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

Qianyu raised an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over the monster cards that the two women hadn't yet put away.

Clearly, these two irreconcilable women have just started a clandestine battle in the Rainbow Space.

Judging from the current situation, the outcome is already quite clear.

“I already said, Ms. Kashiwagi Eri,”

Shi Yu crossed her arms, a condescending, mocking smile playing on her lips.

"You can't beat me with those flashy, empty-headed idiots. Your monsters, like your paintings, lack soul and depth; they're so boring they make me want to doze off."

"Don't get too cocky, Xia Shizi!"

Eriri stomped her foot suddenly, like a cat with its fur standing on end. "You only won by luck this time! Next time I'll definitely pluck all the feathers off your lousy bird and roast it!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Shi Yu chuckled lightly, her laughter filled with disdain.

"Instead of raging here in vain, you should go back and practice your basic skills, whether it's painting or beast taming. The barking of a defeated dog can get annoying if you hear it too much."

Eriri was trembling with anger. She took a step forward, seemingly wanting to grab Shiho's hair.

Just then, both of them caught a glimpse of Chiyu standing at the corner.

The bickering, which had been tense and full of fire, suddenly seemed to be paused.

Shiyu suppressed the mockery on her face and glanced back and forth between Chiyu and Eriri, as if she had noticed something interesting.

She casually stuffed the monster cards into her pocket and adjusted the collar of her coat.

"I have something to do, I'll be going now."

Shi Yu made a sarcastic remark and walked past Qian Yu in her high heels.

Under the old cherry blossom tree, only Eriri and Chiba remained.

A gust of wind blew by, swirling up a few withered, yellow leaves.

Qianyu stood still, her expression as calm as if she were watching a boring silent film.

He wasn't surprised at all that Eriri lost to Shiho; this blonde loser always seemed to fall just short, whether in love or on the battlefield.

Eriri bit her lower lip, her gaze darting away.

The embarrassment of losing the duel just now, coupled with the humiliation of being mocked to her face by her nemesis, and now being caught red-handed by Qianyu, has dealt a huge blow to her ridiculously high self-esteem.

"What are you looking at?!"

Eriri tried to use her imposing manner to cover up her guilty conscience.

"How will you be here?"

Qianyu didn't speak, but simply looked at her quietly and said, "Just passing by."

He was too lazy to even bother explaining, let alone offering any comfort.

These casual words were like punching cotton, instantly depriving Eriri of any foothold for her pent-up anger.

In the past, Qianyu would have already rushed off to buy her water and hand her tissues.

But now, the boy in front of me has a cold look in his eyes, as if he were looking at a complete stranger.

The immense sense of loss caused Eriri's heart to clench inexplicably.

Stop pretending!

Eriri's eyes were slightly red. She turned her face away so that Chiba wouldn't see her disheveled state, and frantically twisted her golden twin tails with her hands.

"You're definitely here to laugh at me! You and that scheming woman both think I'm a clown, right!"

Chapter 247 Michiyo's Turn

"You're overthinking it, Sawamura-kun."

Chiba even changed how she addressed him, from "Eri" to "Sawamura-kun".

Upon hearing this title, Eriri looked at Chiba in disbelief.

"What...what did you call me?"

"Sawamura-kun," Chiba repeated patiently.

"I have no interest in commenting on what happened between you and Kasumigaoka-senpai just now."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Eriri watched his resolute back as his head turned away, and her mind went blank.

The panic of "he's really leaving, he'll never talk to me again" extinguished all her pride and anger like cold water.

"Qianyu!"

In a moment of impulse, she almost instinctively rushed forward and grabbed Qianyu's coat sleeve.

Qianyu stopped in her tracks.

He didn't turn around, but he did stop.

Eriri stood there, biting her lower lip tightly.

She had a lot to say.

She wanted to ask him if he was joking, to question him about the way he looked at her, to tell him that she was actually very upset about losing the game, and even... she even wanted to say sorry if she had been a little nicer to him earlier.

But all these thoughts were abruptly cut off the moment they reached his throat.

Because in Eriri Sawamura's dictionary, the option of "admitting mistakes first" never existed.

Just then, a cheerful voice came from the other end of the tree-lined path.

"Qian-yu-jun!"

A vibrant voice pierced through the cold winter air, carrying an undeniable warmth of sunshine.

Qianyu looked up.

Michiyo Urushihara was jogging towards him.

Behind Michiyo, there was a large pink humanoid pendant dragging along.

Michiyo swept over to Chiba like a gust of wind.

"What a coincidence, to run into you here."

Michiyo looked up at him with a smile, "Have you had lunch yet, Chiba-kun? We just had some amazing takoyaki over there."

Qianyu let her take her arm, her gaze sweeping over Boqi, who was trembling behind her, and casually replied, "Not yet, we were just about to go outside."

"That's perfect. I just bought a fried noodle bread roll, so I'll give you a snack."

Michiyo took a neatly packaged bread out of her bag and stuffed it into Chiba's other hand.

After doing all this, Michiyo acted as if she had just discovered that there was another person on the tree-lined path.

She turned her head and her gaze fell on Eriri, who was not far away.

Eriri was staring blankly at them.

Her eyes were still red, the tear stains on her face hadn't dried, and her golden pigtails were messily scattered on her shoulders.

She watched as Chiyu, who usually treated her coldly, was now letting a pink-haired transfer student link her arm with hers and even accepting bread from the student.

The glaring image made Eriri feel as if even breathing carried the smell of blood.

Michiyo looked Eriri up and down, a quick glint flashing in her amber eyes before they curved into beautiful crescents.

"Chiyu-kun, who is that blonde girl with twin tails? Is she your friend? Why is she staring at you like that?"

Chiba turned around following Michiyo's gaze and glanced at Eriri.

"do not know."

"They probably mistook you for someone else. Let's go back to the activity room."

Those three words were like a heavy hammer, shattering Eriri's last illusions.

Eriri's face turned deathly pale instantly, and her body swayed, as if she couldn't even stand up straight.

Chiba didn't look back. She led Michiyo and Pochi straight out of the tree-lined path.

She walked quite a distance, until the tree-lined path filled with dawn redwoods was completely out of sight, before Michiyo backed up in front of Chiba, grinning as she stared into his eyes.

"Hey, Senba-kun."

"You really don't recognize that blonde girl with pigtails?"

She deliberately emphasized the word "really".

As a well-known "normie" in the entire school, how could Michiyo not know the ace painter of the International Art Department, the famous Eriri Sawamura Spencer?

Moreover, she had clearly seen that resentful look in his eyes, as if he were looking at a heartless man.

Qianyu tore open the plastic packaging of the fried noodle bread, took a bite, and answered indistinctly, "I already said I don't know him. What, are you jealous of even strangers now?"

"Hmph, I'm not jealous at all." Michiyo turned around and walked side by side with Chiba.

I just felt that the girl's gaze didn't seem like she was looking at a stranger. But since Qianyu-kun said he didn't know her, then I'll just pretend you don't.

She spoke this self-righteous declaration of possessiveness with complete confidence and without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

Pochi, who had been following behind the two as if he were invisible, shrank back in fright upon hearing this.

My mom is amazing! My mom in high school was a social terrorist and a love tyrant!

Poch screamed inwardly, "Is this the legendary straight-ball attack?"

If I had even a tenth of my mother's skill, I would have already gone to the Budokan to hold a concert after the band ended!

Qianyu finished the bread in a few bites, crumpled the plastic wrap into a ball, and accurately threw it into the roadside trash can.

He didn't want to dwell on the topic any longer, so he turned to look at Pochi, who had his head down.

"Let's not talk about that." Chiyu patted the breadcrumbs off her hands, her gaze shifting between Michiyo and Pochi. "How was your morning shopping, you two?"

Upon hearing this question, Pochi's body stiffened like a board, and he nodded frantically.

“Very, very good…” Pochi’s voice was barely audible, like a mosquito’s buzz. “There are many shops on the street… Takoyaki… It’s delicious. Urushihara-kun… He’s a very nice person…”