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

He kept his promise and was admitted to the top class, where his overall score was second only to Fujiwara Kaori and Yachiyo Shizuya.

Youjia grumbled and kicked her arrogant little brother.

She didn't get good enough grades to get into the top class, and she felt like she had lost to her younger brother.

Qingkong's grades were good enough, but she still didn't want to go to the top class. Besides, for her now, whether she got in or not wasn't that important anymore.

Hua Wu has a serious imbalance in her academic performance. Her grades in Chinese and history are outstanding in the entire grade, but she can only barely pass subjects like math and physics.

Hu Tao almost had to repeat a grade, though she didn't care at all.

As for Kotegawa, his performance remained stable, though not outstanding. However, it was better than when he entered school last year, when he was ranked 29th in his grade. This year, he made it into the top ten, also in the general studies department.

Kotegawa took Chinatsu and Glasses-kun to the honors class, where they listened to the teaching style of the honors class teacher... The course pace was at least 50% faster than the regular courses, and the densely packed timetable explained why you don't usually see honors class students on the way to and from school.

They finish class at 7 p.m., but can stay at school until 9 p.m., at which point a school bus will take them home.

The teacher on the podium quickly wrote some class rules and regulations for the top-performing class on the blackboard, as well as some things that parents need to pay attention to, hoping to give the children the greatest support so that they can devote themselves wholeheartedly to the sprint to the prestigious school.

The teacher even gave each student a nutrition recipe, which was so strict and detailed that it was almost unbelievable.

Indeed, there's no such thing as a free lunch.

Kotegawa deeply appreciated the importance of the school cafeteria.

He turned his head to look at Chinatsu sitting next to him. As the top student this year, she received special attention from the teachers. The school even offered her a contract: if Chinatsu maintained her top position and could also stand out among the parallel high schools in the entire Bunkyo Ward, she would receive a substantial scholarship every year. If she was admitted to a prestigious university, the school would also cover her tuition fees.

The contract was quite tempting, but the pressure it brought was just as great. He looked at it once and scratched his head several times.

Kano's teaching staff is only slightly above average in Bunkyo, where there are many high schools, yet it demands that its students outperform everyone else in academics and represent the school in exams... It's not like it's a martial arts competition.

It seems that only Fujiwara Kaori signed with him this year, but the situation doesn't look good. After the club troubles were gone and his girlfriend graduated, Glasses-kun finally settled down and started to work hard. He was determined to get into high school this year and go find his beloved Ogasawara-senpai. In order to push himself, he also took the initiative to sign a similar contract with the school.

After seeing the contract, Chinatsu didn't make a decision immediately. She first communicated with her family, and after confirming that she could make the decision herself, she signed her name, Ishikawa Chinatsu, without even thinking about it.

At this moment, looking at the little girl who remained as calm as the sea, he couldn't help but sigh: These days, it really is the "cowards" who are in power.

Chapter 179 Wealth and Prosperity

After attending the parent-teacher conference on behalf of Chinatsu, Kotegawa rushed back to the general education building.

We're already in the second year of high school. The classrooms have been moved to the second floor, and the classes have been reorganized.

Hanako remained steadfast in her choice of humanities, perhaps worried that he might be unhappy. So when filling out the path form, she always declared with conviction: "I love my hair more than math! Look at Fujiwara-sensei, he looks like he's eighty-seven even though he's in his sixties."

For a well-rounded academic star like Qingkong, there is no difference between humanities and sciences; she has the unique freedom to choose her subjects that only academic stars possess.

Yu-Chia wants to join Bunkyo's Special Department as an inconspicuous clerk. It's close to home, and while there's occasionally a lot of work, it's mostly very relaxed, making it perfect for a life of leisure. Moreover, a clerk doesn't need to prepare financial statements or have highly specialized knowledge like physics or chemistry.

Hu Tao didn't dwell on this issue at all. Like Qing Kong, she also had the freedom to choose her subjects, so it was all the same to her.

As for the junior priest, after learning that they had filled out the same path form, he chose science without hesitation. He didn't want to see this group of... lovey-dovey men and women every day.

But after he finished filling out the form, the bespectacled guy, who was also joining in the fun, suddenly said, "If you go to another class by yourself, won't you be left without anyone to warm up with during PE class?"

The young priest stared at the form for a full three seconds before silently getting up and asking Fujiwara-sensei for a new one.

It's not that I'm worried about not knowing anyone in PE class or anything, it's just that it's a bit inconvenient if we don't go to lunch together.

Grade 11, Humanities Department, Class 1 (Humanities).

Kotegawa knocked on the door and went in. Under the watchful eyes of his friends Hanamai, Kurumi, Yuka, Haruka, and the little priest, he walked over and sat down in the only empty seat.

On the podium, Mr. Fujiwara, who was still the homeroom teacher, said slowly, "Alright, let's elect a class monitor and vice class monitor first... Mr. Kotegawa, you can continue to serve as the sports class monitor."

"it is good……"

Mr. Fujiwara nodded, looked around the classroom, and said slowly in a high-pitched voice, "Does anyone want to be class monitor?"

The group of people looked at each other, but no one said a word. It wasn't like the group of kids downstairs who had just arrived at school and didn't know each other anymore.

Fujiwara-sensei picked up the roster, adjusted her glasses, and began calling out names: "Sakura Tomoe, would you like to be the class representative?"

"Huh?" The girl with the single ponytail, whose name was called, looked stunned. She pointed at herself in disbelief, then looked towards the clear sky. Her face turned red, and she fumbled around for a moment, but she didn't seem willing.

Fujiwara-sensei started calling out the next name.

At the start of the new semester, except for the top-performing classes, this is probably the typical scenario: elect representatives for each subject, class monitor and vice-monitor, distribute new textbooks, have a self-introduction, and the first class passes by in a noisy and chaotic manner.

The focus of liberal arts classes is completely different from that of science classes. There are many knowledge points to memorize, which is no easier than science classes, but it's still manageable.

When lunch break came, Kotegawa and his friends left the classroom and headed to the cafeteria in a big group. There were no bento boxes to eat on the first day of school.

During the meal, Kotegawa suddenly remembered the Buddhist shrine in the villa that had been ordered yesterday, and turned to ask Seiko, "What's Uncle's name?"

Qingkong put down the bowl, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and said seriously, "Three-day moon brings wealth and honor."

"Pfft..." The noodles almost shot out of Kotegawa's nostrils.

Yu Jiahua and Hu Tao both looked at him with complete bewilderment. The little priest sitting opposite him expressionlessly took out a handkerchief and wiped the foam off his face.

Qingkong was also a little puzzled: "Name? What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Kotekawa shook his head repeatedly, his face serious. "It's a good name." No wonder his father-in-law wouldn't tell him.

Qingkong nodded and said, "That's what the grandfather who named me said too. He said that these two Chinese characters are very auspicious. My dad went to study in China after he grew up. When he came back, he told the grandfather that the name was indeed very auspicious, but could it be changed? The grandfather was very angry when he heard this and even beat him up."

"Oh!" Kotegawa suddenly understood even more why his father-in-law wouldn't tell him his name.

Looking at him, Qingkong felt something was off, but she didn't think much of it and said, "My name was given to me by my father. He said 'Liangxia Qingkong' sounds beautiful, unlike his, which sounds rich and noble..."

Kotegawa could no longer contain himself and slammed his fist on the table, laughing uncontrollably.

Yujia, Hana, and Kurumi looked at him strangely, completely unable to grasp what was so funny.

However, when the topic of names came up, Yuka put down her chopsticks and recalled, "I heard my mom say that when we were born, my dad was watching a baseball game at home. His favorite team and player won, and he kept shouting 'Best! Best!'... After we were born, he slapped his forehead and came up with the names 'Yuka' and 'Sora.' Oh, by the way, the name 'Sora' was something he came up with when his favorite player lost the game."

This time, everyone except Kotegawa laughed.

Baseball is a sport enjoyed by everyone, and even those who don't play it generally know something about it.

Hu Tao, standing next to him, said with a smile, "My name and Xiao Wang's name are easy to explain. My dad found them in a book. We have an older brother... well, let's not talk about it. Anyway, he always complained that his name wasn't good, so my dad took it to heart and spent a lot of time looking through books, but it was all in vain."

Yu-Chia asked curiously, "What's your brother's name?"

"Shirakawa Makoto is actually a very ordinary name."

They all looked at Hua Wu.

Hua Wu was a little flustered: "My mom said that my name was given to me by my dad... but I don't quite know why it's called Hua Wu."

Her only memory of that old man now is that he left her his name.

Only Kotegawa remains.

Seeing that his friends were looking over, he pondered for a moment and said, "Kutegawa is Uncle Kenji's surname. Aunt Akiba said that meeting me in the mountains was arranged by the gods, so I am called Kami-mi..." He paused, his fingers traced through the air, leaving icy marks, and continued, "My real name is Shen Jian, this is the character 'Shen'..." He traced it in the air stroke by stroke.

After finishing writing, he smiled and said, "I am also called Shen Yueqing. 'Yue' is my generation name when I followed my master to cultivate, and 'Qing' is the Taoist name my master gave me. He hoped that I would maintain a pure Taoist heart throughout my life."

"Shen Jian, Shen Jian, Shen Yueqing, um..." Youjia was a little confused.

Hu Tao said thoughtfully, "You really are someone with a great lineage. I heard my master say that only ancient and long-standing sects have such a name, and those sects all hide very terrifying people."

Everyone else understood what he said and nodded in agreement.

Kotegawa recalled his master from his past life, his senior sister, and her warm embrace, and sighed, "Perhaps..."

I don't know if I'll ever see them again.

After lunch, they didn't linger outside and went straight back to the classroom. Today was the first day of school for freshmen, and countless clubs, big and small, were going all out to recruit new students. As the saying goes, "New students do the dirty and tiring work, seniors pay for the club's expenses, and the club is our home."

As they passed through the front courtyard, it was like they had entered a job fair, with a bustling crowd of innocent-looking little kids everywhere. Upon seeing them, the kids would greet their seniors, and Kotekawa was only worried about not having enough milk candy in his pocket.

The senior students have already graduated, and the juniors have become the new seniors. Because of their cultural characteristics, they are basically the ones who can do whatever they want in school. But this year there are some exceptions. When they see the new juniors, they will stand in the corner, put their hands on their heads and squat down, regardless of whether anyone is watching.

Kotegawa didn't pay any attention.

It's probably because word got around about how I taught those two kids a lesson a while ago; anyway, it just got to this point.

The people around him, seeing his usual reaction, suddenly understood why he hadn't made any close male friends back in Nagano. Even now, among the few people he was close to, one was the child of his uncle's friend, another was his girlfriend's younger brother, and the third was the Special Operations Department's Operations Director, with whom he had a cooperative relationship.

However, Kotegawa himself never really cared. He didn't have any same-sex friends, so what? He had girlfriends, and more than one. Although he couldn't be in two places at once and couldn't do things "perfectly," he was never "chaotic" or "chaotic," and everything was harmonious.

...After the first day of classes ended, Kotekawa Kamimi followed Fujiwara-sensei back to his office, and soon returned with a stack of leave slips, leaving his classmates speechless.

Throughout history, no student has ever dared to take such a long leave so recklessly, but Kotegawa did just that, and on the very first day of the new semester!

On his way home, Kotegawa roughly explained the reason to several of his beloved girls: many things that were planned had been done perfectly, whether it was finding Uncle Fugui and Aunt Ryouka or taking care of Chika's entrance exam. Next, he would continue on the path to godhood, becoming stronger while also finding Natsuki Shuto. And... there was also a duel waiting for him.

When evening came, he went into the quiet room, sat cross-legged, immersed himself in his thoughts, and took out the fragment of the "sword" divine seal again to carefully study it.

This fragment gave him a lot of insights into swordsmanship, and at the same time, he gained a lot of knowledge about "gods," who are at the very top. Anyway, Kitamune Kenzun said that as long as he didn't eat it, it would be fine, and he could study it with peace of mind.

When it got late at night, he "woke up", got up to stretch his muscles, and then went downstairs barefoot, habitually walking towards the Qingkong room. But at this moment, a spiritual light suddenly shot out from the Buddha shrine where the altar was set up.

The tall and imposing Mikazuki Fuki, with his hands in his sleeves, looked at Kotegawa, who was touching the doorknob of his daughter's bedroom, and after a slight silence, said, "I have something to say to you."

Kotegawa withdrew his hand without showing any emotion: "Okay, Uncle Fugui."

Mikazuki Fuki, who had just turned around, paused, and his eyes twitched noticeably.

Chapter 180: Accepting the Challenge (Two Chapters Combined, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

In the quiet room on the second floor, Kotegawa and Mikazuki Fuki sat facing each other.

Perhaps it was the lingering effect of calling him "Uncle Fugui" earlier, which left the ghostly uncle speechless for a long time, his hands tucked into his sleeves.

Kotegawa had no choice but to ask first, "Are you getting used to the new house?"

The Buddhist shrine he commissioned was decorated with flowers, bamboo groves, rockeries, pavilions, and even a circulating water system, transforming his small villa into a manor.

"...The new house is very nice, thank you for your help."

Kotegawa then said, "I'm going on a long trip tomorrow. I just went over to tell Haruka. Please don't overthink it; she's probably still reading right now."

The ghost uncle, with his hands in his sleeves, sighed and said, "You're all getting on in years, and you'll be getting married in a couple of years. I'm not an old-fashioned person. The reason I stopped you this time is because I really have something to say."

Now that we're getting down to business, Kotegawa tilted his ear slightly and listened attentively.

The ghostly uncle stared at him and slowly said, "You, are you going to that place?"