Why does the world show a health bar? !

Here's the revised translation with all non-English words and letters removed:

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People dream. And dreams can be bizarre, with anything possible appearing in them. The so-called dream is a result of what one thinks about during the day. Because Li Mo had been preoccupied with the unusable invitation letter during the day, it lingered in his mind, leading him to dream about it at night.

"Just check the inventory."

Li Mo went to the bathroom. The system was embarrassingly inconvenient. To open the panel, he needed to rely on mirrors, water surfaces, or anything that could reflect his image. Only after seeing the health bar could he operate it. The process was cumbersome. If the system had any intelligence, he would have mocked it relentlessly. Unfortunately, the system was just a rigid object, far from passing the Turing test.

Checking the inventory, it was now empty. This proved that it wasn't just a dream. The lie he had told himself was exposed.

Yes, a lie. A lie he had told himself.

Li Mo remembered that when the training ended, his vision shifted from the perpetually bright wooden house to the dark room. The contrast between light and darkness was vivid. Now, as he recalled the training, the memories began to blur. He only vaguely remembered being trained by a centenarian and learning the 「Softening」 technique.

How long did the training last? He didn't know. Time in that place was fluid and uncertain.

"It really feels like a dream."

Learning something in a dream. It's so strange…

Li Mo tried throwing a punch, and the sensation in his body was subtle. He felt like he could dislocate his bones at any moment and then put them back in place.

—The human body is truly marvelous.

At this point, Li Mo stopped thinking about why, in that dream, he only needed to take hits to learn 「Softening」. The system itself was奇妙 enough; why bother overthinking it?

Learning 「Softening」 didn't seem to change much in his daily life. Walking, jogging, eating… everything was as usual. But as the saying goes, "those involved are often blind to the truth." The person experiencing it might not notice the changes, but others might see it after just one interaction.

"It's time to go to school."

Even if the dream training allowed Li Mo to master a skill, it was still just a dream. The details were mostly forgotten, and there were no aftereffects. Being hit wasn't a pleasant memory.

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Today, Li Mo left for school earlier than yesterday. On the way, he didn't see many students. Yesterday, he had blended into the crowd of students, but today the asphalt road was quiet, with only the occasional hurried pedestrian.

The dim light of dawn indicated the early hour. Arriving at the convenience store, Li Mo felt he had come too early. It seemed the store had just opened. He parked his bike outside and entered, picking out the same bento as yesterday. As he paid, he glanced outside and saw a black car drive past. Li Mo wasn't an expert on cars, but he knew enough to recognize that he didn't recognize the car's brand. Yet, it felt familiar. Had he seen it somewhere before?

Carrying the bento, Li Mo left the convenience store, pondering this.

The brief episode on the way to school passed quickly. The distance to Soubu High wasn't far. After turning at an intersection and passing a couple of traffic lights, he could see the school gate in the distance. Then, he saw the black car parked at the entrance of Soubu High. Moments later, he heard the engine start, and the car slowly drove away.

Li Mo considered a possibility and sped up his biking. After parking his bike at the school's bicycle shed, he entered the school building and saw a familiar figure in the distance.

It must be her.

Li Mo felt the figure was familiar, someone he saw in every class.

He entered the school building at a leisurely pace, changed into his indoor shoes, and then ran into the figure's owner in the hallway.

"Good morning, Yukinoshita-san."

"Good morning, Li-kun. It seems your so-called illness has been cured."

"Yes, thanks to you. It was probably just some adolescent syndrome."

"Hmm."

The casual lie didn't draw much attention from Yukinoshita Yukino. Her gaze lingered on Li Mo for a moment before she asked, "Have you gotten stronger?"

"Have I? Maybe it's just the clothes I'm wearing."

"That's possible."

A person's physique doesn't change drastically in a single day. Turning white overnight is possible, but gaining muscle overnight? That's not realistic.

Yukinoshita Yukino believed in science.

The two entered the classroom together. It was still early, but some students in Class J were already studying hard. The so-called international class, in Li Mo's eyes, was more like an advanced class. With Yukinoshita Yukino, the top student in the grade, here, it wasn't surprising.

Sitting back in his seat, Li Mo could see Yukinoshita Yukino's figure in front of him. In fact, she was his front-row classmate. If it were someone else, they might have interacted with her early on after transmigrating. But Li Mo only officially established a connection with her yesterday.

Was it because Yukinoshita Yukino was the unattainable flower? Yes, but also no. In the past, plagued by his illness, he hadn't come to school. What did Yukinoshita matter compared to his health?

Now, as he could relax and face the world, after getting to know Yukinoshita, he deeply understood.

Yukinoshita Yukino was a beauty.

After staring at her jet-black hair for dozens of seconds, Li Mo felt like a pervert. He quickly looked down and pulled out the math workbook he had bought, flipping through the pages until he found a blank one.

Let's solve some problems to calm down.

Math can make one focused. When you devote yourself entirely to a problem, all your worries fade away. At this moment, Li Mo could understand why mathematicians like Archimedes and Poincaré were so engrossed in math.

Unfortunately, his brain wasn't on the same level as those geniuses.

During lunch break, as usual, Li Mo followed Yukinoshita Yukino to the clubroom to eat and study. The subjects he needed help with were Japanese and Japanese history. As a foreigner, it was normal to struggle with these subjects.

Then, as per routine, Hiratsuka-sensei arrived, carrying something in her hand. But this time, it wasn't a birthday cake—it was a document.

"Join Yukinoshita's club, Li Mo."

Hiratsuka slapped the document on the table, allowing Li Mo to see what it was.

"Club application form? Hiratsuka-sensei, what are you doing? Also, Yukinoshita-san's club should be her decision. Does Hiratsuka-sensei have the right to recruit members on her behalf?"

Having become a Japanese high school student, if Li Mo didn't know what a club was, he wouldn't be a proper Japanese high school student. In Li Mo's view, clubs were places to celebrate youth, as after graduation, one would face the harsh realities of society.

So, the question was:

Why did Hiratsuka-sensei want him to join this club? What was she thinking?

By posing the question and passing the ball to Hiratsuka, Li Mo eagerly awaited the next development.