77. At 17 of that year, at the school girl's house, she stood like a rogue
"I am the palace!"
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"I came first, so I am the main palace!"
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"I said, don't think that just because you are older than me, you can be considered the elder. This kind of thing does not depend on age, but on a first-come, first-served basis!"
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No matter what the orange-haired girl in front of him said, Yukino Riho would tilt her head slightly and blink her clear eyes to express her doubts.
"I reiterate for the last time, I am the eldest wife!"
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"Do you think I'm joking? Let me tell you, I'm..." Asuka Kasahara was halfway through her words when she suddenly got stuck and couldn't speak.
She was a little discouraged.
The woman opposite acted so calmly that she suspected that the other person might be Korean or Chinese and could not understand Japanese at all.
Fujiwara Izaya walked in with two cardboard boxes and nodded to Yukino Riho: "Hello, Miss Yukino."
"Hello Fujiwara-kun." Riho Yukino smiled softly.
"I'll leave these two boxes here for you first, and come and pick them up tonight."
"OK."
Putting the two boxes under the counter, Fujiwara Izaya walked between the two women, slapped Kasahara Asuka on the back of the head with his backhand, and taught him a serious lesson: "Is it okay to talk like this to someone you meet for the first time?
Polite?"
"Ouch, it hurts~~"
Kasahara Asuka covered her little head and stared at him angrily.
"This is my school girl," Fujiwara Izaya looked back at Yukino Riho and apologized on behalf of the school girl: "I'll apologize to you and her, please don't take offense to Miss Yukino. She's not a bad person, she's just a little squeamish and self-righteous.
, please don’t take it to heart, Ms. Xueye.”
"Apologize?"
Yukino Riho blinked inexplicably.
Then, she tilted her head slightly and responded to Fujiwara Izaya with a confused look like "What did she just say?"
"Uh," Fujiwara Izaya opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he just held his forehead and sighed: "What a stupid woman..."
"Hey, I'm going to be angry!" Riho Yukino understood this sentence and immediately protested: "Miss Yukino solemnly protests to Fujiwara-san for the thirty-seventh time, she is not a stupid woman!"
Fujiwara Izaya looked at her serious expression and found it funny.
It's not a derogatory sense, it's the kind of emotion that makes you feel happy when you see her cute contrasting cuteness.
"I said, don't ignore me!" Kasahara Asuka put one hand on her hips and the other hand pulled Fujiwara Izaya's sleeve, "Senior, please make it clear to her that Asuka is the eldest wife!"
"Sorry, you are not." Fujiwara Izaya gently patted her hand away, "In terms of first come, first served, you have to line up behind Miss Yukino. I met her half a day before you."
"..."
Kasahara Asuka's little mind turned around and she immediately found a reason to refute.
"I have noticed senior since the first day of school!" She chuckled, her eyes showing cunning, "So, Asuka is the first to pay attention to senior, Asuka is the big..."
"Even so, you are not." Fujiwara Izaya calmly interrupted her, "Hoshimi-senpai has known me a year ago. Do you want to discuss issues big and small with her?"
"she?"
Kasahara Asuka smiled disdainfully and puffed up her chest proudly.
All right.
If we compare ourselves in this aspect, the senior sister will be completely defeated.
"Okay, okay, please calm down." Fujiwara Izaya scolded her helplessly, turned around and said goodbye to Yukino Riho, "I have something else to do, see you Miss Yukino."
Yukino Riho waved her hand gently.
When the two of them walked out of the store, she lay on the table in boredom, thinking about what she could do to help Fujiwara Izaya. As she thought about it, her eyes drifted to the two boxes he brought.
I walked over and took a look. The door of the box was not sealed tightly, and some daily necessities could be seen through the gap.
Is it luggage?
He must be looking for a place to stay... Yukino Riho bit her lower lip and held her chin in her hand thinking. He didn't seem to have much money. It would be difficult to stay in a hotel. It would be better to let him stay at his place. Anyway, the building
There are rooms available...
Thinking of this, the trace of self-blame in her heart lessened a little.
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Clear-cut white clouds floated in the sky.
Honda Syaoran slowly left Asakusa and headed to the Tokyo Daijingu Shrine in Chiyoda. In the back seat of the car was Asuka Kasahara who was angry that the wooden senior refused to let her sit in the front.
During the holidays in Tokyo, the roads are extremely crowded.
Cars and pedestrians pass by each other, and the blood vessels of the city move slowly.
I was waiting at a traffic light, and there was a blue Nissan Sunny parked in the next lane. The car window was half-open, and I could hear Kenshi Yonezu singing.
Fujiwara Izaya also sang a few lines.
"I'm a loser"
"So it doesn't matter if it's a bluff..."
The moment the traffic light turned green, Izaya Fujiwara suddenly turned the accelerator. The engine of the Honda Coyote made a "cough, cough, cough" sound and started slowly in a puff of black smoke.
Some things cannot be forced.
After all, it has been soaked in water. If it can still drive, it is a victory...
"The Silver Dragon is too slow," Kasahara Asuka said. "Senior, go buy a heavy motorcycle. The kind with the back seat tilted up so that passengers have to lean forward and lean against the driver after sitting on it."
"I'm under 18, so I can't get a heavy motorcycle driver's license."
"Then senior, please join Section 9. Agents of Section 9 have special privileges and can drive without a driver's license."
"Your sister asked you to lobby?"
"Sister also asked you to join the ninth class?"
"yes."
"Forget it, senior, don't listen to her!" Kasahara Asuka raised both hands and poked his back left and right with two index fingers respectively, "Sister, that person is very perverted. You will definitely be wrong if you join Class Nine.
You were spoiled by her, senior, please stay away from her!"
"You have a grudge against your sister?"
"No, don't ask. If you ask again, you will lose your temper!"
Fujiwara Izaya shrugged and concentrated on driving.
It's almost eight o'clock, the sun has fully risen, and the sky is blue. The intermittent clouds sparsely wipe out a few wisps of pale color on the blue background, just like the few lines painted by an artist when testing colors on a painting paper.
Pen.
Driving a scooter and feeling the hot sunshine, Fujiwara Izaya felt that today was a good day to ask a girl for a beach trip.
The cool sea, the hot beach, bikini beauties, cool rooms with air conditioning and clean and fresh blue sheets.
It's a pity that he has to cut the grass today.
Otherwise, you can go to Yoshiwara to pull Kawashima Miji out and ask her to go surfing with you.
Right.
Is she awake?
Why don't you reply to the message?
No, I have to call and harass her when I have free time.
At eight o'clock in the morning, we arrived at our destination.
After parking the car, Izaya Fujiwara followed Asuka Kasahara up the stone steps. The torii gate of the Tokyo Grand Shrine appeared in his field of vision. It was a gray torii gate.
Although the name carries the word "big", the size of the shrine itself is not large, giving people a quiet and mysterious feeling. The shrine is a stone road with stone lanterns and Koma dog statues on both sides. It is surrounded by lush cedar trees.
It extends out from the center of the shrine, forming a green corridor. Walking in it, you feel like you are in a primitive mountain somewhere.
When you walk into the courtyard, you will see a stall selling Yuan Yushou.
It was still early, and there were not many tourists. Most of them were young couples, and there were also a few housewives with their children. Passing by the Gomori stall, Asuka Kasahara took one and handed it to Izaya Indoor with a smile.
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The young leaves above the head swayed, casting fragmented light.
The girl handed over the guard, which was pink and embroidered with beautiful cherry blossoms. Fujiwara Izaya thought about it and planned to refuse, but Kasahara Asuka stuffed it directly into his pocket, then quickly turned around and walked out.
Fujiwara Izaya passively accepted the guard and raised his feet to catch up.
The tourists passing by all turned their attention to the beautiful boy and girl. Even the middle-aged man who was holding a bill in his hand and taking pictures of the building also turned his camera.
"Click~"
The scene freezes.
After bypassing the worship hall, Kasahara Asuka walked onto a wisteria corridor.
Fujiwara Izaya, who was following her, was silently thinking about something.
There are two main enshrined gods in Tokyo Daijingu Shrine.
One is the old woman Amaterasu, and the other is the great goddess of fertility (female) who is in charge of food. However, Tokyo Daijingu Shrine is a famous marriage and a shrine for praying for love luck. This belongs to the business of the marriage god, and it is completely inconsistent with the two goddesses who preside over it.
side.
so.
The old woman Amaterasu is forcibly plundering the wish power of the God of Yuetoku!
It's so abominable and overbearing. Can the Supreme God do whatever he wants?
"I mean Tomoka," Fujiwara Izaya asked aloud, "Let's discuss something. Why don't we take down the statue of the old woman and replace it with the Nagano Mountain God?"
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Asuka Kasahara paused, tilted her head and looked at him with a crazy look.
"Oh, I'm not saying that Toyosuke is an old woman," Fujiwara Izaya explained, "I'm talking about Amaterasu. Please take down her statue."
"You have a grudge against her?"
"No, it's just that she feels uncomfortable."
"That's the Great God," Kasahara Asuka was a little shocked, "Senior, are you okay?"
Fujiwara Izam shrugged nonchalantly: "Pretend I didn't say it."
Actually.
The hatred is so great.
That old woman Amaterasu is really hateful. She has been going to Shenyin Town every year since he was six years old. In the first few years, she and her father discussed the position arrangement and situation after going to Takamagahara. In the next few years,
, it was just to tease him that he ran away from Gao Tianyuan to the mortal world.
The majestic Supreme God used his divine power to tease a little monster, and he played with it from the time he was six years old until he was sixteen years old... If this matter were to spread, the entire Shinto religion would probably lose face and be punished.
Buddhism and Taoism laugh at 100 years, no, 1000 years!
The two of them left the main part of Tokyo Grand Shrine one after another and entered the backyard that is not open to tourists.
At the end of the path, a courtyard surrounded by a low stone wall appeared. The green grass and blades inside caught the sunlight. There was a rotating irrigation nozzle on the stone wall. The water splashing into the sky created a small rainbow of about fifty centimeters.
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Fujiwara Izaya saw many brightly dressed people going in and out of the courtyard gate.
"Senior, please go in by yourself, Asuka changes clothes first." Asuka Kasahara said to him, turned to the left at the end of the path, and ran towards a simple wooden building imitating the Tang style.
Fujiwara Izaya walked to the reception entrance inexplicably. After waiting for a female guest in front of him who was leaning over to sign in, he was about to follow him in when he was stopped by the woman at the reception desk.
"Hey, what are you here for?"
"I'm here to cut the grass." Fujiwara Izaya answered honestly.
"..." The woman scanned him from beginning to end with a rather strange look, "What's your name?"
"Fujiwara Izaya."
"Who asked you to come here?"
"Asuka-san."
"Second Miss?" Her reaction was a little bit, or she was simply surprised. She kept repeating, "Second Miss, what should I do with mowing the grass?", as if she didn't know what to do.
The middle-aged man who worked with her at the reception desk remembered the name Fujiwara Izaya and whispered to her, "This is also a priest."
The woman smiled with relief, and said to Fujiwara Izaya: "Since you are an unregistered guest, little mage, please go and ask your wife for instructions after entering." After saying that, she pointed to the courtyard and said, "You can go directly after entering the door.
Go to the porch, the lady is there."
Before entering, Fujiwara Izaya confirmed one thing with her: "Excuse me, is there a party or something like that going on here?"
"Yes." The woman smiled, like she would laugh at a child who has never seen the world. "The monthly meetings of the Yin and Yang House are all in the form of a garden party."
Looking through the open fence door, you can see an old bungalow with beige tiles and large eaves extending outward.
Fujiwara Izaya thanked the receptionist and walked towards the door.
This was a sight he had never experienced before.
The people gathered here are colleagues he has never come into contact with, and they are a world he does not know.
Now, he was going to meet the leader of this world - Mr. Chairman Kasahara, who was neither humble nor arrogant, and who was high-spirited... Then, he suddenly remembered something.
Fujiwara Izaya turned back to the reception desk and asked politely: "I'm really sorry, I haven't met Chairman Kasahara yet. Can you take me over to identify him?"
"It's easy to recognize her," the woman said with a very confident smile, as if she was talking about herself as proudly as she said, "The most beautiful thing in the whole yard is my wife. You can see it as soon as you go in."
"Thanks."
Fujiwara Izaya thanked him and walked through the gate for the second time.
As soon as you walk in, you will see a vast garden covered with turf. Hundreds of costumed guests are chatting and laughing around, holding dinner plates or wine glasses. In a romantic environment where cherry blossoms are dancing like snow, the perfume of the female guests is floating everywhere in the wind.
fragrant.
Cherry blossoms?
Why are there cherry blossoms in this season?
Fujiwara Izaya looked towards the cherry blossom tree and immediately noticed a familiar wave of demon power.
Good guy.
It's so unethical to let a cherry blossom demon come out to pick up guests.
The world is declining. It would be better if they knew that he was the Great Tengu... Fujiwara Izaya shook his head with emotion and mingled among the guests.
The cherry trees in bloom out of season were rustling in the wind.
The windows on the first floor of the beige bungalow are open, and the white lace curtains are swaying in the wind.
Fujiwara Izaya walked towards the eaves of the corridor, looking for the "most beautiful woman" with his eyes. Most of the guests passing by were men in suits and leather shoes. Women were either in gorgeous Western-style dresses or dignified Japanese kimonos. Some were only wearing student uniforms.
He was very uncoordinated in such an occasion.
There were no beautiful women under the eaves, only a group of boys and girls chatting and laughing.
Fujiwara Izaya didn't know where to find Chairman Kasahara, so he simply waited here and listened to the conversations of his peers next to him.
"How many orders did you receive in April?" a girl with short hair asked.
"Forget it, it's unlucky." said the young man wearing a baseball cap and fashionable clothes. "In a whole month, I only got one E-class commission. The reward of 30,000 yuan is not enough for me to perform maintenance on the car."
"Who is not? I have only taken two orders."
"I took three orders but didn't make a total of 100,000..."
"It's too curly!"
"If we continue like this, we will be in trouble if we remove the spirit."
Fujiwara Izaya felt the same way about this topic and couldn't help but join in and said: "I remember when I first arrived in Tokyo, an E-class commission cost at least two to three hundred thousand yen. In less than a year, it dropped to
It’s less than 50,000 yen, it’s really uncomfortable.”
As soon as this was said, everyone responded.
"Yes, I really miss a year ago."
"I think there must be a mole in our Yin Yang Residence."
"Definitely."
"Perhaps they are the moles released by Section 9 to lower our income!"
Fujiwara Izaya looked at the angry teenagers and girls curiously, "Why do you say that?"
"The Nine Sections have been complaining that our charges for exorcism are too high, and they want us to lower the standards, but no one pays attention to them." The trendy boy explained, "But a year ago, a maniac with a mission appeared out of thin air in the Tokyo area.
.He single-handedly took over nearly one-third of the ghost removal commissions in Tokyo, which directly lowered the charging standards of the entire industry. He is not the mole of Section 9, I live broadcast handstands and coke!"
Fujiwara Izaya was about to ask who was as awesome as him, but someone shouted, "It's all Fujiwara Izaya's fault!".
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Why should you blame me?
I am very innocent, okay? I am also a victim of involution!
"Yes, it's all Fujiwara Izaya's fault!" The trendy boy cursed through gritted teeth, then felt something was wrong and looked at Fujiwara Izaya curiously, "Hey, you are very unfamiliar, you are new here?"
"Well……"
Fujiwara Izaya showed an awkward and polite smile.
"Wow, so handsome!" the short-haired girl screamed.
Several other girls immediately gathered around, asking "What's your name?", "Which shrine you belong to", "How old are you this year?" and other topics.
"Sorry, sorry," Fujiwara Izaya hurriedly pushed them away and explained: "I'm just a passing lawnmower, not a priest. Please give me a break. I have to go to work. Thank you ladies."
After finally squeezing out of the encirclement, Fujiwara Izaya ran into the crowd of guests without saying a word and hid himself.
The guests around were drinking and laughing, and the waiters were carrying drinks and food among them. The cherry blossoms in full bloom were blown down by the wind, dyeing the grass with a beautiful pink color.
Sometimes, the wind becomes naughty, and the female guests will exclaim and press the hem of their skirts with their hands.
Fujiwara Izaya hid for a while to make sure that the group of boys and girls did not recognize him.
At the same time, he also confirmed that no one of the big shots here cared about him or paid any attention to him.
It's a good thing that no one bothers him... Fujiwara Izaya went straight to the table covered with white napkins to get a plate and fork, forked a piece of grilled large abalone and stuffed it into his mouth.
All have come.
I feel sorry for myself if I don't eat something.
The tree trunk full of cherry blossoms stretches above the head. When the wind blows, Fujiwara Izaya's body will be briefly buried in the pink and white petals flying down. But soon, the petals seem to encounter a layer of transparent
Like an obstacle, it automatically avoids the dining table and slides down in all directions.
Behind him, Mrs. Kasahara smiled elegantly and walked towards him.