[Crossover] My Quirk Is Wang Dachui

I, Wang Dachui, am a wonderful young man whom everyone loves and flowers bloom for. I excel in every area of moral, intellectual, physical, and artistic development. I'm fluent in English, German, French, and Japanese, have passed level 650 in piano, and even won a Nobel Prize in Literature. On top of all that, I have a whole crowd of women who adore me, fall in love with me, and can't get enough of me. Get lost, you lovesick fools! It's a beautiful, sunny day. Ignoring that couple of lovebirds, I'm practicing my spoken English in the woods: "I am so handsome." "I am so cool." "So many girls love me." Maybe I was too handsome and elegant, because I suddenly transmigrated. But in this world full of monsters and demons, I discovered that my advantages and unique charisma were completely useless. What good is being the global tennis and NBA champion here? These damn teenagers play murder tennis. What good is my sixty-million-yuan bed here? The freaking Black Cat King is made of money from head to toe. What good is this face and body, radiating handsomeness and dashing charm through every single one of its 365 degrees? Wait, that one might still be useful... For crying out loud, why do I have to start school from scratch? Don't you know I'm Wang Dachui, a highly educated graduate of Lanxiang Technical School, with perfect TOEFL and IELTS scores and expertise in excavator mechanics and repair? Isn't it insulting to make me attend this lousy Japanese middle school? Let me tell you, China stood up a long time ago. Don't bully us Chinese just because you think we don't know history. Give me another zero on Japanese history and see what happens. I'll transform into the king of Suzuran First High in a split second and rub you sadistic teachers, who give every student a failing grade, into the ground a hundred times over! Aizawa Shota looked at the file of the dead-eyed, utterly unremarkable boy on his desk, steepled his fingers under his chin like Conan, and said gravely, "Who was it that brought in this kid, anyway? D in every subject, Wang Dachui?" "Sorry, according to your foreigners' naming conventions, you should call me Dachui Wang. "And I suggest you show some basic professional ethics, teacher. So what if I got Ds in every subject? Looking down on me, are you? Discriminating against me? I got in on my own merits. If you can, expel me!" Aizawa gave him a wicked smile. "Sure." The next day, as outstanding as ever, I graduated from this school without a hitch, just as I'd hoped. Under Teacher Aizawa's wistful gaze, I walked out the front gate, slung my little bundle over my shoulder, and wondered: Should I go dig coal or dig coal? Sigh, it's such a wonderful problem to have. The above is the shameless rambling of my Quirk, Wang Dachui, and has nothing to do with me, Wang Dachui. Let me tell you, if I turn into the White-Clad Swordsman Wang Dachui with my Quirk today, you're all screwed. How dare you corner me and beat me up? Do you know who I am? My dad is Wang Gang! Think I won't make one phone call and get you all sent to juvenile detention in a split second? That's how cool and handsome I am. Hey, hey, hey, don't come any closer! Hero, have mercy! Strong warrior!