Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

"This is the contract."

Tsuchimikado Mari took out a stack of documents and handed them to Haruhiko.

It is written in quite detail above.

Upon seeing the end, Haruhiko instinctively showed a surprised expression.

It states that he will receive 50% of all the profits from this song.

That's an utterly absurd statement.

Under normal circumstances, it's already quite good if a song can get one or two percent of the revenue.

"All the profits from Wei's songs belong to him."

Mari Tsuchimikado seemed to have expected this, and she said, "Because the companies and platforms that take the lion's share are also hers."

Haruhiko's first instinct was to think of two words.

What the hell!

What kind of angelic rich loli is this?

Haruhiko previously thought that even if a song became a hit, it would only earn him two or three hundred million, but that was under the normal revenue sharing situation.

Furthermore, Tachibana Yui also controls music platforms and record companies.

To this, Haruhiko could only say, "Rich woman, I'm hungry."

He now understands why he was able to get 50%.

Because Tachibana Yui is not short of money.

Judging from her attitude towards her fans, getting a good song is clearly more important to her.

Haruhiko signed his name.

Tsuchimikado Mari took it and glanced at it.

She lingered on the name 'Haruhiko' for a moment.

Although it's unclear why he doesn't admit to writing it, the contract proves that the copyright belongs to him.

In other words, he wrote it.

"only."

Tsuchimikado Mari walked up to Tachibana Yui, bent down and said, "If you don't get up now, you'll be late for school."

"Stay away from me."

Looking at her overly devilishly large breasts, Tachibana Yui couldn't help but think of herself, and a wave of sorrow washed over her.

She sat up and lifted her tiny, adorable feet.

Tsuchimikado Mari knelt on the ground and helped her put on white socks and flat shoes.

Tachibana Yui jumped up and down twice and said, "Come pick me up after school."

"Today the school is organizing us to go to the spiritual veins for observation."

Haruhiko spoke up to remind him.

She didn't go to class yesterday, so she probably doesn't know about this.

But Tachibana Yui just pursed her lips, a hint of disdain on her small face.

Haruhiko was thoughtful.

Tachibana Yui is so rich, and she's also an Onmyoji.

He is most likely the heir to a large family.

Oh no, given her age, she should be in a position of power or a high-ranking official.

She was mostly aware of the spiritual vein turmoil.

The disdainful words were probably directed at the Imperial Palace.

Rin Hoshino had already arrived at the classroom.

She was somewhat surprised to see Haruhiko and Tachibana Yui walk in together.

But a smile quickly appeared on his face.

After exchanging pleasantries, she said, "The spiritual vein check is just a formality, there's no need to take it so seriously."

Clearly, she had inside information.

It's not hard to guess, actually.

With so many people from the Imperial Palace returning empty-handed, it's unrealistic to expect a group of high school students to succeed.

Haruhiko glanced at Tachibana Yui subconsciously.

Teaming up with her might yield some benefits.

Yesterday, Koji Nishimura made it clear that if there were any exceptional clues, the request would be upgraded to the third level.

Furthermore, if it is confirmed to be related to the turmoil of the spiritual veins, the Grand Palace will reward the player with a third-tier spiritual artifact.

For high school students who are generally only at the first level, this is undoubtedly a valuable asset.

If you were to sell it, it could fetch tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of yen.

Of course, by the third stage, transactions were no longer conducted in yen, but rather through barter.

Haruhiko touched his chin.

It seems the Imperial Palace is under a lot of pressure.

Indeed, these seven spiritual veins involve several families.

The importance of spiritual veins far outweighs any spiritual tools or materials.

It is the foundation upon which we stand, the basis of a family.

If problems arise, they will affect the future.

Not long after, Koji Nishimura entered the classroom.

He tapped on the desk to get the students' attention.

"Because the area is quite large, for safety and effectiveness, we will be using a two-person team format this time, with a teacher accompanying each area."

Koji Nishimura said with a serious expression, "I've already sent you a message about who your teammates are."

Everyone in the classroom took out their phones.

Soon, all sorts of voices emerged, a mixture of excitement, disappointment, regret, and other emotions.

"Haruhiko-kun."

Hoshino Rin asked listlessly, "My teammate is Norika, what about you?"

His unhappiness was visibly obvious.

Norika is actually not bad.

She's a pretty girl with excellent grades.

But the teammate she wanted wasn't her.

"It's me."

Tachibana Yui turned her head and said with a smile, "Rin-san, don't worry, I will help you protect him."

Hoshino Rin was slightly taken aback, somewhat surprised, but mostly envious.

"There's nothing to protect."

Haruhiko broke the somewhat awkward atmosphere and said, "Didn't Rin say it's just a formality?"

Hoshino Rin realized what was happening upon hearing this.

I cared too much and lost my rationality.

It's such a small thing, why be envious or disappointed?

She smiled again and said, "Even though it's just a formality, we still need to be careful."

Haruhiko nodded, leaned closer to her, and said, "Don't worry, I'm already a second-tier priest."

Hoshino Rin stared at him blankly for a moment before she reacted.

Two blushes instantly appeared on her pretty face, making her look cute and alluring, like an apple.

Tachibana Yui's eyes lit up slightly, and she leaned forward with a gossipy look on her face.

Haruhiko reached out and pressed her back down, causing her to reveal her shiny little tiger teeth.

"Everyone, come out and gather."

Koji Nishimura promptly interrupted the three people's conversation.

A group of people filed out.

Buses were already waiting at the school gate.