Anime Where Mc Is A Genius Novels & Stories

A/N : I use the name Ming Yue as MC because of the meaning 'Bright Moon' and Ying Yue for the twin sister because the meaning 'Reflection of the Moon' there is a reason for that and it will be revealed in the later chapter. see you again in the next chapter! （＾ｖ＾）

The more tipped she gets the more loose her hips and I really think I’ve come up with a dozen new ways to break every bone in someone’s body. “Damn, that shite’s annoying.” Sokin growls, rubbing his ear, retreating to the opposing corner the Akuma are playing in. He brought his own bottle of spirits, and obviously listens but doesn’t fall into the debate of M.V.s that don’t exist in our world. I know I’m just being a rod because shite in Manga is no more real than ‘cars’ or motor vehicles any more than guns or football. At least there’s an actual story with interesting and well-thought-out plot twists. The shite that they go on about is brainless.

MC (sad): (mind) Am I so undesirable? Through the tears, you look down at your body. You have an Omega’s body, full and curvy. Your breasts are heavy and round, your hips wide so you can bear children. You have long hair and big, doe eyes. Although you are often pale and withdrawn, you don’t think you are ugly or unpleasant to the eyes. MC (angry): (mind) It’s all because I’m an omega. MC (angry): (mind) No one likes omegas!

“It’s good.” And he actually seemed to mean it. “I’m self-taught, so thank you,” I said, giving him a small smile, despite just wanting to sit down and drown my sorrow in a bucket of ice cream. Desperate for my small world of freedom, I turned to the big bicker one more time, hoping he had a heart. Or was very horny and my cleavage would work wonders for me. Although that would be a distant fantasy, seeing that these MC-boys always had their fair share of club-whores to do after a long day at work…

Meanwhile when Harley went to visit her grandmother all her grandmother wanted to talk about was Mikayla, so she thought Mikayla was everyone’s favorite. I almost laughed when she described herself as a loner and introvert. I didn’t believe it until she started talking about her favorite 90’s anime. It had a long complex name I won’t even attempt to recount. Something about teens piloting huge machines to fight alien angels, a “human instrumentality project”, and deep religious subtext. Anime is mainstream now, but back then it was still nerdy and obscure. We were so deep in conversation we walked right past her garage. When we made it back and she opened the rolling door I wasn’t surprised

I rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone to entertain myself while he cooks. "Solitaire? What are you, 50?" Alex suddenly said behind me making me flinch and I almost end up falling from my seat. "What the fuck? Don't scare me like that." I said while trying to calm myself down. "I never knew someone could be so immersed in solitaire." He said as he puts the plate down in front of me before taking a seat. "It's simple and entertaining. Don't judge me." I retorted. Alex puts his hands up in mock surrender. "Sorry, I didn't realize I was working for a senior citizen." He joked.

A cut. It's different. This one not matching the cut of the Nightmare Warriors that I have seen. This one has an image of a skull with a cross bone under it. Around the image in big bold white letters are the words Rejects MC. I narrow my eyes as his stands there with his arms crossed leaning against my car, smoking a cigarette. I march over, get in front of his vision and cross my arms matching his gesture. "Um excuse me sugar, but last I checked leaning against a person's hood was rude. Maybe your mamma didn't teach you that, but I can assure you it is." The stranger smirks then pulls his cigarette out of his mouth and flicks it away from the two of us.

I already tossed my heels away and was bare footed. “Here,” I offered and he smiled. His grin was the most perfect in the world, he didn’t have to show so much to appear captivating. I lowered on the next couch and grabbed a pack of my crunchy chips. I stuffed some into my moth and Devin decided to ask a question. “Isn’t this like a continuation of Naruto?” I turned to him and a smile crept on my lips, he had no idea how happy I was that he enjoyed anime too. “You watch Anime?”

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

But even if it sounds feminine, I really love it – I like my second name because it makes me feel like I have Japanese blood, and I like to watch and read isekai anime or manga about protagonists who are reincarnated in another world and become super strong. Just like that dream… Mundo da Fantasia. It’ll be nice if I get reincarnated to that beautiful world and be an overpowered character! Just like the newest anime I’m into. I’m actually looking forward to the next episode of that time I reincarnated as slime. Hays, Rimuru-sensei! Buttoning my shirt, I can’t help but notice how average my look is. I'm just a fat guy, cursed with a swarm of pimples on my face, cleavage, and back.