They had participated in national competitions, although they only played a minor role and returned after just one game. Nevertheless, they were one of the established strong teams in the region, with a solid foundation.

Bastard, open the door... hurry up and open the door! Do you hear me? Open the door for me right now! Hmph, have you forgotten who allows you to eat your fill?

By the way, there is also Akagi Haruko

He pondered there until after 11 PM, effectively investing all the time he usually spent training in "The World Inside the Pot." While he was preparing a list to purchase materials to build a basketball court in "The World Inside the Pot" for daily training, he suddenly heard a series of violent knocks on the door, accompanied by indistinct shouts.