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

Takanashi Hanamasa blushed and secretly spat, "Pah, who wants to go home with you!"

She glanced out the window, her brows furrowing slightly, and said calmly, "Furugawa and Shirakawa seem to be getting along very well. Are they planning to date?"

"Dating? No, I've never thought about that," said Kotegawa Kami, staring at the wall.

"Aren't you two so close that you can feed each other? Or is Kotegawa lying to me, or toying with Shirakawa-kun's feelings?"

Kotekawa Kami turned to look at her, and asked suspiciously, "When did we start feeding each other?"

Little Bird Flower Dance quickly pulled the blanket over herself, looking fierce: "Don't turn your head!"

Kotegawa Kami quickly sat up straight.

Kotori Hanamaru frowned and snorted, "Half an hour ago, in the living room."

Kotekawa Kami said, "Oh, that was just her little prank, she was just teasing me with the bitten thing."

"What? It was bitten?" Takanashi Hanamai's mind raced through countless scenarios, and she clenched her little fists. "You ate it?"

"She's already bitten them..."

"Isn't that perfect?" Takanashi Hana hummed. "Why not eat it? Shirakawa-kun is so handsome."

"...I already said that she bit it."

For the first time, Kami Kotekawa discovers that communication is such a difficult thing.

The little bird tilted its head as it danced among the flowers.

Is he saying he won't eat food that someone else has bitten?

Have you ever considered indirect or indirect kissing?

Or is it that you don't have those feelings for Shirakawa-kun?

Oh, right, Shirakawa-san is flat-chested too...

As she thought this, she looked down at her chest and was unsure whether to be happy or sad.

Just then, Kotekawa Kami's left ear twitched, and he turned to look at the door.

The sound of a key turning in the lock came from downstairs, followed by Chiko Takanashi's voice calling out, "Eh? Has Hanamai already returned?"

"Mom's back!" Takanashi Hanamai's mind went blank for a moment, and she immediately thought, "Oh no!" She quickly replied, "Yes, oh, she's back!"

"Huh? Why does your voice sound a little flustered? What? Did Hanamai bring a boy back?" Takanashi Chiko's voice was teasing, followed by the sound of footsteps going up the stairs.

"Hurry, hurry up and go!" Little Bird Flower Dance said in a low, incoherent voice.

Furutekawa Kami's expression turned grave.

If Takanashi Hanamaru were dressed properly, it would be fine, but this way, it just doesn't look good at all.

He got up and rushed out the window.

"Be careful."

The little bird, who was swimming and dancing, glanced outside and felt a little dizzy. It quickly said something.

Seeing that Kotekawa Kami didn't say anything, he jumped down, rolled on the ground, stood up, dusted himself off, gave her an OK sign, and jogged back into the house.

The birds were so beautiful and graceful that they were speechless with amazement.

Jumping from such a height, and you're really fine!

The sound of a doorknob turning came from outside: "Hua Wu? Hua Wu? Be good, open the door."

"Coming, coming!" Takanashi Hana looked around, quickly grabbed a rag and wiped away the footprints left by Kotegawa Kami. After confirming that nothing was amiss, she rubbed her hair, looking like she had just woken up, and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Chiko Takanashi, dressed in all black, first looked her up and down, then peeked into the room and asked, "Are you sleeping?"

"I slept too late last night, I'm going to take a nap..." Takanashi Hanamaru yawned and walked towards her messy bed.

Chiko Takanashi followed in with her hands behind her back. She glanced at the bed, which was so messy she didn't want to look at it a second time, and then looked around the chaotic room before feeling relieved.

The room is so messy that only my daughter can stand it; anyone else would find it upsetting, let alone bring a boy along.

As she thought this, she wandered around the room, glancing under the table, checking the cabinets, under the bed, and finally looking out the window.

Little Bird Swimming and Flower Dancing's heart was pounding rapidly, afraid that she might have overlooked something in her haste. So she walked over quickly, looking puzzled, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

“No…” Chiko Takanashi looked away and teased, “I thought my daughter had grown up and brought a boy home.”

"Absolutely not!" Takanashi Hanamai categorically denied, saying that she climbed up the Kote River on her own, so it didn't count.

Chiko Takanashi glanced at the messy room and felt completely relieved. She smiled and said, "That's true. If Mom were a boy, she would definitely turn around and leave as soon as she saw such a messy room."

Birdsong Flower Dance blushed, turned around to pick up the sheet music on the ground, and hummed, "You're really overthinking it. I don't plan to think about this before I go to university."

"University..." Chiko Takanashi sighed inwardly.

She thought the same thing back then, but when she entered high school, she met Takanashi Hanamai's jerk father. She was captivated by his gentle words and handsome appearance, and one afternoon when she left work early, she brought him home in a daze, only to be caught red-handed by her mother at the door...

She shook her head, trying to ignore that hateful jerk, and her smile returned: "Shall we go out for barbecue tonight?"

"Barbecue? Or should I have it delivered to my house? I'll have to change clothes, that's too much trouble..." Takanashi Hanamai looked down at herself, slightly conflicted.

"You find it troublesome to change clothes before going out?" Chiko Takanashi rolled her eyes, becoming even more certain that her daughter was definitely not dating any boys.

"I've already changed into my pajamas, I definitely don't plan to go out again!" Takanashi Hanamai said confidently, while secretly breathing a sigh of relief. Good, Mom didn't notice anything wrong.

"You can't have charcoal grilling at home! The flavor would be completely different."

"That's just your misconception. There's no difference between electric grilling and charcoal grilling!" Takanashi Hanamai has always been a good child who doesn't complain.

"Alright, alright..." Chiko Takanashi took out her phone and dialed a number, but then she caught a glimpse of a box of dried kiwifruit out of the corner of her eye and instinctively said, "Hmm? Have we run out of dried kiwifruit at home?"

Takanashi Hanamai hopped up to her, her voice slightly nervous: "No, this was given to me by Kotegawa. I treated him to some food in class, so this is his return gift."

"Furugawa? This young man is really nice." Takanashi Chiko smiled, but suddenly felt something was off. She turned to look at her daughter, who was holding her breath, and asked in confusion, "Why are you so nervous?"

"Nervous? No, not at all!" Takanashi Hanamai subconsciously looked away and whistled.

"Oh?" Chiko Takanashi's gaze suddenly turned strange as she tentatively asked, "My dear daughter, you're not hiding anything from your mother, are you?"

No! Absolutely not!

"...Mom isn't just curious, but as someone who's been through it all, I might be able to give you some sound advice on many things!"

"No! Really, no! You're overthinking it!"

Chiko Takanashi looked at her, becoming more and more certain that something was wrong. After all, she was her own daughter, and even her nervousness and lying manner were exactly the same as hers back then.

She turned around and searched the room again, finally feeling relieved when she saw Kami Kotekawa tidying up the table in the living room outside the window.

She smiled and said, "Speaking of which, you haven't thanked him for having dinner at his house yesterday, have you? Why don't you invite him over and we'll have barbecue together tonight?"

Hanako Takanashi, who thought she was about to break down from her nervousness, paused for a moment upon hearing this, and said with a strange expression, "I have no objection, but are you really sure? He has a huge appetite, and if he only eats grilled meat..."

"It's normal for boys to have a bigger appetite, so let's just buy a couple more plates of meat," Chiko Takanashi said dismissively.

"Two plates probably won't be enough..." Takanashi Hanamai estimated for a moment: "We should buy at least forty more plates, that should barely be enough for him."

Chiko Takanashi put away her phone and said casually, "Mom suddenly thinks that buying a small gift as a thank-you gift would be a good idea, right?"

"Yes, whatever you like."

Chapter Sixty-Two: Hmm... You guys practically delivered this to your doorstep (Part 1)

As evening fell, most of the sky was dyed crimson by the setting sun.

At the entrance of the coffee shop, Mikazuki Seisakusho squatted down and gently patted the non-functional advertising light sign—this was a method taught to her by the shop manager; if it wasn't lit, she would pat it.

Actually, she felt this was unreasonable and that the wiring should be disassembled and checked.

But the store manager said it wasn't that serious, just tap it a few times and it will be fine. If it still doesn't light up after a few taps, just kick it a few times and don't hold back.

The girl wondered if the store manager wanted to replace the lights but was reluctant to spend the money, so he was looking for an excuse to deduct her salary.

So she never kicked it, but always patted it gently.

The advertising sign with a coffee cup design suddenly flashed, then lit up with a "snap".

The lights flickered on and off, like breathing.

The store manager said this is called an "automatic sensor" device, which can automatically adjust the brightness according to the intensity of ambient light. It's a very impressive high-tech device.

Mikazuki Seisakusaku wasn't interested in this; as long as it was lit up, the store manager wouldn't have a reason to deduct her salary.

She examined it for a moment, took out a dry cloth from her apron pocket, wiped it, then stood up and looked up at the horizon.

The sunset was as beautiful as ever.

Just as she turned her gaze away and prepared to return to the store, three tall, thin men in black trench coats surrounded her.

She subconsciously took a few steps back, lowered her head, and said, "Welcome."

But the three people in front of her didn't move or speak; they just stared at her indifferently.

Mikazuki Seisakusaku suddenly felt very uncomfortable. She lowered her head, turned around, and went back into the shop.

She ran all the way to the counter, pressed the phone down with one hand, and only then did she dare to turn around.

The three people had disappeared from the doorway.

Looking at the empty doorway, Mikazuki Seisakusaku breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Ten minutes later, a guest arrived.

Kami Kotekawa pushed open the shop door and stepped inside.

"Welcome!" The voice of the shop manager, Amamiya, rang out from afar.

Kotekawa Kami nodded, glanced around the shop, and found an inconspicuous empty seat to sit down.

Soon, Mikazuki's sky cleared up, and he held a glass of ice water.

Kami Kote thanked him and asked, "Do you have any recommended dishes for today?"

"Today's special dish is an extra-large deluxe mixed ramen." Mikazuki Haruka gestured with her hands: "It's the kind of bowl that's huge, usually served in portions to guests."

Do you have beef and char siu?

"Yes, it's written on the side dishes."