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

Honba Sorata, standing at the door, adjusted his glasses, looked him up and down, and clicked his tongue: "Furugawa, your outfit is quite daring."

Kotekawa Kami glanced at him sideways: "Am I supposed to cover my chest and be shy? How about we go take a shower together and get a back scrub? I'll also show you what my cannon is all about!"

Wow! So this is what Kotegawa is like!

"Hmph!" Kote Kawakami grinned crookedly, a hint of sullenness in his eyes, then turned and went back to his bedroom, waving his hand and saying, "Sit wherever you like, I'll go get dressed."

"Aww!" Honba Sorata responded, and together with Yuka and Takanashi Hanamai, who had been standing in the courtyard outside the door, they silently changed their shoes while gazing at his strong back and the clearly defined curve of his buttocks.

Motoba Yuka suddenly tilted her head back, covered her nose, and said, "His body is too good! Ugh, I think I'm going to get a nosebleed."

"It's hard not to understand!" Takanashi Hana Mai deeply agreed, while also thinking to herself whether she should sign up for a painting class, so that maybe she could get Kotegawa Kamimi to be her model someday.

She thought for a moment, then lowered her voice and asked curiously, "What cannon?"

“This…” Honjo Sora stammered.

"Oh, it's a boy's (censored word)."

The little bird, playing among the flowers, covered her burning cheeks with both hands.

Sorata Honba, standing to the side, was embarrassed and angry: "You think you know everything? You were acting like you'd never seen a man's back before!"

Ben Changyou nodded: "Sister, I really haven't seen you before... Oh, you don't count, you're at most a bean sprout."

After saying that, she tilted her head back, snorted, and strode into the living room.

Takanashi Hanamai took a deep breath, clenched her fist, and comforted the dumbfounded Honba Sorata: "It's okay, Glasses-kun, even if you're a bean sprout, you're still a smart bean sprout!"

Honba Sorata became withdrawn, squatting in the corner with his knees drawn up to his chest, muttering unconsciously, "Bean sprout, so I'm just a smart bean sprout after all..."

As Kotekawa was getting dressed in his bedroom, he noticed his ears twitch and a hint of suspicion in his large eyes.

Why does it sound like I can hear Yuka and Takanashi's voices?

He pulled up his pants, put on his shirt and school uniform jacket, and tidied himself up in front of the mirror before opening the bedroom door—where he immediately saw Yuka Motoba and Hanamai Takanashi eating dried kiwifruit.

Jia Chao waved to him and said, "Hey, good morning, Mr. Cannon."

Birdsong Flower Dance blushed and glanced at him.

"Bang!" The bedroom door was slammed shut.

Standing behind the door, Kami Kotekawa wondered if he was hallucinating because he had stayed up too late the night before.

Otherwise, why would it be Glasses Guy one minute and Takanashi Bird the next?

He rubbed his eyes hard, then vigorously picked at his ears, finally clenched his fists, punched the air a few times, took a deep breath, and opened the bedroom door.

Yuka and Kotori were still sitting on the sofa, arguing about which dried fruit tasted better.

He shifted his gaze and finally found Sora Honba squatting on the ground in the corner of the entrance hall, clearly autistic.

So he also wanted to become withdrawn.

……

In a family restaurant at the intersection of the commercial street, four people sat around a table.

The two girls were chattering away excitedly over the menu.

On the opposite side, both Kotegawa Kami and Honba Sorata had blank expressions.

Kotekawa Kami has a "cold face".

"You shouldn't have come."

Kong Tai's expression remained blank.

"I shouldn't have come."

"No, you should say 'I still came' here."

"No, I shouldn't have come."

"...Then why did you come?"

"We heard you protected the clear skies last night, so we came over early this morning to invite you to dinner."

"Then why didn't you say so sooner?"

I wanted to give you a surprise.

"That was quite a surprise!" Kotekawa took a big bite of the pork knuckle that had just been served.

Sitting opposite him, Motoba Yuka looked up at him and said with a wistful thought, "Furutegawa, I heard you were especially manly last night."

"It's not just that I look like you, it's me!" Kami Kotekawa corrected.

"Well, anyway, it's pretty amazing. Qingkong may not have said it, but she must be very grateful to you."

"Well, what about you?"

"Me? Of course I thank you too! You kept your word, you promised to protect Qingkong, and you really did..." Motomachi Yuka said sincerely.

Kami Kotekawa nodded: "I don't ask for anything in return, but please forget everything that happened this morning, and at least don't mention it again."

"What happened this morning?" Motoba Yuka blinked. "Was it the firm back, the well-defined buttocks, or that... um? um?"

Kamiko Kote gripped the soles of her shoes tightly with her toes, as if someone had dug up her childhood memorized quotes and read them aloud to a large audience with great emotion.

"Forget it all!"

...For this meal, Kotegawa Kamimi ate 15 times the usual amount.

On the way to school, Motoba Yuka walked beside him, leaning forward and asking, "What's wrong? Still angry?"

Kotegawa Kami shook his head.

I felt so ashamed just now, I feel like I've entered a period of enlightenment.

"Really?" Honjo Yuka didn't believe it; her face was practically hanging on the ground, yet she still said she wasn't angry.

She waved her hand: "Don't worry, Takanashi and I won't mention what happened this morning again."

"Oh."

"Actually, there's something I want to tell you this time."

"You said."

Youjia stopped and waved to him.

Kami Kotekawa stopped as well, tilting his head and listening intently.

Yuka stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, "Actually, Haruka and I aren't in that kind of relationship at all! We never have!"

Kami Kotekawa was stunned, and subconsciously said, "But Glasses-kun said..."

"Who knows what he's thinking?" Motoyo Yuuka said nonchalantly, emphasizing at the end, "But we're definitely not in that kind of relationship! We're both heterosexual! So..."

She patted him on the shoulder.

"If you really like Qingkong, then go for it! If she chooses to be with you, please treat her well. She's a really pitiful girl."

Kotegawa Kami stood there, stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

Yuka Motoba, standing to the side, looked on in confusion and waved in front of him: "Hey, are you still there?"

On the other side, Sorata Honba and Hanako Takanashi were also surprised.

"What did you say to him?" Honba Sora asked suspiciously.

Jia retorted irritably, "It's none of your business, stop meddling!"

"cut!"

Kotegawa Kami snapped out of his daze, and under the watchful eyes of the others, he raised his hands high, embraced the sky, and let out a silent cry from his heart.

"Oppai (breasts) are everything!"

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Punching the Deer Park Kindergarten (Part 1)

"Uncle Kenji, Aunt Akiha, the weather is getting warmer, how are you? I'm doing well in Tokyo. I'm writing to you suddenly because I have some news to tell you. I've met a very lovely girl in Tokyo..."

Uncle Jian, who had just finished breakfast, took a sip of tea, squinted, and looked at the letter he had just received on his phone screen, line by line.

Aunt Qiuye, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, poked her head in and asked, "Did Xiaojian send a message?"

"Hmm." Uncle Kenji was still reviewing the text messages.

"What did you say?"

After pondering for a moment, Uncle Jian concluded, "Xiao Jian met a girl and fell for her."

The sound of dishes being washed in the kitchen suddenly stopped. Aunt Qiuye wiped her hands on her apron and trotted out: "Do you have any photos?"

Uncle Jian handed her the phone and casually said, "It'll probably be a while longer, right? We haven't even started pursuing her yet."

"Oh dear, child, couldn't we wait until later?" Aunt Qiuye complained, reading the text message over and over again, and said expectantly, "How about we go to Tokyo to see Xiaojian in a while? And meet this little girl while we're at it?"

Uncle Jian disagreed: "It's fine to see Xiao Jian, but not to see other girls; besides, he'll be back during Golden Week, why bother going back and forth?"

"Then let's wait until after Golden Week and go in June?"

"I was busy in the fields at that time, so I didn't have time to go to Tokyo."

"Then let's go until the end of June!"

"Xiao Jian will start summer vacation in early July."

"...October should be fine, right?"

"October means it'll be busy with farm work again..."

Aunt Qiuye's cheeks instantly puffed up like buns, and she clenched her fists.

Uncle Jian's eyes lit up with a smile, but he quickly suppressed it and pressed her hand down: "Let's go in early July, stay there for a few days, and then come back with Xiao Jian."

……

The first period on Tuesday morning was still physical education class, and the two classes played a basketball match together with Class 5.

As the class monitor for sports, Kami Kotekawa took the lead without hesitation, leading his class's heroes to utterly crush the opposing team, leaving them with no survivors.