18. A beautiful girl with small breasts is like a human-shaped sticker.
"Wow, you scared me to death!"
Walking out of the cafeteria, Ikeda Seiji suddenly patted his chest, with an expression of grievance and fear on his face.
Fujiwara Izaya laughed and said, "You were so embarrassed just now."
"Can you blame me?" Seiji Ikeda, presumably to restore his image in front of his friends, loudly defended: "That's Asuka Kasahara, a genius miko, the rising star of Shintoism!"
genius?
Rising star?
Fujiwara Izaya felt like laughing when he thought of the high school girl who stamped her feet anxiously when her chain fell off that night.
"Don't believe it, her mother has a very important position in the Yin-Yang Residence, and her sister is a high-ranking member of the Nine Sections. If she holds a grudge against her, I, Zenguoji, will not be able to survive in the Yin-Yang Residence. No, we will even be kicked out directly.
It’s possible in Yin Yang Lao!”
"So exaggerated?" Fujiwara Izaya was a little surprised.
He only visited the Onnyōryō institution once when submitting materials for the reopening of Asakusa Shrine, and paid an annual fee of 2 million yen. According to the staff at the time, only after paying this amount could he log in to the official APP of the Onnyōryō.
, accept the spirit removal commission posted above.
Other than that, it’s not clear what the Yin Yang Lao is used for.
So he didn't understand at all how much energy what Seiji Ikeda said represented.
"I'm talking about Fujiwara," Seiji Ikeda pretended to pat him on the shoulder and said in a mature tone: "The water here is very deep and you can't grasp it. If Kasahara-san has any plans for you, remember to ask her to come to me.
"
"Koike will kill you!" Fujiwara Izaya punched him on the shoulder.
"Haha, just kidding," Ikeda Seiji touched his head and said with lingering fear: "It's not like you didn't see that she was so cruel to me just now, how could I dare... It's you, be careful.
, don’t let her play with you.”
"I know." Fujiwara Izaya smiled lazily.
He didn't know whether the water in Onnyangryo was very deep, and Kasahara Asuka didn't want to know how deep it was. It didn't matter, he thought he could escape unscathed. As for the things under the water, it had nothing to do with him.
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The two classes in the afternoon were home economics and music, and nothing worth mentioning happened.
School time is coming soon.
Today is Friday, and most clubs have club activities.
Fujiwara Izaya went to the literature department located in the old auditorium of the school and handed the manuscript he wrote in the morning to a girl with short hair.
[Daily rotation 1 has been completed]
【Points +100】
"Uh, Fujiwara-senpai, how should I say this..."
The girl was covering the manuscript paper with both hands, obviously a little embarrassed, shy and at a loss for the moment.
"Is there any problem?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her strangely.
"It's like this. Our literature department recently held an essay competition, with any subject matter..." The girl gently scratched her cheek with her hand, then cleared her throat and adjusted herself: "The winning article can receive a bonus of 10,000 yen.
Do you need to help seniors vote for this essay competition?"
She is probably the kind of girl who gets nervous easily.
Pretty good.
He is more likable than someone who is familiar with him.
If possible, Fujiwara Izaya would really like to pet her head like a pet and praise her for being as cute as a puppy.
But there is a difference between a human and a demon. He couldn't do that. At most, he could only smile at her gently: "Of course it would be better if you can vote. Sorry to trouble you."
"No, you're welcome..."
The girl's face turned slightly red, and she was so nervous that she frantically tightened the corners of her white shirt with her fingertips.
After leaving the Literature Club, Fujiwara Izaya opened the system and looked at the second rotating daily task.
[Rotation Daily 2: At 5:30 pm, buy the only second-hand Honda Coyote motorcycle for sale at the Meiji Park Flea Market at half the price, and you will be rewarded with 100 points. 】
Buying a motorcycle on the second-hand market?
Weird daily life.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at his watch, it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon.
There is still an hour and a half left, and it seems that I have to take time off from the club activities this week.
Go to the paranormal research department in the corner of the fourth floor of the club building, take out the key and open the door.
What comes into view is an ordinary mobile classroom, with two-thirds of the space filled with various debris, such as boxes, spare tables and chairs, and even an old faded piano.
There were originally two units, but Fujiwara Izaya moved one of them home.
There were two desks placed side by side by the window. A girl tilted her head slightly, staring at the setting sun outside the window.
Wearing white ear-muff headphones on his head, he was listening to the song with all his concentration, his fingers tapped the table rhythmically, and his soft cherry-colored lips hummed along with him from time to time.
Her name is Hoshimi Rinko.
A third-year student in Class A, head of the Supernatural Research Department, a model top student who consistently ranks first in any exam.
The legs are slender and the chest is small.
As for appearance, I can only say that Fujiwara Rinya is amazing.
Her facial features are impeccably refined, and her long hair hangs straight down, spreading lightly and softly on the table. Her eyelashes are long, and her eyes are like two pools of autumn water, so clear that people dare not touch them.
In Fujiwara Izaya's heart, she is a top-notch beautiful girl with straight black hair.
The two have known each other for almost a year. They meet in this activity room almost every Friday when they have to go to school, and they get along quite happily.
She always puts her arms on the table and reads in concentration. Her long, white fingers have clear joints, giving people an inaccessible feeling. She only drinks hot black tea, sharpens her pencils to a sharp point, and likes to wear them when she has nothing to do.
Listening to music on headphones while watching the crows flying around in the atrium.
The books I read were very complex.
Like Fujiwara Izaya, she reads anything, as long as it's a book.
Sometimes it's Immanuel Kant, sometimes it's Kawabata Yasunari; sometimes I watch "1984", sometimes I watch "Summer of the Bird".
The management teacher of the school library seems to have given her special treatment and is willing to lend her any book. Whenever she finds a book that suits her needs, she will eagerly flip through page after page like a hamster chewing corn on the cob.
After finishing it, he threw it to Fujiwara Izaya without any interest and asked him to help return it.
When they get tired of reading, the two of them will study tea ceremony, coffee, scenery, people's livelihood issues, social conflicts, etc. - in short, in the paranormal research department, they study everything except paranormal.
As for her identity and background, Fujiwara Izaya didn't pay much attention to it.
I just heard others mention it, or I heard her mention it accidentally, that her family is in Kamakura, a very powerful local family, and her mother is a beautiful woman well-known in the metropolitan area.
On weekdays, Hoshimi Rinko lives in a large Western-style villa in Jimbocho, where there is a large yard and lawn, and a wide variety of flowers are planted in the yard.
Fujiwara Izaya has been to her house several times, always on weekends.
The two of them would make some simple pastries to eat, and draw while listening to rock music shows. When they got tired of drawing, they would walk together in the Jimbocho Old Book Street, drink coffee at a roadside coffee shop that looked pleasing to the eye, and lie down when the weather was nice.
Watch the sky on the lawn.
She called it a weekend outing downtown.
Fujiwara Izaya calls this the meaningless, directionless and purposeless social activities of human beings, or three-no social activities for short.
White clouds floated from one end of the window to the other. The girl surrounded by the afternoon sunshine noticed someone coming in, took off her headphones and looked at the door.
"Are there any club activities today?" Fujiwara Izaya asked leaning against the door.
"Not yet."
"Then I'll go back first."
Xing Jian Rinzi tilted her neck slightly and ordered in an adult tone: "It's okay to leave early, but you must give a proper reason."
After saying that, she puffed up her chest proudly, showed the majesty of a minister, and smiled faintly at Fujiwara Izaya.
It's the kind of laugh that good students with both good character and academic performance often have. It's very beautiful and elegant, with a bit of aura that makes people fall in love with it.
But Fujiwara Izaya's attention was completely focused on the weak rise and fall of her chest.
What a sad story.
To Fujiwara Izaya, a beautiful girl with small breasts is like a human-shaped sticker that can be pasted on the wall as a poster at any time.
"Where are you looking?"
The poster's tone is slightly raised.
Fujiwara Izaya's expression remained unchanged: "Poster... No, senior, senior's bow tie is very beautiful, no girl can compare with it."
Hoshimi Rinko subconsciously looked down at the red bow on her chest, and sighed as if there was nothing she could do about it: "Let's go, go back to school next week, and remember to submit a supernatural investigation report."
"Senior sister..."
Fujiwara Izaya shook his head and replied in the same adult tone: "There is no supernatural power in this world, we must believe in science!"
After saying that, without waiting for Hoshimi Rinko to reply, he quickly turned around and walked out of the door to collect his second-hand scooter.
The breeze blew in from the open window and flipped the books on the beech wood table. The girl put her fist on the side of her face and looked towards the school gate.
The young man wore the same black headphones as hers, put his hands in his pockets, and slowly walked towards the tall oak tree with leafy branches.
"When can you be honest..."
Hoshijian Rinzi stretched out her hand towards the window and grasped his back from afar.
As if sensing something, Fujiwara Izaya stopped and looked back.
The breeze blows from the gap between the high-rise buildings in Yotsuya. Wearing a white shirt and tennis shoes, the handsome boy has an expressionless face, and his bangs are a little messy.