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

He was a little distracted.

Suddenly, Qingkong whispered, "Stop fooling around, Jia and Yue are here."

Kotegawa was taken aback, feeling the familiar warmth in his hand, and quickly withdrew his hand.

As the saying goes, habit becomes second nature...

Qingkong wasn't angry; she was used to it.

Tonight's dinner was still stewed beef. I first soaked it in cold water for three hours, then blanched it, and finally stewed it in a pressure cooker for two hours. It was incredibly tender and delicious.

Kotegawa ate three pots of rice in a row, finally stopping when he was about 70% full.

Yu-Chia always felt that his belly was full of stomachs.

But Kotegawa's physique is normal. The reason he can eat so much without losing his figure is entirely due to his talent for "gluttony".

After eating, there is an hour for practicing boxing.

Youjia took the big cat and the kitten to the bathroom to wash up. She had to give the kitten a bath today, which would take a lot of time, so Qingkong went to the bathroom on the second floor to take a bath.

After finishing his Tai Chi practice, Kotegawa listened to the still noisy sounds from the first-floor bathroom, took a shower in the second-floor bathroom, then went downstairs and watched TV for a while with the two girls and the two cats. At nine o'clock in the evening, everyone went back to their rooms to sleep.

He lay in the room for a while, then quietly got up and went into Qingkong's room.

Knowing he was coming, Qingkong pointed to the next room and shook her head.

There is a nice room next door.

Kotegawa snapped his fingers, silencing all further noise.

Around dawn, after Qingkong had fallen into a deep sleep wrapped in his blanket, he quietly got up, left the bedroom, went back upstairs, got dressed, and went to the nearby Shirakawa Shrine...

……

The next morning, on her way to school, a sleepy Qingkong looked at the yawning, dark-circled Hu Tao, then at the energetic and bright-eyed Fu Te Kawa, and inexplicably fell silent.

The first period in the morning was physical education, and Class 2 and Class 3 continued their basketball game.

As expected, Kotegawa took the girls to play volleyball, while the little priest, who also didn't play, was engrossed in his books. He hadn't studied last semester and was now catching up.

Takanashi was quite interested in what they had talked about yesterday, but with so many people around, he could only be patient.

A few minutes later, Kotegawa sat down next to her and casually asked, "Aren't you going to play some ball?"

"I'm not really interested in sports," Takanashi said absentmindedly.

Kotegawa hummed in agreement, scrutinizing her features... Takanashi always sported a fringe-covered hairstyle, with her cheeks and eyebrows completely obscured by her hair.

She is extremely beautiful, and she knows it herself, so she chose this hairstyle. When she goes out, wearing big sunglasses, a baseball cap, and a mask does make her much more low-key.

Takanashi is extremely sensitive to gazes. When Kotegawa looked at her without saying anything, she immediately lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Everyone is here, don't keep staring like that."

Kotegawa explained, "We've found a clue that might be related to your father, but we can't be sure it is. I was just trying to see if there were any similarities in his appearance."

Takanashi paused for a moment, then sniffed and said, "Why don't you just ask my mom? She definitely knows what that guy looks like, and I don't really care that much about him anyway."

Kotegawa smiled and didn't say anything more.

The morning classes passed uneventfully.

During lunch break, Kotegawa suddenly received a text message, saying goodbye to Kurumi and the little priestess, and went alone to the music classroom in another teaching building.

Takanashi was staring blankly at the piano. When she saw him coming, she hesitated for a moment, locked the door, leaned back, and said hesitantly, "Do I really look a lot like that guy?"

Kotegawa thought for a moment and said, "Did Senko-sensei mention it?"

“My mom only says my figure comes from him!” She was somewhat speechless. “But in terms of looks, I probably look more like my mom. I’ve seen her old photos…” Her voice suddenly paused, and she said blankly, “Right! Come to think of it, I’ve never seen a picture of that guy! I’ve never even seen a photo of him with my mom…”

Chapter 97 Spring Festival

Takanashi pursed her lips, her eyes thoughtful. She had always thought that her mother didn't want to be reminded of the past, or that she hated that person too much, so she burned all the old photos.

But if that's really the case, why ask Kotegawa to investigate that person's information?

She thought for a while, and suddenly a possibility occurred to her, which made her shudder with fear: "Could it be that my mother hates him so much that she's investigating him in order to kill him?"

“It shouldn’t be possible…” Kotegawa recalled Senko-sensei’s reaction yesterday and said with certainty, “Senko-sensei didn’t show any killing intent. On the contrary, she was more conflicted, just like you, wanting to know but not wanting to know.”

"That's good..." Takanashi breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a low voice, "So, have you found anything so far?"

"I've found a little bit, but it's still too early to say for sure." Kotegawa carefully chose his words and answered cautiously, "Don't ask too many questions yet. I need to go to another place to conduct an investigation in the next few days, and then we'll have more accurate results... We can't be completely sure yet that the person we're looking for is your father."

Although all signs indicate that the Xia Mu Treeman we are looking for is most likely the Seventh Divine Envoy, it is best to wait until it is completely confirmed before revealing it, so as to avoid giving people false hope. In particular, we need to find out first whether the person is still alive!

This is the most important point.

Takanashi didn't ask any more questions and nodded silently.

Kotegawa comforted her, "It's okay, there will be a result soon."

"More than ten years have passed, why should I be in a hurry for the moment..." Takanashi said self-deprecatingly, "Besides, things are pretty good now, aren't they? When I was a child, my mother often cried alone and was unhappy every day. Now she is finally a little better, but if she suddenly heard news of the other person again, especially if she found out that the other person might be doing well and has a happy family, she would definitely break down."

“It’s also possible that he had his reasons for leaving back then…” Kotegawa pondered, “Don’t rush, give me some more time. Whatever the reason, there will definitely be an answer.”

“Actually, I also hope it is like this…” She leaned against the door, her eyes dim: “If it were really like this, at least he wouldn’t have let my mother down… I’ve thought more than once that I would never get married in this life. I would rather not love anyone than experience something like this.”

"No, I will never let you go through something like that," Kotegawa said calmly. "We will definitely be happy."

Takanashi, who was feeling sad, suddenly stopped and looked at him speechlessly: "You, you're getting more and more shameless!"

"I have to make you understand my feelings, otherwise, if we become best friends in the future, where will I go to cry?" Kotekawa said seriously, "I have to let you know that I have feelings for you and I don't want you to leave."

Takanashi sneered, "If you weren't dating Kurumi Haruzora, I might have actually jumped into your arms just now out of sheer emotion!"

“It’s not too late now…” He made a gesture of opening his arms, but didn’t actually hug her.

Takanashi tilted her head slightly, and surprisingly, instead of dodging, she actually snuggled into his arms.

She was clearly nervous, but she still hugged him tighter and tighter, burying her head in front of him, taking soft breaths, her voice muffled: "You mustn't become that kind of person."

Kotegawa didn't say anything, but gently patted her back.

The two embraced quietly until the bell rang for the first class of the afternoon...

"Hey, Kotegawa..."

"what?"

"The school bell has rung. Have you hugged him enough? It's time to go home?"

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

Kotegawa released his grip.

Takanashi lowered her head to straighten her clothes, then tilted her head to look at him: "I always felt like your hands would get restless, but it seems I was wrong."

Kotegawa didn't touch her buttocks or her breasts; he just held her very gently.

“Of course… I’m not the kind of man who takes advantage of every opportunity.” Kotekawa said earnestly, without looking to the side, “A gentleman acts with propriety and restrains himself with emotion. I am a gentleman.”

"A gentleman who wants to marry a bunch of wives." Takanashi sneered, pushed open the door, and was about to leave when a flurry of footsteps came from the side.

She shrank back instantly, slammed the door shut, and cried out in panic, "Oh no! My mom brought her students to class!"

He said thoughtfully, "So, will we be having red bean rice when we get back tonight?"

If Ms. Chiko saw him and Takanashi alone in the music room, she would probably cook red bean rice when they got home.

"Eat your head, my foot!" Takanashi nearly fainted from anger. "Quickly, think of a way to escape!"

“I can’t do anything with you…” Kotegawa turned around and squatted down slightly, saying, “Come on up, I’ll take you away.”

"Don't do anything reckless..." Takanashi warned him as she climbed up, "This is the third floor!"

"Don't worry, no one will see." Kotegawa lifted her up slightly, held down the hem of her skirt, walked to the window, looked down, and said with a smile, "How about it, are you scared?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of... I'm not going to look." She closed her eyes tightly, certain that Kotegawa wouldn't throw her off.

Kotegawa didn't really like playing pranks. As the footsteps outside the door drew closer, he leaped down with her, as fast as a fleeting shadow.

"You can get down now."

Takanashi opened one eye first, and when she realized she was already downstairs, she was stunned for a moment, then belatedly said, "You're so fast!"

Furotekawa: "..."

They returned to the classroom before the bell rang, and under the surprised and suspicious gazes of the students, they sat back in their seats and began their afternoon classes.

The second period in the afternoon was a class meeting. Mr. Fujiwara came to the podium with a stack of papers, wrote a few words on the blackboard, and slowly began to speak: "The school spring festival is in early February. If you have any thoughts, you can speak them out."

The classroom erupted in a buzz of activity.

Kotegawa looked at the line of words on the blackboard and muttered to himself.

There are so many school activities in Tokyo.

Unlike when he was in junior high school in Nagano, there were no school trips, and school festivals and cultural festivals were just holidays, which was extremely simple.

Suddenly someone raised their hand and said, "Teacher, I suggest we hold a concert for this year's Spring Festival, what do you think?"

"Concert..." Fujiwara-sensei wrote on the blackboard, looking around the class.

The clamor of discussion grew even louder.

"Isn't a stage play better? Everyone can participate."

"But it's best to avoid clashing with other classes, right? It's better to play to our strengths, isn't it?"

A girl raised her hand and said, "Teacher, how about we open a cross-dressing cafe? The boys can wear maid outfits and the girls can wear butler uniforms!"

Without saying anything else, Fujiwara-sensei turned around and wrote "Crossdressing Cafe" on the blackboard.

Kotegawa listened with great interest.

Children in big cities are indeed very outgoing in many ways and have a lot of clever ideas.

Just then, someone muttered quietly, "A maid? Are there maids this strong?"

He slowly turned around and looked in the direction where the two boys had spoken to him. The two boys quickly shrank back.

Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Location of the Dark Land