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

Although the yard isn't very big, it's big enough to put a few tables and have a barbecue.

Kotegawa went outside, looked up at the building, and called out, "Shall we go to the supermarket to buy groceries?"

"Okay!" The three girls ran down.

The whole room of people went out in a large group.

A few hours later, as dusk fell, the little priest, wearing an apron around his waist, fanned the charcoal fire with a fan.

The guy with glasses was skewering meat on the side.

Kotekawa Kami was cutting meat, the knife in his hand leaving afterimages as he cut, producing meat slices of very uniform size and thickness.

The task of grilling should naturally be left to someone who knows how; he can just help out.

The three of them were busy as bees.

Soon, the aroma of roasted meat wafted through the air.

It's rush hour now, and passersby can't help but turn their heads.

"Excuse me, your grilled meat skewers smell so good, could I buy some?"

A melodious, bell-like voice rang out from the doorway.

The three people who were busy all turned their heads at the same time.

A girl with a large bust and a single ponytail stood at the entrance, leaning half her body inside, drooling as she looked at the barbecue grill.

Kami Kotekawa's eyelids twitched slightly, then he lowered his head to cut the meat.

Although we haven't seen her face yet, the voice and those big rabbits definitely belong to Fujiwara Kaori.

The young priest and Sora looked at him strangely, not quite understanding why Kotegawa had suddenly lost interest in the big-breasted beauty.

Kotekawa Kami turned his head, gestured with his lips toward the grilled meat skewers, indicating that she should be sent away.

Honjo Sora understood. He wiped his hands with his apron, took an empty plastic bag, filled it with a few skewers, and walked over, saying, "Excuse me, these are for our own consumption. If you like, I'll give you some."

"Really? I'm so happy! Thank you so much!" Fujiwara Kaori accepted it with great surprise, the rabbit in front of her trembling.

Sorata felt a little dizzy and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Kotegawa, only to find him still chopping vegetables, not even glancing in his direction.

He was immediately at a loss.

Wait a minute, this isn't the Kotegawa he knows!

Kami Kotegawa had a stern face.

Fujiwara Kaori, standing at the door, inhaled the aroma of the grilled meat skewers. Although she wanted to take them out and eat them right away, that would be too impolite. She tied up the bag, looked at Honba Sorata, and said, "Excuse me, I have something else I'd like to ask you."

Being stared at by such a beautiful girl, Honba Sorata's old habit kicked in again. He subconsciously looked away, blushing, and said, "P-Please, go ahead!"

"Excuse me, is there anyone with the surname Kotegawa living around here?"

"Kotegawa?" Honba Sorata was taken aback, and subconsciously asked, "Do you need to see Kotegawa?"

“It’s not me who’s in trouble, it’s my grandfather.” She explained, “He’s my grandfather’s student. It seems like something happened at his home, so my grandfather came to check on things, but he’s a little lost right now.”

"So who is your grandfather?"

“My grandfather’s surname was Fujiwara, and he taught at Kano Private High School.”

"Eh? It's Fujiwara-sensei?" Sora Honba was immediately shocked: "So you're Fujiwara Kaori from the honors class? As expected... you truly live up to your name!"

"What do you mean by 'truly deserving of the title'?" Fujiwara Kaori looked at him questioningly, then quickly realized what he meant and asked in confusion, "Do you know me?"

“I also study at Kano, in the first class of the general studies department…” Honba Sorata scratched his head, turned to look at Kotekawa Kami, and tentatively asked, “It seems that Fujiwara-sensei has arrived.”

Kotegawa Kami put down the kitchen knife, washed his hands with water, and walked up to Fujiwara Kaori under her gaze. Speaking in the local dialect of Nagano Ina, he said, "I am Kotegawa. May I ask where Fujiwara-sensei is?"

Fujiwara Kaori looked a little confused, and after a while she said, "Oh, you must be Kotegawa-kun? My grandfather is talking to someone outside."

Kotekawa Kami thanked him and walked out.

Both the young priest and the bespectacled man were a little confused; it was actually the first time they had ever heard Kotegawa Kami speak in this tone.

"There's a problem! A huge problem!"

A slightly bewildered Fujiwara Kaori looked at them, and both of them forced smiles.

"Sorata, Shirakawa-kun, Kotegawa, dinner—"

Before the good story could be finished, the moment the person stepped out of the room, their gaze was fixed on Fujiwara Kaori.

She was dumbfounded.

Where did these huge beauties come from?

"Why did you stop?" Takanashi Hanabu, who was blocked at the back, peeked out in confusion, and then froze instantly, as if she had met Medusa's eyes.

"What happened?" Shirakawa Kurumi curiously squeezed out, and when she saw Fujiwara Kaori, she was also dumbfounded: "Holy crap! Where did this big-breasted beauty come from?"

The shortest of them all, Mikazuki Haruka, who was stuck at the very back, tried her best to stand on tiptoe, but she still couldn't see anything. Moreover, there were already three people blocking her way, so she had no choice but to go to the window to look.

Fujiwara Kaori was surprised to find so many girls in the room. After a moment of surprise, she bowed and greeted them, "Hello, I'm just a passerby looking for Kotegawa."

"What?!" Three extremely shocked voices rang out.

That guy actually knows such beautiful, busty women? And he's never even mentioned them to them?

This……

Sorata Honba quickly interjected, "She's Fujiwara Kaori from the top class, and she's Fujiwara-sensei's granddaughter. It's because Fujiwara-sensei came to visit Kotegawa but couldn't find his house, so Fujiwara-san came to ask for directions. Actually, she doesn't know Kotegawa, right, Fujiwara-san?"

Fujiwara Kaori nodded and politely replied, "I don't know Kotegawa-san. I'm just accompanying my grandfather to visit."

"Oh, so that's what happened..." The three girls blocking the doorway said "Oh," but they didn't feel much relieved; the pressure on each of them increased.

Whether we knew each other or not, we know each other now anyway.

Yuka looked around and tentatively asked, "So, Kotegawa went to see Fujiwara-sensei?"

“That’s right…” Fujiwara Kaori turned her head and glanced at him, then bowed slightly and said, “Sorry to bother you, thank you for the grilled meat skewers, I’ll take my leave now.”

"Yes, please take care." Honba Sorata said politely, watching her leave.

The three girls at the door turned around and went back into the house, huddled together and whispered. Yujia exclaimed, "Wow! Is that the legendary Fujiwara Kaori? She really is beautiful and has a great figure!"

"I think I just saw a combination of Walnut and Sky," Takanashi Hanamaru said wistfully.

"Beautiful and with a great figure? How can the gods be so biased? Should I go and kill her?" Shirakawa Kurumi's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Forehead……"

With his arms crossed, the little priest leaning against the doorway said calmly, "Don't think too much about it. Kotegawa ignored her and didn't seem to want to have any interaction with her."

"Huh?" The girls who had been muttering all turned around and looked at him.

The junior priest calmly said, "If you don't believe me, you can ask him." He raised his hand and pointed to the astonished Honba Sorata.

Then four pairs of eyes pierced him like sharp swords, and the bespectacled man suddenly felt immense pressure. He nervously said, "That's right, that's right! Just now, Kotegawa even blurted out his hometown dialect! And when Fujiwara Kaori came, he didn't even glance at her! He even told me to send her away!"

The girls fell silent.

A moment later, Yuka's puzzled voice rang out: "Why? This isn't the Kotegawa I know."

"That's right, he's not interested in Fujiwara Kaori at all? That's outrageous! Where did the sun rise today?"

"Yeah, that's even more outrageous than Glasses Guy finding a girlfriend!"

"Hey! What's it to me?!" Glasses protested loudly, clearly unconvinced.

The little priest walked away, utterly speechless. If he's enthusiastic, you're nervous; if he's not enthusiastic, you're still nervous.

Women, ah... truly incomprehensible creatures!

My Yuzi is the best...

……

Outside the door, Furutekawa Kami and Fujiwara-sensei stood in front of his house, which was being demolished, talking in hushed tones.

"Fujiwara-sensei, that's not fair of you."

"Xiangzi is just going to stay at my house for a couple of days, so I came to visit her on the way. If you don't overthink it, she won't know," Fujiwara-sensei said slowly, her hands behind her back.

Seeing that he was somewhat speechless, Kotekawa asked, "So, did you come to visit your student this time?"

"No, I was just passing by." Fujiwara-sensei looked embarrassed. "I didn't prepare any money as a token of my appreciation."

"Sigh..." Kotekawa Kami sighed, his face full of sorrow: "As you can see now, my house is gone. I didn't even have insurance or anything back then. Rebuilding it now will cost a lot of money. I'm under a lot of pressure, so Fujiwara-sensei, please don't do anything reckless."

Fujiwara-sensei glanced at him and said casually, "I know you bought the house next door."

Kami Kotekawa was taken aback: "Uh? You... how did you know?"

Mr. Fujiwara put his hands behind his back and sighed, "I wanted to buy it back then, but I was too late. The owner sold it to the young neighbor next door."

"That's quite a coincidence." Kote Kawakami said without changing his expression, "You know what, it's precisely because they bought houses that the students are poor."

Fujiwara-sensei's face darkened slightly: "Is that so? It seems I should give the Special Division another heads-up. In the future, it would be better to verify Ishikawa Yasuhiro's bounty application process for a few more days."

Upon hearing this, Kotekawa Kami immediately understood why Ishikawa Yasuhiro was always able to transfer money to him so quickly. It turned out that this guy in front of him had made arrangements with the other side in private to take care of him...

His old face flushed red. Well, even if Mr. Fujiwara didn't know the exact amount of silver in his pocket, he knew roughly how much.

His face was filled with emotion: "Teacher, it turns out you were the one taking care of me! This really touches my heart. Have you had dinner yet? We made a barbecue. It's a bit of a shame we didn't have any alcohol, but it still tasted great. Would you like to have some with us?"

"It's a rare treat for Kotegawa to invite me, so I won't stand on ceremony, teacher." Fujiwara-sensei turned around with her hands behind her back and slowly walked towards the door next door where Fujiwara Kaori was.

Kotekawa Kami watched his retreating figure, speechless with choked sobs. At that moment, he truly wished he could raise his hand and slap himself a few times...

Chapter Thirty-Five: Anything Can Be Found in Dreams (4600)

With two more guests at the table, the atmosphere became noticeably more reserved.

The little priest and the bespectacled man became ruthless barbecue machines, grilling but not eating, delivering dishes to the table like an assembly line.

Next to the mountain of grilled skewers on the table, Youjia took small bites of scallion segments. Both the scallions and green peppers were grilled to perfection, mixed with salt, pepper and cumin, leaving a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth after each bite.

She chewed slowly, her eyes constantly drifting towards Fujiwara Kaori, who was sitting diagonally opposite her.

Fujiwara Kaori's appearance was too perfect. She was tall and slender with a high and straight figure. Her fair neck was long and delicate. When she sat down, the full curves from her back to her hips were so enviable that even she, a girl, felt a little envious. Moreover, she was a rich young lady from a wealthy family. Compared to Fujiwara Kaori, she felt like a wild girl from the countryside.