I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"I'll go change my shoes first."

Fujiwara Izaya quickened his pace and walked towards his shoe cabinet.

"Wooden wood, nyah nyah nyah~" Kasahara Asuka stuck her tongue out at him angrily from behind.

Back in Class 2-F, Ikeda Seiji and several boys huddled together, continuing their discussion about "junior girls' stockings."

Lately, he's been falsely accused of stealing socks. Of course, few people actually believe he stole them; they just use the story to make fun of him.

"I'll say it again, I didn't see those two pairs of socks!"

Of course you won't see it... Fujiwara Izaya walked past Ikeda Seiji without making a sound.

As he sat back down and took a book out of his bag, he took the opportunity to sniff his socks.

After about two weeks of evaporation, the sweaty smell on the socks was long gone.

The black stockings had no lingering smell, while the white stockings had a faint citrus scent that smelled quite pleasant.

Why doesn't the black one have a citrus scent?

Could it be that the white one has been worn for longer and has been infused with the scent of the younger female student?

Just as Fujiwara Izaya was about to examine the socks closely, Ikeda Seiji slammed his hand on the table and shouted through gritted teeth, "Don't let me find out who has those two pairs of socks, or I'll shove my own unwashed socks from the past month and a half into his mouth and let him have a taste!"

After saying that, he turned back to his best friend and asked, "Fujiwara-kun, you'll help me find that pervert, right?"

"Uh-huh."

Fujiwara Izaya nodded vigorously, his expression serious.

To avoid the torment of smelly socks, Ikeda-kun, you'd better not try to whitewash yourself.

At 8:30 a.m. sharp, Haruka Chimina walked into the classroom on time, carrying her textbooks and wearing her black stockings and high heels.

The sun was shining brightly, and the white clouds were drifting lazily.

The sea breeze blowing from Tokyo Bay swayed the white curtains, making people feel comfortable, and the air was filled with the unique scent of spring.

In the classroom, the female teacher diligently explained the classical Chinese texts at the podium, while the students sat in their seats hoping that the beautiful teacher would take special care of them. Fujiwara Izaya quietly pondered his demonic life.

This is what it means to live a peaceful and tranquil life.

As evening approached, the school bell rang.

Fujiwara Izaya stood up calmly, straightened his uniform, picked up his schoolbag, and left.

Feeling relaxed and happy.

As a student, it was time for him to leave work!

Although it seemed like he hadn't done anything that day, his skills hadn't improved at all, and he hadn't earned any money, he didn't feel guilty about wasting his time at all, because he had learned a lot of knowledge, and his chances of getting into Tokyo University had increased a little.

The life of an ordinary high school student is simple, unpretentious, and monotonous.

Let the spirits and demons deal with them, what does it have to do with me, Fujiwara-kun?

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Time flies.

The cherry blossoms bloomed in the last rays of spring, only to be knocked down by the night rain.

For several days in a row, apart from having to deal with Asuka's harassment, Fujiwara Rin didn't encounter any major trouble.

No female spider came to seek revenge, and the Kitahara family's construction site remained peaceful. He continued his peaceful daily routine along the same fixed path.

I go for a run in the morning, chat occasionally with Yukino Yukari, and had some of her homemade bread for free on Tuesday, though the texture and taste were inedible. On Wednesday morning, my Honda Civic wouldn't start, so after school I got the warranty card from her and took it to the dealership for repairs, only to be told that flood-damaged cars weren't covered under warranty.

Fujiwara Izaya wrote down the cost of his car repairs in a small notebook.

A total of 23,000 yen.

My junior answered question 18 of the 100 questions.

Go Fujiwara Izaya!

Hang in there, you'll get rid of her soon!

"Om~"

The phone on the table vibrated.

[Asuka: Answer me! 100 questions about you, senpai! Question 19: What are your hobbies, senpai?]

Fujiwara Izaya, who was doing math problems, put down his pen and picked up his phone.

After a week of training, he seemed to have gotten used to the inappropriate harassment from his junior and no longer felt annoyed by being disturbed.

[Fujiwara: Doing math problems.]

[Asuka:? 】

[Fujiwara: Still have questions?]

[Asuka: When I type a "?", it's not that I have a problem, it's that I think you have a problem.]

[Fujiwara: Is there a problem with liking to do math problems?]

[Asuka: This is a huge problem. Saving me would be a waste of medicine. Senpai, you might as well just dig a hole and bury yourself.]

[Fujiwara: I must correct your point of view. Mathematics is the most organized subject in the world. Whenever I face numbers, I feel particularly grounded because all its elements are in their proper place, and the meaning is clearly revealed. Besides my parents, only mathematics in this world treats me so well. Don't you like mathematics?]

[Asuka: You're such a blockhead! Senpai, you're such a blockhead, such a big blockhead!]

Fujiwara: I need to do my homework.

[Asuka: Wait, one last question, why did you join the Paranormal Research Club, senpai? Is there some secret between you and Hoshimi-senpai?]

Fujiwara Izaya has stopped replying.

He said he had to do his homework, so he did. If he replied to her messages again, she would become unreasonable and pester him all night. Having learned from the previous nights, Fujiwara Izaya learned to ignore her.

The pen tip scratched across the paper, making a soft rustling sound.

Fine dust particles floated in the air, and a few moths circled the yellowish lampshade. After a while, perhaps getting bored, they flapped their wings and flew away.

"Ah~"

Fujiwara Izaya stretched.

On the desk were Asuka's stockings and a Spanish verb list, and on the wall was a calendar with a picture of Mount Fuji.

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he stuffed two pairs of stockings into a drawer, hid them, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.

Chapter 57. The Kasahara Family: Mother and Her Two Daughters

"Ahhh-"

"Wooden block! Wooden block, senior is a big piece of wood—"

A clear, loud voice rang out in the living room. Mrs. Kasahara, who was arranging flowers, turned her head and saw her youngest daughter rolling around on the sofa with a cushion between her legs, muttering curses as if venting her frustration.

After spinning around twice, he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ouch……"

"It hurts..."

The sight of her youngest daughter rolling on the ground, clutching her head, broke her heart as a mother, yet also made her want to laugh a little.

"Asuka, come here to Mommy."

"What are you doing!"

Kasahara Asuka got up and sat opposite her mother.

Still fuming about her old friend, she pursed her lips and puffed out her cheeks.

"Who made Mommy's little cutie angry?" Mrs. Kasahara couldn't help but pinch her daughter's little face. Her daughter had been so cute since she was a baby, and she had been pinching her face for more than ten years without getting tired of it.

"Mom, I really don't understand~" Kasahara Asuka grabbed her mother's hand, looking very dissatisfied. "Do you think Senpai is having an affair with Hoshimi Rinko? Otherwise, why does he stop replying whenever I bring up this topic? Could it be that Senpai is secretly dating that bitch?"

Mrs. Kasahara thought for a moment and asked, "Is that shrine maiden from Hachiman Shrine also hanging out with him?"

"How would I know? My senior wouldn't tell me..." Kasahara Asuka rested her chin on the table in a sigh, as if she was very bored. She picked up a rose that her mother used for flower arranging and smelled it.

A sensual and alluring scent lingers in the air, refreshing and delightful.

“Spring roses are paler than autumn roses, both in color and fragrance,” Mrs. Kasahara said with a smile. “However, spring roses are superior in their fresh and elegant nature, without being gaudy.”

"Not interested..."

Kasahara Asuka pouted.

"You've always been so impatient," Mrs. Kasahara chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her daughter's hair. "Tell me about that senior of yours, is there any progress between you two?"

Kasahara Asuka pinched the tip of her little finger: "Just a tiny bit."

"Ok?"

Mrs. Kasahara thought for a moment, and a sly smile involuntarily appeared on her face.

"Oh, I see, I see." She nodded as if she understood. "So she got humiliated by a boy, so she's been sulking all night. It's the first time in my life, how novel."

"mom--"

Kasahara Asuka raised her voice, looking at her mother, who was acting like a naughty child, with displeasure.

What are you two talking about?

Kasahara Fukari, who had just finished taking a shower, appeared at the top of the stairs on the second floor.

A tall, elegant woman, dressed in a thin, soft, and expensive yukata, walked down to the living room. In the soft, dim light, Kasahara Asuka saw that her sister's skin was snow-white with a faint blush, as beautiful and captivating as the rose in her mother's hand.

That gaze, always carrying a hint of disdain and indifference, was always so captivating.

“Eri Fukahara, come over here.” Mrs. Kasahara beckoned. “It’s rare that you don’t have to go to the Ninth Division tonight, so come and help your mother with flower arranging.”

Kasahara Fukari sat down at the table, picked up a rose, and gently sniffed it: "Was Mother talking to Asuka about Fujiwara Izaya just now?"

“Eri’s ears are really sharp.” Mrs. Kasahara smiled gently, picking up the flowers on the table as well. “Let’s put aside the other boys for now and arrange the flowers. Asuka, don’t go!”

Kasahara Asuka, who had just stood up to make a run for it, had no choice but to sit down obediently.

She disliked the outdated traditional art of flower arranging, preferring only new and trendy things. Forced to stay here, she could only rest her chin on her hands, staring blankly as her mother and sister discussed flower arranging techniques.