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

Shirakawa Taizan, who was standing nearby, quickly leaned over and asked, "How is it?"

The man stared at the fortune slip, remained silent for a long while, and then uttered two words: "Very bad luck!"

Chapter 82 Going to a Concert (4000)

"The head priest of Yachiyo Shrine came to my house and is asking my father about you."

Hu Tao’s deliberately lowered voice came through the receiver.

Kami Kotekawa, who was on speakerphone, paused for a moment, then chuckled, "It's just an ordinary match, is it really worth making such a fuss about?"

"Jingmi is the only girl in this generation, and also the youngest sister in the family. They cherish her dearly."

"Well, let them ask all they want then."

"Be careful, I'm worried her brothers might come and cause you trouble."

"Don't worry, even if it were her family's divine messenger or patriarch, it wouldn't make a difference, let alone her brother."

"...I hope everything is alright."

They chatted for a while longer before hanging up the phone.

Mikazuki, looking at him from across the room, asked in confusion, "Who is Yachiyo?"

"Yachiyo Shizuya, the one in the top class, she's Kurumi's friend and also the first hero in our school to dare to challenge the exorcism club."

Kotekawa Kami briefly explained the whole story, and Mikazuki Seisakusou understood. He said with a hint of speechlessness, "I have heard of the top two students in the special class, but they are completely different from what I imagined."

The top students in the honors class are Fujiwara Kaori and Yachiyo Shizuya, both of whom are prominent figures in the school, extremely popular, and have always been well-liked and loved... Of course, Kotegawa is also quite famous to some extent, although he has more of a bad reputation.

After breakfast, they dawdled as they cleared the table and tidied up the dishes.

Then, Kotegawa went back to his bedroom to change into his outdoor clothes, while Mikazuki went to wake Yuka up.

Today was supposed to be a time for leisure and doing nothing, but after these two days, it will be the school festival that Glasses-kun is most looking forward to. Glasses-kun needs to muster up the courage to confess, and before that, he needs to gather up enough courage for Glasses-kun's confession.

As for how to muster up that courage, there's no better way than a powerful performance and applause from the audience.

So now he has to go to school to practice the drums.

Mikazuki also has to work at a coffee shop, and Yuuka, who has nothing to do, goes along to help.

The coffee shop is severely understaffed. The big white cat, who has never been so diligent in all these years, is suffering terribly. She is a cat, but she is being treated like a dog and ordered around. No cat could stand this!

So she set her sights on Youjia.

The high salaries at coffee shops are also quite attractive.

She only gets 8000 yen a month for helping out at home (it was 5000 before she went to high school, and it has increased by 3000 now, which is the result of serious negotiations between her boyfriend and her father).

Working at a coffee shop, even on weekdays, can earn you 4000 yen a day! On weekends, that's double.

With such a difference, even someone with a poor mind would know which one to choose!

So, she resolutely and reluctantly left her family's wagashi (Japanese sweets) shop to work at a coffee shop.

Uncle Gui sighed, but to be honest, if his wife hadn't forbade it, he would have liked to work part-time at a coffee shop occasionally. He didn't care about the salary or the boss's looks; the important thing was that they were neighbors, and they should help each other and love each other.

After getting up, Yujia sat at the table for a while in a daze before slowly eating her breakfast. She eats breakfast quite slowly; if she's not in a hurry, it can take her an hour.

However, the coffee shop doesn't open particularly early, so there's enough time.

Kotegawa Kamimi took a feather duster and went upstairs to clean the rooms on the third floor.

Mikazuki also went upstairs, carrying a feather duster in her hand; she was going to help Kotegawa.

Without thinking much, Yujia turned on the TV and slowly ate her fish while watching the morning news.

Actually, she doesn't really like eating fish. It's fishy and has a lot of bones. Every time she eats it, she spits it out as much as she can, which is quite annoying.

But even if she disliked it, she would carefully eat every last bit of fish that Mikazuki made for her.

Back when Mikazuki lived in the North Ward, she couldn't even bear to eat fish; she would only cook a little when Mikazuki visited. So now she cherishes food very much.

...An hour and a half later, Yujia, who had finished all the grilled fish, tomato miso soup, fried potatoes, stir-fried carrots and rice, hummed a song as she washed her dishes and then looked at the stairwell with a puzzled expression.

What's going on? It's just cleaning one room, why isn't it done yet?

Her eyes darted around, and a possibility suddenly occurred to her... Could it be that this young couple was secretly doing something bad behind her back?

Thinking about it, her breath caught in her throat and her heart pounded. She hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't suppress her curiosity. She crouched down, tiptoed, and carefully made her way upstairs step by step.

However, before she even reached the second floor, just as she turned the corner, she heard Mikazuki's voice: "...I think it would be better to change the wallpaper to a plain color. The walls are already white, so if we put up white wallpaper, I don't know what the point of putting up wallpaper is."

Kotegawa's voice rang out: "White is just more elegant and brighter."

Yuka, standing at the bottom of the stairs, paused for a moment, then turned around and quietly went downstairs, looking bored.

Oh, so they were discussing house renovations. No wonder they haven't come down for so long.

She went back inside to change into her outdoor clothes.

The door to the study on the second floor quietly opened a crack. Mikazuki, his cheeks flushed as if he were drunk, peeked out nervously. Seeing that no one was around, he breathed a long sigh of relief, turned around and punched Kotegawa, then quickly walked out. He first turned off the tape recorder, then carefully examined his clothes and neck in the mirror. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he held onto the stairs and slowly made his way downstairs.

Kotegawa Kami locked the study door, carrying two feather dusters, and slowly followed behind the girl with his hands behind his back.

After going downstairs, Mikazuki went straight into the bathroom.

Kotegawa met Yuka, who had changed her clothes and gone out.

Youjia glanced upstairs and asked in confusion, "Where's Qingkong?"

Kotekawa Kami said with a serious expression, "Oh, there was a lot of dust while she was cleaning, so she went to take a shower."

"Oh..." Yuka thought for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Are you going to renovate the house?"

"No, I wanted to use a different decorating style after the house next door was renovated."

Yujia exclaimed in realization, "Oh, is that so! It's almost finished? How many days has it been? Wow, that's fast!"

"No, it will probably take another two months, plus the time for renovation and ventilation, so we may not be able to move back until next year."

"So it will take this long..."

Ten minutes later, Mikazuki came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. Her hair was wrapped in a towel, revealing her long, fair neck and pink earlobes. Her cheeks were still flushed.

Yujia suddenly exclaimed, walked up to her, pointed to her collarbone, and said in alarm, "You've been bitten by bugs again!"

Mikazuki pulled the towel up a bit and hurried towards his room: "No, I just accidentally bumped into it!"

Kami Kotekawa scratched his head and stepped into the bathroom.

Yujia looked at him strangely: "You're going in as soon as Qingkong comes out? What for?"

The young man showed her the dust on his hands: "I got covered in dust too, I need to wash it off."

"Next time you clean, remember to use a vacuum cleaner, or cover your head," Yu-Chia shared her experience in cleaning the room.

Kotegawa sighed and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Chapter 83 I'm a pretty reasonable person

Even after the concert ended, Kamiko Kotegawa still looked like he hadn't had enough.

This trip was definitely worthwhile. Not only were the songs great, but each performance lasted for half an hour, providing a substantial and satisfying experience. The ticket price was well worth it.

Takanashi, with her hands behind her back, had been observing his reaction. A slight smile played on her lips: "Not bad, right?"

"Yes, very good!" Kotegawa Kami said sincerely, "I heard they are a light music club at a university, not a professional band; but they are really strong! This is what a real light music club should be like, right?"

"Indeed, 'Mud Monster' is quite famous in small circles, and they may become a formally debuted band in the future."

Kotegawa glanced at the "thank you coupon" in his hand. Although they were a group of punks and tattooed people, after the last song ended, they came off the stage and sincerely thanked the guests at each table, then handed over the "thank you coupon" with both hands.

The voucher features cute cartoon images of the band members, dressed as chibi characters, standing in a row bowing in gratitude. A line of small print reads: "Thank you so much for your support of 'Mud Monster.' This voucher entitles you to a 10% discount on your next ticket."

When is their next concert?

"It's not decided yet! The band needs to prepare new songs and negotiate the timing with the store. Based on the previous frequency, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the next one will probably be around the middle to late July, when we'll all be on summer vacation."

Takanashi Hanamai pointed to another wave of people heading to the coffee shop: "These kinds of venues with cheap rent and complete equipment are actually very popular. They basically host concerts all day long, although not every band is as good as 'Mud Monster'."

"Pretty good." Kotekawa looked back and saw the "Slime Monster" band members coming out of the back door. They were chatting and laughing as they opened the back door of a car, putting boxes inside and taking off their punk-style hair to reveal neat black buzz cuts. They looked much cleaner and more ordinary now.

Then, they applied something to their arms and started wiping them with towels. Soon, the originally dazzling tattoos began to blur in large areas.

He was stunned for a moment.

Good grief, it turns out to be a wig and temporary tattoos.

That's understandable, it seems only gangsters have real tattoos? And some places don't allow people with tattoos to enter... But that's what college students look like.

This way of expressing individuality is quite healthy.

He appreciated the orchestra even more.

Kotori Hanako tiptoed and followed his gaze, asking, "What's wrong?"

“The ‘Mud Monster’ musicians are wiping away tattoos,” he thought. “I used to think they were real tattoos.”

"How could that be? They're regular university students, not gangsters." Takanashi Hanamai rolled her eyes. "None of the singers here dare to have real tattoos."

The red light at the intersection ahead has fifteen seconds left.

The window of the car that had been parked next to us suddenly rolled down.

The man, wearing a floral shirt, brown sunglasses, and sporting a mustache, exhaled a smoke ring, revealing the tattoos on his arm, and whistled at Takanashi: "Little girl, want to come play with me? I can show you some special tattoos."

A low chuckle came from inside the car.

Takanashi Hanako instinctively moved to the side of Kotegawa Kami.

This is a real tattoo...from the underworld.

Kotekawa Kami looked at him and walked over.

There were four people in the car, including the driver. As he approached, all four looked at him at the same time.