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

Somewhat absentmindedly, he said, "If cats were human..."

She must be someone incredibly beautiful, like a goddess, right?

The big white cat buried its head and meowed.

Kotegawa pondered for a moment and then said, "More or less."

Although Qingkong didn't know the true identity of the big white cat, he was quite clear about it.

Half an hour later,

Yujia and Amamiya and Tsukiichi, one big and one small, finally got up. Then they rushed to wash up and eat breakfast, and finally left the house before eight o'clock.

After meeting up with some friends on the way,

They rushed into the school gate.

It was getting late, and the preparatory bell had just rung when we arrived at the entrance of the school building.

However, before Kotegawa could even enter the classroom, he was called away by Fujiwara-sensei, who happened to be passing by.

Fujiwara-sensei frowned, looking preoccupied.

I glance at him every now and then.

His eyebrows furrowed even more.

Kotegawa's heart was pounding.

He doesn't seem to have caused any trouble these past few days, does he?

At most, it just means I've taken a lot more leave... but Fujiwara-sensei did mention this about taking leave.

It doesn't matter anymore.

The school will treat him specially, and in return, he will lend a hand if the school encounters any problems and needs assistance.

"Furugawa-kun,

"Something else happened yesterday afternoon..." Fujiwara-sensei said slowly, making Kotegawa's heart skip a beat. Without thinking, he replied, "I didn't cause any trouble yesterday."

"Let me finish..." Fujiwara-sensei said after a moment's thought, "This matter really does involve you."

Yesterday afternoon, the school suddenly received a large donation.

The donor's name is yours... Why would you donate money to the school for no reason? Can't you keep it for yourself?

Kotegawa was taken aback.

Surprised, he asked, "Who did I donate money to?" (Gu Zixu)

Fujiwara-sensei took a document out of her desk and handed it to her.

He took it and looked at it; it contained a long list of remittance records, all between two and three hundred thousand.

But all things considered,

There are over a hundred of them, which is certainly not a small number.

More importantly, his name was listed in the donor section.

...This makes it seem like he specifically went to do a bunch of jobs,

I registered a bunch of bank accounts, and then it's like giving the school pocket money... But why should I?

Why should we give all the money we've worked so hard to earn to others?

Kotegawa was the first to disagree.

Fujiwara-sensei said slowly, "The chairman is also completely confused."

They didn't make a decision immediately, so they asked me to come and ask... Is this compensation for skipping class?

Kotegawa pondered for a moment and said, "Teacher, I think if it really was me who gave it, the chairman would definitely not dare to accept it, and he might not be able to sleep well at night."

“He really is too scared to sleep anymore.” Mr. Fujiwara shook his head and smiled, a hint of amusement on his aged face: “That guy is getting more and more timid.”

Kotegawa didn't respond. He folded the remittance details a few times and put them in his pocket. He said, "Teacher, I roughly know what's going on, but I need to go and take a look to confirm what exactly is happening."

"Go quickly, someone cares a lot about this..." Hearing the bell outside, Fujiwara-sensei got up, took the teaching materials and walked away slowly, completely ignoring Kotegawa.

Kotegawa's future had long since extended beyond this school; he saw it quite clearly.

Kotegawa exited the teaching building and headed towards the old school building behind it.

Some classes were having physical education classes in the open space behind the teaching building, while the exorcism society, located further inside, could be heard shouts and chants of practitioners.

Not wanting to attract attention, he walked straight past Nightmare before anyone saw him, reached the gate of the old school building, and jumped inside.

It's been a while since I last came here.

He touched the bottle of Yin Qi Pills in his pocket, walked through the door, and went down to the extremely cold and damp third basement level.

It's getting colder here, and thanks to him occasionally coming over to give them Yin Qi Pills, their strength has increased somewhat.

In the frigid air, which seemed capable of freezing the soul, rows of ghosts rose from their computers, like employees who had encountered an unscrupulous boss.

They all bowed deeply.

Kotegawa scratched his head.

After standing there for a while, waiting for all the ghosts to gather,

He first took out the remittance details he had seen earlier and asked them, "Is this money yours? Why?"

A bunch of ghosts, look at me!

Let me look at you.

Half a day later, a sign was raised high from behind, with a line of words written on it: "Rent, Electricity Fee".

They had been living in the basement of the old school building, and the school had never asked them to do anything. In the past year, electricity and internet had been connected to the building.

It was one thing before, but now they take turns going out to work and earn some money, so they want to give back to the school as a way of thanking them for all these years.

Kotegawa said "Oh," and smiled, "That's good. I'll explain it to the school so they don't need to use my name to donate next time; they can use their own."

Just then, another sign was quietly raised: "Is this okay? Won't it scare other people?"

"...Uh, that's true. The idea of ​​a ghost suddenly sending money to someone is rather subtle..."

Chapter 139 Retrieving the Sword (Part 2 Combined)

After leaving the old school building, Kotegawa waited until Mr. Fujiwara finished class and then told him about the situation.

This kind of thing definitely needs to be said in advance, otherwise the chairman probably won't dare to close his eyes when he sleeps at night.

Mr. Fujiwara was quite surprised. He had considered many possibilities, but he had never thought of this one. After a long pause, he sighed and said only, "They are also a group of pitiful children."

After figuring out the matter, Kotegawa returned to class, studied for three periods, and then, during the lunch break, packed his bag and headed out of the classroom.

But at that moment, a slightly tense voice came from behind: "Going home?"

Kotegawa turned to the side, looking at Takanashi who was carrying a bento box and seemed to be planning to go to Haruka Haruka's place for lunch, and explained, "I'll go home first, and then go to Kamakura."

"...Is it in a hurry?"

"No rush, but I have a home economics class and a self-study class this afternoon, so I'll just be free anyway."

“Um…” Takanashi looked at him with a conflicted expression.

Kotegawa suddenly realized what was going on and extended an invitation: "Shall we go together?"

"Who wants to come along!" Takanashi's eyes darted around a bit: "I... I heard that teachers from other schools will be visiting this afternoon, and they might even come to our class."

"...So?" He was a little confused. It shouldn't be his business, otherwise Fujiwara-sensei would have reminded him.

Takanashi was even more conflicted. She bit her lower lip and lowered her head, saying, "I just... I just wanted to tell you... It's nothing. Be careful on your way. I'm going to have lunch."

She jogged out of the classroom and into Class 1.

Kotegawa seemed a little confused and turned to ask the junior priest standing behind him, his tone puzzled, "Are there any special arrangements for the visiting teachers from other schools this afternoon?"

The junior priest shook his head: "I haven't heard anything about that."

Kotegawa thought for a moment, nodded, and left the classroom with his backpack.

He was dumbfounded; why didn't he just ask the junior priest?

The junior priest followed behind him, and they parted ways when they reached the entrance of the teaching building. One went to his office, while the other changed his shoes and went to the cafeteria.

Most of the teachers in the entire grade stayed in the office, sharing tables to eat their takeout lunches.

Kotegawa glanced subconsciously at Fujiwara-sensei's desk, which was empty.

However, I was a little surprised to see Ms. Chiko sitting at the desk next to me.

Ms. Senko saw him too, put down her chopsticks, and asked him, "What's wrong, Kotegawa-kun? Do you need to ask Mr. Fujiwara for leave?"

The teacher spoke, so he had no choice but to go in. When he got to the front, he looked at the lunchbox on the table, which was about the same size as the one he and Takanashi had just carried, and replied, "I do need to ask for leave."

"Oh? What's the reason?" Ms. Chiko closed the bento box, crossed her arms, and looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze: "With whom?"

"I'm going to Kamakura this afternoon by myself."

"Is today Wednesday? The weekend is still two days away. Planning to go somewhere else then would be the right thing to do, especially for students." Ms. Chiko emphasized the word "students."

“You’re right, but…” Kotegawa thought for a moment, then said frankly, “I plan to continue looking for clues about Uncle Natsuki this weekend. Going to Kamakura this weekend will take up a day.”

Ms. Qianzi was taken aback, her hands unconsciously gripping the table a few times before she calmed down a bit. She then glanced at him furtively and asked, "Did you find something?"

Since she last asked, there has been no new information, and she thought the worst-case scenario had occurred.

Kotegawa shook his head: "I still know a little bit about it, but I can't say I've gained anything yet. I just need to do more preparation before I go to investigate."

Ms. Chiko was stunned for a long time before subconsciously asking, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"You agree to let Hanako marry me... no, could you please write me a leave slip?" Seeing Chiko-sensei's raised eyebrows, he coughed. "The afternoon classes are home economics and self-study, nothing special."

Ms. Senko took out a leave slip from her drawer and said with a straight face, "There's really nothing special... Mr. Kotegawa, think things through before you speak in the future."

"Yes, I've got it..." Kotegawa chuckled, took the leave slip and left the office. He stood in the entrance hall for a while, then sent a text message to Takanashi asking about it.

Takanashi replied again, "It's nothing."