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

After they had finished playing, they remembered their business and hurriedly went back to their room to open the boxes and take out the appliances to organize them.

Setting up these basic household appliances is not difficult at all.

However, there is a lack of furniture, so some things can only be temporarily placed on the floor.

After the setup was almost complete, Ben Changyou looked around, put her hands on her hips, and sighed, "Finally, it feels a bit like home."

It was completely empty before, there was nothing there.

Takanashi Hanamai, watching from the side, said, "Perhaps we should suggest that he move all our belongings over here."

"Come on, school hasn't even started yet. He lives here all by himself. How can he spend all his money on this?" Motoba Yuka strongly disagreed.

"Yes, your thoughts are exactly the same as Glasses-kun's."

"What do you mean by exactly the same? Isn't that what a normal person should have?" Ben Changyou asked rhetorically.

“That’s true, but that Mr. Kotegawa said he has a job... In other words, he has an income.”

"Huh?" Motoba Yuka was greatly surprised: "But he only arrived here yesterday afternoon! Sorata picked him up, and then he came straight to my house for a visit, staying until evening before going home... Did he find a job on his way back? It wasn't some strange job, was it!"

Little Bird Swimming and Flower Dance watched her, the corners of her mouth constantly turning upwards.

"Speak quickly!" Ben Changyoujia was slightly embarrassed and annoyed.

Birdsong Flower Dance shook his head: "He said it's just some casual odd jobs, nothing strange."

"Part-time job? Part-time job?" Honjo Yuka said thoughtfully, "That makes sense. With his face, he could easily be a model. It would definitely be much easier for him to find a job."

"And he's incredibly strong," Takanashi Hanamai added. "He'll definitely be very popular after school starts."

"Is there even a question?" Benchang Youjia wasn't surprised.

Takanashi Hanamai glanced at her sideways and said, "What I mean is, Glasses-kun might be under a lot of pressure then."

Honba Yuka opened her mouth, then hesitated and said, "Kotegawa shouldn't be that kind of person... Oh well, it's all about the boys. If you can't figure it out, just let them be."

She waved her hand dismissively.

It's hard to say for sure, and it's not anyone's fault. Some people just drift apart without you even realizing it, though it's not intentional...

Yuka sighed softly, sounding exasperated, "Why won't that kid Sorata grow taller? He's so skinny, like a bamboo pole!"

Birdsong Flower Dance deeply agrees: "It's so pitiful that Glasses-kun always has a fierce-looking person pressing down on his head."

"A fierce-looking person? Who is it?" Motoyo Yuka was stunned for a moment before realizing who it was, and immediately put on a "fierce" face, reaching out to tickle her: "You're teasing me again!"

Kotori Hanamaru chuckled, about to retaliate, when she suddenly caught sight of a familiar car out of the corner of her eye. She quickly composed herself and said, "Stop fooling around, they're back!"

The next second, she transformed back into the quiet, unassuming Takanashi Hana-mu.

Ben Changyou didn't take it to heart; after knowing her for so many years, how could she not know this?

Not long after, the sound of the car turning off echoed in the yard.

They quickly went downstairs, and as they waved at the bottom of the stairs, they saw Kami Kotegawa carrying a sofa into the building.

"Wow, that's incredible strength!" Yuka exclaimed in amazement, finally witnessing something truly remarkable.

Little Bird Dance Flower Dance nodded silently. A few days ago, she and her mother were both exhausted, but they still couldn't move the sofa out of the house.

Kotekawa Kami put down the sofa and only had time to glance at it briefly, but at first glance it felt like a home.

He grinned slightly, turned around, and went out to carry other things.

This time, he not only bought a sofa, but also several tables, chairs, a small wardrobe, a small kotatsu... He brought back a whole truckload of miscellaneous items, spending all the money he earned last night.

But now, we've got everything we need.

When Kotori Hanamai looked at the small desk, wardrobe, and kotatsu that had been moved in, her eyes widened in surprise.

These all belonged to her room before... and she used them all.

Honba Yuka clicked her tongue in amazement and said, "If your fans knew this, they'd probably be incredibly jealous of Kotegawa."

Birdsong Flower Dance glanced at her sideways and said, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, I don't have much popularity."

Honjo Yuuka rolled her eyes: "Yes, yes, get to work, you unpopular Prince Sengo."

Takanashi Hanamai's face flushed red, her defenses broken, and she glared at him, saying, "Don't you dare call me that name!"

Chapter Fifteen: Sunny Skies of the Crescent Moon

Half an hour later, the group worked together to move the things, and the room was almost completely furnished.

Kotekawa Kami washed his face, looked around the room, and liked it more and more.

This place was well-organized and the layout was indeed very reasonable. Every appliance was placed in its proper place, except for the air conditioner, which hadn't been installed yet.

Installing an air conditioner is a job that requires both strength and skill; even two girls couldn't handle it.

He stood in the corridor and politely invited Chiko Takanashi to the side. With the siblings and the Takanashi family's daughter as witnesses, they settled the bill.

The money was just withdrawn from the bank, and the price had already been agreed upon, so there was nothing to worry about.

Looking at the thick stack of "Mr. Yukichi" notes, Honba Sorata asked with curiosity, "Did you earn all of this from your part-time jobs?"

"Earned from working."

"That's great!" Honba Sorata felt a pang of envy. Although his family owned a wagashi (Japanese sweets) shop and he always helped out at home, he didn't receive a salary from his job; he only received 5,000 yen in pocket money each month.

They were extremely poor.

"That's great!" Motoba Yuka said enviously, "Unlike our family, we not only treat our two children like laborers, but we also only pay them five thousand yen a month."

"That's pocket money!" Honba Sorata corrected, "We don't get paid."

"Huh? But if it's wages, wouldn't it feel better? At least it's not like I'm working for free."

"What do you mean by 'working for free'? Aren't we all just doing chores for the family? Besides, you're slacking off most of the time!"

The two siblings started fighting again as they were talking.

Kotekawa Kami glanced at the time, thinking he would find a place to treat the miserable brother and sister to lunch later.

Chiko Takanashi couldn't help but chuckle: "Since we still need to return the car to the rental shop, we won't bother you any longer. See you at school the day after tomorrow."

Kami Kotegawa rose to see him off: "Yes, see you the day after tomorrow, Takanashi-sensei."

Takanashi Hanamachi bowed slightly and said to the siblings in the audience, "See you at school the day after tomorrow."

After they left, Kotekawa Kamimi tidied himself up a bit and said to the two siblings, "Let's go eat together, it's on me."

Just as she was about to go home, Motoba Yuka's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Kami Kotekawa locked the door: "Don't be shy with me. If there's anywhere you want to go or anything you want to eat, just let me know."

"Let's go eat Ishikari Nabe-yaki!"

Honba Yuuka looked down at her bratty younger brother: "Didn't Dad give you an extra 5,000 yen this month? If you want to eat yakiniku, pick a time when you want to, and don't forget to share half with me."

Sora's face turned red. "You really are inhuman! Not only do I have to eat what you like, but I also have to share the money I worked so hard to get with you?"

He angrily retorted, "No way! I'll give you two thousand at most!"

The siblings quickly realized who was better, and Kote Kawakami, seeing this, kindly said, "I've never tried either of these. How about we find a place and try them both?"

Sorata immediately burst into tears: "You're such a good person, Kotegawa!"

He doesn't really like Ishikari nabe, which is all fish; he prefers hot jiyaki.

"I happen to know a good shop, let's go!" Honjo Yuka excitedly pushed the bicycle she had ridden over into the yard.

Actually, as long as you don't go to a restaurant that specializes in both of these flavors, you can find any place that serves both. The taste might be slightly different, but it will be cheaper.

The three of them went out and headed straight for the nearby commercial street.

This is where the two siblings grew up, so they are naturally very familiar with it.

On the way there, Honba Sorata quietly tugged at Kotegawa and whispered, "She's definitely going to that coffee shop."

"?"

A big question mark popped into Kotegawa Kami's mind.

He doesn't understand again.

Do you have to go to a coffee shop to eat Ishikari nabe and jiyaki?

Or is it that coffee shops are actually more than just places to drink coffee; they're actually restaurants that specialize in coffee?

So this is what a coffee shop is!

The young man from the countryside, who had never been to a coffee shop before, understood, remembered, and learned.

Sora was still muttering to himself, "It's mainly because his girlfriend works at that store."

"Girlfriend!" Kotekawa Kami's expression became more serious.

Of all the people I know here, Motoba Yuka is the first one to have a girlfriend.

Yuka Honba, who was walking in front, turned around and excitedly came over, asking curiously, "Why are you whispering? Count me in too!"

“No, that’s not true!” Honba Sorata shook his head vigorously. “I was just discussing the next leg of our journey with Kotegawa.”

"Tch! Do you think I'm stupid?" Honba Yuka rolled her eyes, then pointed to the bookstore next door: "I know, you guys were discussing buying erotic books, weren't you? That's why you were too embarrassed to let me know!"

In the bookstore next door, a row of magazines with mosaic covers was placed on the bookshelf by the window, which was quite fitting.

Kotegawa Kami looked away, thinking to himself how bold city folks were to display such an embarrassing book in such a conspicuous place.

Honba Sora's face flushed red: "Alright, you think you know everything!"

Benchang Youjia glanced at him sideways, and was about 80% sure of what was going on. Without asking any more questions, he ran ahead to lead the way.

Ten minutes later, she indeed stopped in front of a coffee shop.

Kotegawa Kami looked up.

This is indeed a coffee shop with a fresh and comfortable style. It looks like a great place to have coffee in the afternoon, and it's hard to associate the smoky atmosphere of a kitchen with this place.

"We're here!" Motoba Yuka excitedly pushed open the door and walked in, shouting as soon as she entered, "Manager Amamiya, Haruka, I'm here to patronize you!"

Still standing outside the door, Honba Sorata put his hands behind his back, looking inscrutable: "Let's go in. She'll probably introduce you later, so I won't say any more."