I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Fujiwara Izaya considered for a few seconds before asking him, "What do you think, Koike-kun?"

“Although we haven’t talked about that kind of thing yet,” Seiji Ikeda picked up the eraser on his desk and tossed it in his palm, “we’ve been together since we were little, so she definitely likes me.”

Fujiwara Rin also wanted to ask.

Monk, where do you get your confidence?

The eraser was tossed high into the air and landed steadily in his palm. Ikeda Seiji looked at him strangely: "Why do you look so constipated? Did something happen?"

I should talk to him...

Fujiwara Izaya sighed softly, looking into his eyes: "I have a friend, um... could you help me analyze this situation? The girl he likes recently accepted a love letter from another guy, saying she'd say yes if the love letter was well-written. And that guy happens to be her type. What does that mean?"

"Why be so roundabout?" Ikeda Seiji grinned and comforted him, "There are only the two of us here, so just tell me directly, is that friend you yourself?"

"No, it's definitely not me!"

"Stop being stubborn. Besides me, who else do you have?"

“Yes, I only have one friend,” Fujiwara Izaya said, sitting upright with a very serious expression.

"Haha, Fujiwara, stop running away from reality. Did the girl you like accept someone else's confession? Don't worry, I won't laugh at you. It's just NTR, what's the big deal? As your only friend..."

As they talked...

Seiji Ikeda suddenly paused.

Then, his happy smile gradually disappeared...

"That friend you mentioned, could it be...?"

"It's you."

Fujiwara Izaya nodded directly, interrupting Ikeda Seiji's last thought.

Then, he described exactly what he had seen that morning without exaggerating at all.

“Fujiwara-kun…” His smile froze on his face as the little monk looked at the young priest with a desolate expression. “Seventeen years… we’ve been playing together since we were little… Without Koike, how am I supposed to live…”

“It doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll lose him,” Fujiwara Izaya patted his shoulder and comforted him. “Don’t worry, childhood friends usually have a bright future. Don’t give up hope.”

"But what if there isn't?" Tears welled up in Ikeda Seiji's eyes.

Fujiwara Izaya's expression turned serious: "If you didn't, then pretend I didn't say anything."

"...You think this is funny?" Ikeda Seiji asked, his eyes brimming with tears and a look of grievance on his face.

“Um, how about,” Fujiwara Izaya felt it was safer to go for it, “you could try going to Class 1-B and see if you can…”

“Yeah, right!” Seiji Ikeda slammed his hand on the table excitedly. “Why don’t I just go to Class 1-B and steal the love letters?”

"...?"

Fujiwara Izaya was dumbfounded.

What's wrong with this guy's thinking? He meant to go to Class 1B and talk to them face to face to make things clear.

Seiji Ikeda rushed out of the classroom, but as soon as he stepped out, he leaned halfway back in. "Hey, thank you! Lunch is on me!"

A few seconds later, he slunk back to the classroom, followed by the math teacher who had come to teach the first class.

After finally getting through the first class, the little monk immediately rushed out of the classroom and ran towards the first-grade teaching building.

Fujiwara Izaya went to the locker room alone to change into his gym clothes for PE class.

The follow-up to the matter came out very quickly.

池田青司偷情书时，被小池雅美抓个正着，追着在操场跑了足足三圈，在挨了一顿揍之后，两人勉强算是解除了误会。

Poor Yamamoto-senpai is heartbroken...

During the second physical education class, the little monk with a bruised and swollen face didn't go. Instead, he hid in the school clinic and used Buddhist teachings to heal his wounds.

During recess, the campus was noisy, with people chasing each other in the corridors and chatting in the corridors.

Fujiwara Rinya took off his gym clothes in the locker room, changed into a Western-style uniform, and returned to the classroom of Class 2-F.

“Hey, Fujiwara,” Ikeda Seiji waved to him eagerly, smiling with a gossipy grin, “Come here, I have something interesting to tell you.”

"what's up?"

"When I went to Class 1B just now, I heard that Ruka-chan went missing two pairs of stockings."

"Stockings?"

"Yes, one pair is black and the other is white!"

Fujiwara sat back down and asked, amused, "Where did it go?"

"I put my socks in the shoe cabinet after school last night, and when I came in this morning, both pairs were gone."

Was it stolen?

"She must have been stolen to do some perverted things!" Ikeda Seiji patted his head and said regretfully, "That's Asuka-senpai, what a pity. How come I didn't know she had socks in her shoe cabinet?"

"...Something's wrong with you!"

Fujiwara Izaya leaned back, looking at the pervert with disgust.

"Why are you looking at me like that, like I'm a pervert?" Ikeda Seiji paused, then asked in a wronged tone, "You don't think I'm the kind of person who steals girls' stockings, do you?"

Fujiwara Rin did not immediately answer the question of whether he was a pervert.

However, a group of girls sitting together eating snacks at the next table looked over and said in unison, "You are it!"

"You..." Ikeda Seiji retorted, his eyes wide, "How can you slander someone's innocence like this..."

“你还有什么清白？第一堂课过后，不就有人亲眼见你去一年B班偷女生的情书么，结果被人追着在操场跑了足足三圈，还挨了一顿揍！”

Upon hearing this, Ikeda Seiji's face flushed red with anger, veins bulging on his forehead, as he loudly argued, "Stealing a love letter doesn't count as stealing... Besides, it's a love letter from a rival!... How can defending love be considered stealing?"

Seeing that everyone still looked doubtful, he then made a few strange excuses, such as "that's my childhood sweetheart" and "I just wanted to see if I had been NTR'd," which made everyone burst into laughter, and the classroom was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Fujiwara Izaya braced his elbows against the table and couldn't help but yawn.

High school life is truly rosy; at this age, both boys and girls love to joke about dating.

Amidst a lively and joyful atmosphere, the school bell rang, and the homeroom teacher and classical Chinese teacher, Zhiming Yaohua, appeared at the door, carrying her lesson plan as she walked onto the podium.

"Alright, class time is over. Everyone, please return to your seats."

Fujiwara Izaya reached into the drawer to take out his classical Chinese textbook, but it seemed he touched something soft like fabric.

what?

He bent down and glanced inside. In the dimly lit, narrow drawer, lay two pairs of stockings, one black and one white.

The white ones aren't his.

The black pair wasn't his either.

Chapter 15. Random Missions That Can Make You a Fortune

In the spacious and bright classroom, Haruka Chika is telling the story of "Twilight".

"The time of twilight, also known as the time of encountering demons."

"It is said that this is the time when the outline of the world becomes blurred, and ghosts and gods are most likely to appear."

"Did everyone hear that? After club activities are over, you all need to go home obediently. If you dare to wander around the streets, be careful you don't get kidnapped by monsters."

The young, beautiful, and patient teacher, Zhiming, is very popular with her students, and the classroom atmosphere is always excellent when she teaches.

"Teacher, do monsters really exist in the world?"

"According to what was said during the Oma Tsuki era, does this mean that the Slit-Mouthed Woman really exists?"

"I'm curious too."

A girl picked up the conversation, as if recalling something, and said, "My dad works at the Metropolitan Police Department. A few days ago, I heard him say that in the past three months, there has been a murder case every month in which the victim's mouth was cut off. Many people say that the Kuchisake-onna has reappeared after 27 years."

"The teacher doesn't know whether he'll run into the Slit-Mouthed Woman if he doesn't go home early after school."

Haruka Chizuru looked at the students below the podium, a gentle yet playful smile on her lips: "But you'll definitely be punished by the teacher to copy homework!"

"Hahaha~"

Laughter erupted in the classroom. Haruka Chino gestured for the students to quiet down before resuming the lesson.

Fujiwara Izaya, sitting by the window, couldn't concentrate on what the teacher was saying, probably because he was very confused.

I don't know who sent the socks.

I have no idea why the person sent the socks, nor do I know if the person is male or female.

After all, there's no law against boys wearing stockings, just as there's no law against boys wearing pretty skirts.

"Everyone, please look at page eighteen of your textbook..."

"Don't ask me who he is; the dew of September wets my clothes, it is I, waiting for you to meet me." This waka poem is selected from the Manyoshu. You can feel the unique charm of "twilight" from the imagery depicted in the poem.

On the podium, Haruka Chika continued to deliver her lecture with great enthusiasm, occasionally glancing angrily at the students sitting by the window in the back row.

Under the teacher's watchful eye, Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to pick up a mechanical pencil and pretend to be taking notes diligently.

His sense of smell is far beyond that of ordinary people.

Even though the socks were in the drawer, he could still smell the slight sour smell of sweat that had seeped out after they dried. In addition, the smooth and delicate edges of the socks had a faint citrus scent.

Therefore, it can be inferred that the owner of the socks is most likely a girl who likes to use citrus-scented perfumes or shower gels.

Citrus?

This is just Asuka's natural scent...

Using his ability to identify women by their scent, Fujiwara Izaya conjured up an image in his mind of a beautiful young woman exercising, her body glistening with sweat.

Asuka, a junior with beautiful long orange hair, is wearing a short tennis skirt and is sweating it out on the tennis court. Her fair and delicate thighs are dazzling in the sunlight, with an alluring light pink glow.

wrong!

This is not the time to be lewd.

Now you should focus on figuring out why these two pairs of stockings ended up in your drawer!

Is this a prank by a junior student?