28 - Even exhausting a lifetime of skill, I can only answer three questions! Playing with Eagle Sauce’s fighter jets for a bit!

Here's the translated and polished version of your fanfiction chapter in English. I've changed the protagonist's name to Azuma Shoyo, used the original character names (e.g., Yoko Okino instead of "Chongye Yangzi"), corrected grammatical and spelling errors, and improved clarity and flow for better readability. The setting blends a crossover of anime worlds (Detective Conan) with the Man of Steel DC universe, with the tone staying cheeky, bold, and carefree.

Chapter Translation

Azuma Shoyo paused for a moment, then calmly closed the door and walked over.

Slipping under the covers, he turned to Yoko Okino beside him.

"Miss Yoko, what's this little play you're putting on?"

Yoko gripped the blanket, looking pitiful. "I just saw a dead body today. When I got to that room, I was too scared to stay alone."

"Please! Let me sleep here tonight!"

Oh, come on—same excuse again.

If Akiyoshi Fujie's ghost knew she kept milking his death for sympathy, he might just resurrect himself out of sheer rage.

Not that he could—the corpse was already carted off.

Probably ash by tomorrow.

"Fine, guess I'm just too kindhearted," Azuma said.

Yoko's eye twitched. She wanted to retort, but she bit it back.

Click!

The main light went off, leaving just a dim bedside lamp casting a soft glow.

Azuma lay down and shut his eyes—then felt Yoko inch closer.

Turning, he locked eyes with her.

"I'm scared!" she whimpered, all fragile and helpless.

"No, you're gutsy as hell," Azuma shot back, done with her act. A young guy like him, brimming with energy, had already shown epic restraint.

Now?

Why keep waiting?

Next second, Yoko squeaked as the moonlight outside seemed to blush, dragging a cloud over itself.

…

Over two hours later…

Yoko begged for mercy, swearing the "fourth problem" was beyond her. The first three—"1+0," "1+00," "1+000"—had drained her entire life's worth of "math skills."

This fourth one?

She was stumped.

"Wahhh! Spare me!" she whined, pitifully.

Azuma eyed her pathetic state. He'd aimed to tutor her through four "problems" tonight, but she was clearly spent.

No fourth answer? Fine—he'd let her off.

"Tomorrow, aim for all four, got it?" he said, twirling a lock of her hair.

"I'll… try," Yoko mumbled, confidence shot.

Azuma gave her a mock-scornful glance.

Thought she was a champ—turns out she's a total newbie.

Lame!

Didn't she know practice makes perfect?

He was helping her!

"Alright, sleep," he said, pulling her close. Worn out from three "problems," Yoko obediently closed her eyes and passed out fast.

Azuma peeked at her sleeping face.

"What a surreal day. If Kogoro Mouri found out, he'd go nuts with jealousy," he mused, smirking to himself before shutting his eyes again.

Soon…

He was out.

…

When he opened his eyes, he was back in his Smallville motel room.

6:00 AM.

The other guests were still asleep—the place was silent.

Azuma lounged in bed for a bit, then got up to brush his teeth and wash his face.

By 6:15, he was done.

Grabbing his coat and luggage, he checked out, ate breakfast, and returned his rental car, pocketing some deposit cash before leaving town.

No need to bid Clark farewell—they'd done that yesterday.

Moments later…

He was back at his Metropolis apartment.

The trip there had been a sluggish plane ride.

This time? He flew himself back in a flash—way faster than any aircraft.

Dumping his bags, he tossed dirty clothes in the washer, then hit the rooftop. Finding a spot, he sat and soaked up the sun.

An hour of that got old.

"Eh, beach time," he decided.

In the Man of Steel world, he didn't have to hold back. He and Clark were the top dogs—no one else came close.

So…

Here, he could cut loose, no stress about being seen.

Not like the anime multiverse.

There, he had no clue how many beings outclassed him—concept-level gods or demons might be real.

He hadn't heard of Academy City yet, but that didn't rule it out.

More likely, he just didn't know.

For years, he'd thought his world was just a chill slice-of-life anime mashup—not a sprawling multiverse!

Good news? No supernatural disasters had hit him back then.

Otherwise, he might not have survived to activate his system.

Back downstairs, he hung the clean laundry, then bolted from Metropolis.

For U.S. beaches, Miami popped up first.

Sand, waves, tropical vibes—and endless crime.

Not his concern—he was just there to chill.

Maybe spot some cute girls too.

Metropolis to Miami—roughly 2,000 kilometers.

At max speed, he'd be there in under 30 seconds.

But he took it easy, cruising at around Mach 2, enjoying the Atlantic scenery.

Mid-flight, savoring the view, he caught sonic booms behind him.

Turning, he saw three fighter jets closing in—around Mach 2.4—rapidly nearing.

"U.S. military satellites picked me up?" he wondered, unbothered.

Spotted? Cool.

Even a nuke wouldn't faze him.

A measly bomb? Like that'd kill him.

"Might as well mess with them," he grinned, dropping from Mach 2 to a dead stop.

Instantly…

The jets shot past.

"Target lost! Reporting—target lost!"

The pilots scrambled, relaying the news while banking to search.

Then—

BOOM!

A thunderous sonic blast erupted as a blur rocketed past the jets at insane speed, vanishing in a blink.

"What was that?"

"A meteor?"

"So damn fast!!"

The pilots gawked, stunned. A person flying that fast?

No way.

Humans don't fly!

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