A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

Unfortunately, this is a school, and whatever number he gets won't change his tragic fate of having to sleep in the wilderness with a bunch of grown men for three days.

Hiratsuka Shizuka's voice pierced through the noise.

"Students from our class who drew the same number can confirm it now. Teammates from other classes will be revealed tomorrow when we board the bus. Now, those who have confirmed, return to your seats immediately—I'm repeating, this is not a social gathering!"

The room was in complete chaos.

The boys ran around holding numbered balls, looking like a group of desperate singles at a matchmaking market.

Occasionally, two people with the same number would bump into each other, and immediately burst into screams like, "What a coincidence, bro!"

The girls were much more civilized, at most exchanging information in hushed tones and then using their eyes to express the subtle emotion of "It was you!"

"Number 18..."

Qianyu looked around, trying to find the unlucky guy in the crowd with whom he was destined to spend the night.

Soon, a boy with brown hair and a somewhat lazy look walked over with the same ball.

He looked at Qianyu without any embarrassment, and instead naturally raised the ball in his hand as a gesture.

"Hey, looks like we're cellmates now, Kazama-kun."

Azusagawa Sakuta wore a calm smile that seemed to indicate he was completely indifferent to everything.

"I'm Sakuta Azusagawa, nice to meet you. Although I have absolutely no interest in strolling through the woods with men, it's still better than being in a group with menopausal aunties."

Chiyu responded

"Kazama Chiba. I appreciate your optimism, but I think Hiratsuka-sensei could hear what you just said."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a piece of chalk hit Sakuta Azusagawa squarely on the forehead.

"Who are you calling a menopausal auntie, Azusagawa!" came a furious roar from the podium from Hiratsuka Shizuka.

"It hurts... It was just a metaphor, teacher." Sakuta Azusagawa rubbed his head, his expression unchanged and his heart not skipping a beat.

Then Sakuta put one hand in his pocket and looked behind him over Chiba's shoulder.

"So, who is the last lucky one? According to Ms. Jing's wicked rule, it would be troublesome if it's someone from another class."

Before he could finish speaking, his third teammate walked over, exuding a visibly gloomy aura.

Hachiman Hikigaya glanced at Chiba, who was chatting and laughing with Sakuta, and his disdain was practically overflowing.

"Ah...really? Please spare me."

"Why do I have to team up with someone who's popular? Is this some new form of workplace bullying? Can I apply for solo camping...? Otherwise, I'll definitely be treated like a follower or a green leaf to set off the flowers. Ah, my youth is truly over."

"Hey, Hachiman, have some conscience when you speak."

Sakuta immediately raised his hands to prove his innocence, and while doing so, he also pointed to Chiba beside him to shift the blame.

"I'm just an ordinary teenager at best."

"Isn't this young master Kazama, who drives a Maybach and has a personal chauffeur, the class enemy you're talking about?"

Chiba slapped Sakuta's finger away without changing her expression.

"To correct you, that's a friend's car. Besides, compared to someone as boring as me, Hachiman is probably more worried about being mistaken for an expired deer cracker by the deer because of his dead fish eyes."

"Those are rotten eyes, proof of having seen through the ways of the world!"

Although Hikigaya retorted verbally, his gloomy aura seemed to dissipate slightly because of Chiba's sarcastic remark.

"In short, we'll be working together for the next few days. Please take care of me."

"……Oh."

Hachiman shrank back as if burned, his eyes darting around.

"Well, as long as I'm not forced to participate in any 'Truth or Dare at Night' or 'Pillow Fight' or other 'socially acceptable' activities, I'll be thankful."

"Do not worry."

Sakuta Azusagawa patted Hachiman on the shoulder in a familiar manner.

"Our group's theme is energy conservation and health. Rather than a pillow fight, I'd like to explore whether making a hole in the wall of the women's bathhouse is in line with the academic question of quantum mechanics."

Hachiman's dead fish eyes widened slightly for a moment.

Are you a pervert?

"No, I'm a normal high school student going through puberty," Sakuta Azusagawa said with a straight face.

Seeing these two guys already on the same wavelength, Chiba sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

A master who talks a lot of nonsense, and an extremely awkward teacher.

It would be better to let him form a team by himself.

Chapter 107 Dinner at Chiyu's House

Just then, a petite figure suddenly appeared beside them.

Rikka Takanashi clutched a ball marked with the number 9 tightly in her hand, her ahoge (cowlick) drooping listlessly on her head.

"The pitch-black... Kazama."

She tugged pitifully at Qianyu's sleeve.

"My contract sphere shows a 9. Does this mean we're being forcibly separated by the world line?"

Chiyu looked down at the chuunibyou girl who was about to cry, took a lollipop out of her pocket, and put it in her mouth.

"Obviously."

"Looks like your ally is in another class. Good luck, and hopefully your new teammates will understand your 'invisible boundary line' quote."

"No no no!"

Rikka, with the candy in her mouth, let out a protesting whimper, but her body honestly calmed down with the sweetness of the candy and obediently shrank to the side.

Sakuta Azusagawa, standing nearby, watched this scene with great interest.

"Kazama, is this also your friend? He's quite energetic."

"Um"

Hachiman stood by with a deadpan expression and made a sarcastic remark.

"Why would a girl with such a troublesome personality be associated with someone like you? This world is definitely wrong."

Seeing the chaos before her, Hiratsuka Shizuka slammed her hand on the table again.

"Alright! Grouping complete! Now, each group, go back and pack your luggage! Meet at the school gate at 8:00 AM tomorrow! Anyone who dares to be late, I'll send them on a school trip to the Sanzu River!"

It wasn't until the school bell rang that complete information about the group assignments was pieced together through students' private LINE groups and gossip networks.

I heard that Rikka Takanashi's teammates are Mai Sakurajima and Utaha Kasumigaoka.

Leaving that aside for now, because another team combination shocked the boys even more.

Michiyo Urushimoto, Eriri Sawamura, and Yukino Yukinoshita.

Mixed-race beauty, ice queen

These two together are terrifying enough, but then Michiyo Urushihara is sandwiched in between.

That mysterious pink-haired transfer student who usually only talks to Chiyu and ignores other boys.

But then everyone was surprised to discover...

This girl named Michiyo Urushihara, even sandwiched between two top school beauties, is in no way inferior in terms of looks and figure. In fact, her unique long pink hair and unpretentious temperament give her a special kind of attraction.

A scene of three people standing together—

blonde haughty, long-haired black ice beauty, pink-haired cowgirl—

This is, in a sense, visual violence.

Unfortunately, although Michiyo is a "social cow" (a term used to describe someone who is overly ambitious or masculine), she only speaks to women and Chiba, and hardly ever talks to other boys.

Everyone could only sigh that this stunningly beautiful flower on a high mountain seemed to have already been taken.

Meanwhile, the person being discussed was completely unaware of this.

When Chiba returned home, she was surprised to find that Medea was cooking!

At this moment, the witch was standing in front of the stove with her back to him, her long, light purple hair piled high, revealing her fair and slender nape.

This scene is simply a perfect example of the ideal wife and loving mother.

If you ignore the lump of charcoal in the pot that reeks of a biohazard,

Unfortunately, Chiba couldn't ignore it.

His gaze fell on the plate beside the stove.

The contents piled up inside were so bad that it was impossible to tell what the raw materials were.

Meat? Vegetables? Some unknown deep-sea creature? They were all burned to a uniform charred black, with an eerie sheen on their surfaces, like chunks of lava just pulled from a volcano.

The knowledge imparted by the Throne of Heroes does indeed have its limitations.

Theoretically, Medea probably knew the concept of stir-frying.

After all, common sense about modern life will be written into the Servant's Spirit Origin as basic information.

However, there is a chasm between theory and practice called the dimensional wall, which cannot be crossed by knowledge alone.

Just like you can memorize the entire driver's manual, but when you first touch the steering wheel, you'll still step on the accelerator instead of the brake.

Medea is clearly going through this process.

"Chiyu, you're back!"

Upon hearing the door open, the purple-haired witch immediately put down her spatula and turned around, her face beaming with a smile as warm as the spring sun.

"I learned to cook dinner today!"

She proudly raised her chin and pointed to the pile of biological weapons on the stove.

"The presentation might be a bit lacking, but the taste should be fine."

"You've really worked hard, Miss Medea."