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

Honjo Sora paused, then said uncertainly, "Take another look, is there something you've missed?"

Kotekawa Kami also felt that he had missed something. He nodded and started looking at the list of Class 1 again.

Both Yuka and Hanamai, two tall girls, stood on tiptoe and pressed on Mikazuki's shoulders to help search.

Kami Kotekawa searched very carefully this time, but still couldn't find Honba Sorata's name.

Yuka and Takanashi Hanamai were also not found in this round.

The three looked at each other in bewilderment.

What about others?

Sorata's face immediately turned pale, and he asked in a panic, "Did I fail the exam?"

"Idiot! Why would we give you a Kano school uniform if you didn't pass the exam?"

Mikazuki, who was standing next to him, suddenly raised his hand: "Could it be in the honors class? There should only be a list of regular classes here."

"The top class? Ah! That's right! It must be the top class!" Honba Yuka slapped Honba Sorata's head and remembered.

In addition to regular classes, Kano Private Academy also has an elite class.

Students in the top-performing class focus on their studies, spending several hours more in class each day than those in regular classes. This program is specifically designed to prepare students for gaining admission to prestigious universities.

Those who are admitted are all top students selected from various national secondary schools.

The honors class and the regular class are not in the same teaching building, and the admission list is not here.

She knew about this because Mikazuki had recently received an invitation to join the elite class, but she declined.

Kongtai hadn't gone to the wrong school, and the others were relieved.

Yu-Chi complained, "It must have been my dad, who loves to act silly, who made the decision on his own and then forgot to tell us!"

Similar incidents have occurred several times before.

Kong was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed, "So it's still just me in the whole class?"

"Alright, bro, aren't you satisfied with your good academic performance?" Ben Changyou scoffed; she wanted to get in but couldn't.

"No! I don't want to be in the same class! I don't want to go to the honors class! I want to go to the regular class too! I want to see the head teacher!" Honba Sora shouted, then ducked into the crowd and disappeared.

Kami Kotekawa couldn't stop him.

"That brat..." Honjo was speechless. He said, "Forget it, let him be. It's only the first day of class. He shouldn't be sent home."

After finding their respective classes, they left the building, went to their shoe lockers, changed into white indoor shoes, and went to find their classrooms.

Class 1 and Class 2 were right across from each other, and the four of them waved to each other at the door.

Class Two has a total of four rows of desks and chairs.

Kotegawa Kami's student ID number is "11", located in the middle of the second row from the left. Takanashi Hanamai's student ID number is 19, located just to his right and behind.

He put his things down, sat down, and turned to Takanashi Hanabu, saying, "Looking forward to working with you from now on, Takanashi-kun."

"No, I am..." Takanashi Hanamai remained as reserved as ever.

Kotekawa Kami turned around, took out a brand new textbook, and began to wait for the teacher.

At that moment, a handsome young man walked in through the door. He had a slightly raised chin and an aloof aura that attracted a lot of attention.

Kotekawa Kami, who was flipping through his textbook, looked up and paused, somewhat surprised.

Oh my, isn't this the little priest who watches over bicycles?

So we're all the same age!

The junior priest also saw him, and there was surprise in his eyes as well, but he quickly concealed it and continued to walk to the first seat on the far right.

Kotegawa Kami stopped paying attention; he just thought it was quite a coincidence.

The little priest was the last person to enter the class, and after he came in, the whole class fell silent.

It wasn't because he was so handsome he wanted to be attacked, but because the teacher walked in.

The supervising teacher of Class Two, who was also the homeroom teacher, was an exceptionally intelligent, thin old gentleman. His white shirt was neatly pressed, and he wore a pair of swirl glasses on his nose. He had a serious expression.

There were hardly any classes on the first morning. Teachers and new classmates got to know each other and elected class representatives, class monitors, and vice class monitors.

Kotekawa Kami quietly tried to remain inconspicuous and unnoticed in front of the audience.

It wasn't that he was shy, nor that he had social anxiety; it was that he was afraid of being named.

On the first day of class, when representatives were chosen, everyone just went by first impressions, and he was deeply worried about his handsome face.

He was also very busy, so busy that he couldn't even get a few full nights of sleep, so he felt that he was not a good helper for the teacher.

Unfortunately, with his size and that incredibly handsome face that makes people envious, it's really hard for him to go unnoticed.

Finally, amidst applause, he reluctantly stood up and transformed into the sports committee member of Class Two.

During the lunch break, Ninomiya Ikuko, the acting class monitor of Class 2—a girl with a single ponytail—came running over excitedly and extended her hand to Kotegawa Kami: "Nice to meet you from now on, Kotegawa-kun!"

"Nice to meet you..." Kotekawa Kami stood up and gently shook hands with her.

Ninomiya Ikuko held Kotekawa Kami's hand and didn't want to let go. She was overjoyed and wished she could roll around on the ground a few times.

"Class Two is great! There are so many handsome guys like this!"

Kotekawa Shinji subtly withdrew his hand, scrutinizing her with his gaze.

There seems to be something wrong with this person.

Meanwhile, the truly unassuming Takanashi Hanamai quietly watched this scene, her eyes sparkling.

"Furutegawa!" Sorata Honba's voice rang out from the doorway.

Kotekawa Kami apologized to Ninomiya Ikuko, left his seat, and walked towards the door.

Takanashi Hanamai took a small bento box out of her bag, carried it in her hand, and followed behind him.

"Furutegawa, Takanashi-kun, shall we go eat?" Honba Sorata grinned widely; he seemed quite excited after not seeing him all morning.

Yuka and Mikazuki Haruka are also present at this event.

Kami Kotekawa looked him up and down: "You really transferred here?"

"Yeah, I rolled around in the headmaster's feet a few times, and he finally agreed to let me transfer!" Honba Sorata grinned from ear to ear.

Kotegawa Kami looked at him silently, unsure of what to say.

Yuka Honba, waving her lunchbox, said, "Let's eat first? I'm starving."

Kotekawa Kami glanced at them and noticed that they were all carrying lunch boxes. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Then I'll go to the cafeteria. See you in a bit."

"Yeah, we're in class, see you in a bit!" The group didn't stand on ceremony.

Kotegawa Kami nodded and walked out of the teaching building.

He followed the crowd and found the cafeteria without any problems. The cafeteria mainly sold fast food, and there wasn't much room for selection.

After thinking for a moment, Kotekawa Kami bought two bowls of ramen, two servings of beef rice bowl, two servings of shrimp tempura, and a large bowl of beef soup.

Let's order this much for now, we'll talk about it if it's not enough.

After ordering, he took the ticket to exchange for food, running back and forth until the small table was soon full.

The students sitting around couldn't help but glance at him.

Kote Kawakami remained unfazed upon meeting him and began to eat.

He was already used to such looks.

He just ate a little too much; he doesn't have three heads and six arms.

Before long, the handsome young priest, exuding an aloof aura, sat down at the empty table next to him.

Kotekawa Kami glanced at him sideways.

I learned the little priest's name in the morning.

Nozomi Shirakawa, the second son in his family, has served the Shirakawa Shrine for generations.

The table in front of the young priest was also filled with bowls and plates, including ramen, rice bowls, tempura, and soup, all served in double portions.

"So it turns out I'm not the only one who can eat..." The young man suddenly felt at peace.

Shirakawa Nozomi noticed him and nodded slightly.

"Awaited!"

Just then, a girl's greeting came from the side.

That voice is so lovely, with a sweet, childlike quality.

Kami Kotegawa looked in the direction of the sound.

A beautiful young woman with long, flowing hair and delicate features walked over from the right and sat down opposite the little priest next to her.

He glanced at it, then looked away and continued eating.

Is it true that no one can be perfect?

About half an hour later, he finished eating and politely greeted the young priest.

At the next table, a pretty girl drinking soup glanced over and asked curiously, "Is he/she a classmate of yours?"

Shirakawa Momo didn't even look up: "Yeah, he's in the same class. That guy's a bounty hunter."

"That's impressive!" she exclaimed in surprise, then asked, "Are your grades good?"

"His student ID number is eleven, and his grades are ten places lower than mine."

The pretty girl pondered, "Ten places less? But he's definitely more handsome than you, and his demeanor is much more masculine..."

Shirakawa Nozomi's handsome face immediately darkened, and he said with disdain, "Are you blind? How is he better looking than me?"

“He’s definitely not as good-looking as you…” the pretty girl said seriously. “If you two wore skirts at the same time, no one would recognize that you are a boy, but he might not.”

"Hmph, at least you have some taste..." Shirakawa Nozomi was pleased for three seconds, then realized what he meant, his face flushed red with anger, and he threw down his chopsticks: "Shirakawa Kurumi! You brat! I'm never waiting for you to eat again!"

"If you don't wait for me, do you have money to eat in the cafeteria?" The pretty girl snorted. "Show more respect to your older sister! You stupid little brother."

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Going Home After School