Becoming a god in a low-key way in the supernatural world

Not only her, but several teachers around her were also very surprised.

Have young girls these days become so picky? It just doesn't seem right, does it? He's so handsome...

Chiko Takanashi hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided against inquiring about the student's personal privacy and changed the subject: "Let's put this aside for now. There will be a school song choir performance next month. Until then, you need to get rid of your habit of slacking off, remember?"

"Well, I can only say I'll try my best." Kotekawa Kami felt that this was a bit difficult.

Ever since he scared a little girl next to him to tears when he was in elementary school, he has never sung in public again.

Chiko Takanashi looked at him and blinked: "It seems that Kotegawa is a poor student in music. How about this, the teacher will find someone to tutor you."

"Do we need to have extra lessons? That's unnecessary, isn't it?"

"Hey, why are you being so polite with the teacher?" Chiko Takanashi picked up her phone and started tapping away. A little while later, Hanamai Takanashi arrived, looking completely bewildered: "Did you need something?"

She doesn't feel comfortable calling her "Mom" at school.

Kamiko Kotegawa opened her mouth.

Ms. Senko looked troubled: "Kotegawa isn't very good at singing, so I'd appreciate it if you could teach him a lot during this time, so that by the middle of next month he can at least make a sound, okay?"

The little bird, Yu Huawu, was taken aback, then lowered her head shyly: "Yes, I will listen to the teacher."

"Furutegawa-kun, do you have a problem with that?"

No, no.

"Great, that's all for now. Good luck, everyone!" Chiko Takanashi smiled broadly and waved her hand.

Kotegawa Kami glanced at Takanashi Hanamai beside him, then turned and walked away together.

"Ms. Qianzi, I have a student in my class who isn't very good at singing. Could you please have your daughter give him some pointers?"

From a distant cubicle, a teacher spoke in the distance.

With a polite smile, Ms. Takanashi said, "I'm sorry, Ms. Akasaka, my daughter is actually quite slow-witted and probably can't tutor too many people. Besides, she doesn't have much time. It's already a miracle that I was able to ask her for help."

"Ah, I see. Then forget it."

Author's Note on Launching the Product (12:05 AM tonight)

As everyone knows, I'm a naturally introverted, shy, kind, and completely newbie, and I've gotten to where I am now without really knowing anything about it.

It's exactly 9 p.m. now, and in three hours, I'll be facing my fears.

My emotions are a little agitated, and I suddenly don't know what to say.

This book was mainly an attempt to try something different, but it was limited by my own knowledge and writing skills, so it wasn't very well written. I wonder how many readers are still reading it now and how many of them will be getting into the story soon?

Oh dear, I'm just rambling incoherently. I'd better stop talking about this nonsense.

My editor, Penglai, provided tremendous support for the book "Supernatural." We've been recommending it all the way from its initial publication to the Sanjiang Literature City, and I can say that the recommendation process has been almost perfect. I'm truly grateful to him.

Next, I want to thank all the brothers who read and support us.

I feel truly humbled by all the recommendation votes, monthly tickets, and generous donations.

I'm really limited in ability, and my writing skills are quite average. Ever since my last book, I've been feeling uneasy. Do I really deserve everyone's subscriptions? Is what I write actually boring? How far can I go?

Oh dear, it's all so frustrating.

We've gone off on a tangent again.

We had an event before, and there are still 15 bonus chapters that haven't been written yet. We'll start writing them from the day after tomorrow, and keep writing until we finish. Then we'll aim for at least 6,000 words, and keep writing until we can't write anymore, to finish this book.

Finally, I'd like to thank my beloved Liunian for taking care of this little nobody in his busy schedule. It's a pity I can't use the one-click F key. Thank you, Yilan Xiaoxiangyu, for spending so much money before just to give me monthly tickets. Thank you, Yuese, I don't know if you're in the group. If you are, would you like to fencing together sometime? Thank you, ANMDREAM, I will definitely keep my promise and make up for every extra chapter I promised.

Also, thanks to Witch, Master Wufang, Lost Little Totoro, Brother Hopeless, What to Do When You're Out of Books, and Brother Mental Illness.

Thank you so much for your support.

And also, the underwater master recommended by our Zhang, the underwater master's "Immortal in a Pot" is as good as ever.

Well, there will be a reverse V chapter in a few days, which means some of the previously free chapters will be converted into V chapters. But it won't be tonight, so, as always, as you all know, I'll say it again: please give me a first subscription! Please!

Our collection has less than 30,000 items, and it hasn't been rising much even on Sanjiang recently, so it's probably reached its limit.

Sigh, judging from the recent subscription-to-receiver ratio of our new light novel, a ratio of 20 to 1 seems to be the norm.

Um, maybe I'll do even worse? Because I really don't have much confidence that I can get over 500 average subscriptions this time. I'd be happy if it's over 1,000, and even happier if it's over 2,000. But if it's over 3,000, I'll just give up!

Ah, tomorrow is also a very special and great day, the centenary of the founding of the Communist Party of China. I sincerely congratulate the country on becoming more prosperous and powerful. As an ordinary citizen, I am truly delighted and proud.

Hmm, I probably won't be writing about Japanese settings in my next book;

Actually, I'm just an insignificant nobody who likes watching anime, got into this genre, and tried to write a story.

I have never knelt down, nor am I a Japanese soldier; I beg you please stop cursing me like this, it's really awful.

I just wanted to write a story like this, simply because the environment might be a bit more relaxed?

Well, I don't know if it's appropriate to say this here. Another guy just contacted me to ask how I should respond.

Sigh, please let me go.

I'll stop writing after I finish this book.

Chapter 126 The Legendary Exorcism on Campus

On the way back to the classroom, Kotegawa Kami said to Takanashi Hanabu with some concern, "Let me tell you first, my singing might be a little scary, so you'd better be mentally prepared."

How scary is it?

"...When I was in fifth grade, I scared a few classmates to tears."

Takanashi Hanamai couldn't help but smile, barely managing to suppress it as she blinked: "I'm actually looking forward to it."

"Hmph, I'm not responsible if you get scared and cry!"

"Well, someday..."

"what?"

"Nothing, when does it start? This afternoon?"

"No, I have some club matters to attend to this afternoon, and I don't know when I'll be able to go back. How about starting tomorrow?"

"Is it in the music room, or at my house?"

"Hmm...at school, right? I'm afraid the other neighbors will call the police if I'm at home."

The little bird dance and flower dance made me laugh so hard I bent over.

Kotekawa Kami smiled and wasn't in a hurry to go back to work. He bought two cans of herbal tea from the vending machine in the aisle, handed one to her, and sat down on the concrete railing next to him, tilting his head back to drink half of it.

Little Bird Swimming and Flower Dance leaned against the side, her head slightly tilted, her hair swaying gently in the wind, her bright eyes full of spirit, as beautiful as a painting.

After finishing their tea, they threw the can into the trash can and walked back to the classroom to begin their afternoon classes.

"Dusk is neither day nor night. At this time, the outlines of the world become blurred, and if you're lucky, you can even see non-human things..."

"Regarding thought, the asceticism of the Stoics and the hedonism of the Epicureans..."

"Life is but fifty years, like a dream, like an illusion... In this lesson, we will learn five unspeakable bedtime stories about Master Ji and his wife..."

……

After the last class, the ancient history teacher left with a satisfied look on his face, leaving the entire class feeling disappointed and indignant.

Hmph, what unspeakable bedtime story? You clickbait title!

Kotekawa Kami flipped through the book one last time, silently reciting the content he had just learned several times with his almost photographic memory. After memorizing it, he packed his schoolbag, slung it over his shoulder along with his sword pouch, and left the classroom with Shirakawa Nozomi and Takanashi Hanamai.

Outside, in front of Class 1, the Motoshiba siblings and Mikazuki Seisakusho had just come out.

Kami Kotekawa waved to Mikazuki: "I need some help with the student council work. Be careful on your way back."

"You too, please be careful."

The conversation was normal; nobody thought there was anything wrong with it, at least not at the moment.

Kami watched the four people leave the teaching building, and after waiting for a while, he saw Kurumi Shirakawa, who was carrying a bag and a black nylon bag.

He looked at it, puzzled, and asked, "What's today?"

"Today it's tachi, my specialty. How about it, want to give it a try?" Shirakawa Kurumi handed him the bag with a smile.

Kotekawa Kami held it in his hand and tossed it around, pondering, "It's a bit light."

"Hmph, sharpness is enough."

The junior priest said calmly, "I'll wait at the club."

Kami Kotekawa looked puzzled: "Let's go together? Don't you want to gain more practical experience?"

Shirakawa Nozomi said calmly, "A club can't be without members. Besides, what powerful monsters could there be in the school?"

He turned and left.

Kami Kotekawa withdrew his gaze and looked at Kurumi Shirakawa, somewhat puzzled: "Has he lost his mind again? What gave him the illusion that he's so amazing?"

"This time it's just an inspection of the old school building, it'll probably only be one trip."

They went to the old school building at the back, carrying the documents that the student council had delivered the day before.

As Shirakawa Kurumi walked and looked around, she muttered to herself, "The job is simply to check for any particular safety hazards. If you encounter a ghost, please distinguish between good and evil before deciding whether to exorcise it... Note: Please be very careful!"

"So this is your brother's forte, right?" Kotegawa Kami said. "The priest should have special methods to identify and detect more accurately, right?"

"Hmph, I can do what he can do too!" Shirakawa Kurumi puffed out her little chest, not entirely convinced.

"Then I'll have to trouble you. I'll cheer you on from the sidelines."

"Then you have to wear a skirt!"

"Hmm? Shall we change our clothes now?"

"Huh? What did Kotegawa say to the lady?"

"But never mind, your school uniform is a bit small in the chest area, I probably won't be able to fit into it."