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

Hiratsuka Shizuka was stunned.

Although she has a good alcohol tolerance, she is prone to blacking out when she gets drunk, and there seems to be a precedent for her bad habit of taking off her clothes because they are dirty.

"As for underwear."

Faced with Hiratsuka Shizuna's increasingly dangerous gaze, Chiba continued weaving lies without changing his expression, but he had no choice.

I didn't know her address last night, and I couldn't just leave her in the park to be eaten by mosquitoes, so I had to take her home.

As for changing clothes, given that she reeked of alcohol and her uniform was too tight, placing her on the sofa or bed would cause serious biohazards, so Chiyu had Mirror, in her loli form, do it for her.

But revealing the truth would make her seem mentally ill, so Qianyu fabricated an outrageous lie.

"I asked the aunt next door to come and help me change it. Did you expect me, a hot-blooded high school student, to do it myself? I have no particular sexual interest in single women over thirty."

Who are you calling an "older single woman"?!

Hiratsuka Shizuka bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, but strangely, the heavy weight in her heart lifted.

Thankfully, thankfully nothing irreversible happened.

Moreover, if it was someone who was drunk and insisted on taking off their clothes, then this kid's way of handling it, although a bit harsh, was still more than enough.

But what exactly happened last night?

Hiratsuka Shizuka rubbed her throbbing temples, trying to dig something out of that muddled memory.

Yesterday... I think I was drinking with Kaguya-sensei at an izakaya... and then I got drunk... and then I got in the car... and then...

A picture suddenly popped into my mind.

A huge, blue, monster-like thing was spewing lightning.

There was also a boy standing in front of the car, his back somewhat thin but exceptionally reliable.

"I remember now! There were monsters! And lightning! You..."

Hiratsuka Shizuka suddenly looked up, wanting to say something, but the scene was so absurd that even she couldn't believe it was real.

In this scientifically-minded 21st century, in Shenshui City where there are no other pressures besides housing prices and college entrance rates, how could there possibly be any scenes like those in tokusatsu movies?

Was that a dream? It must be because I've been too tired from grading papers lately that I dreamt of a tokusatsu-like plot.

"Looks like he drank himself into oblivion."

Seeing Hiratsuka Shizuka's ever-changing expressions, Chiba mentally gave Kaguya a thumbs up.

Although I had a rough idea of ​​what Kaguya was up to, I still needed to confirm how much of that unpredictable element still had left in her memory.

In retrospect, the woman did a very good job of covering up the incident; this level of memory lapse was practically a perfect cover-up.

He shrugged and casually spoke the truth.

"Then let's forget about it; it wasn't a pleasant memory anyway."

Qianyu muttered something under her breath, then stood up to leave.

What does "it's okay to forget about it" mean?

These words took on a completely different meaning when heard by Hiratsuka Shizuka.

forget it?

What's with these typical "scumbag" quotes?

"Kazama-kun..."

Hiratsuka Shizuka's eyes gradually turned dangerous, even carrying a hint of murderous intent.

"Why does that sound like something a scumbag would say, taking advantage of someone and then refusing to acknowledge the relationship?"

"puff--"

Qianyu, who was drinking water, almost spat it out.

He looked helplessly at this woman with an overactive imagination.

"Teacher, although I don't mind teacher-student relationships, I still have some psychological barriers to women who are more than ten years older than me."

He looked Hiratsuka Shizuka up and down.

"You can rest assured, I have no interest in flat surfaces."

"Who are you calling flat?!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka's sense of shame and anger instantly reached its peak. She grabbed another pillow and was about to throw it at him, but when she looked down at her current state, she could only angrily shrink back into the blanket.

"Okay, the water's here, and the hangover cure's over there. You have ten minutes to get ready, or you'll be late for work."

Qianyu pointed to the clothes rack over there, where a set of clothes that had been washed and dried was hanging.

After saying that, he very tactfully left the room and thoughtfully closed the door behind him.

……

Half an hour later.

When Hiratsuka Shizuka finally managed to tidy herself up and came downstairs to the apartment door with a dark expression, another blow awaited her.

The red Aston Martin she bought with a loan that took out three years' worth of salary was now lying quietly by the roadside.

The car body was fine, but no matter how many times she pressed the ignition button, there was no response from under the hood except for a deathly silence.

"What happened? Everything was fine last night!"

Undeterred, she tried several more times, even getting out of the car and kicking the tires a couple of times, but the luxury car remained motionless, like a piece of red scrap metal.

Standing to the side, Qianyu silently shifted her gaze, pretending to admire the scenery.

Of course he knew what was going on.

Although the lightning strike last night was blocked, the overflowing electromagnetic pulse was enough to burn all the precision electronic components in the car into a pile of scrap metal.

Getting this pile of scrap metal back from the park was already the limit of what Fengpai was doing under its own power.

"Maybe... the battery is dead?"

He gave a very perfunctory explanation.

"Ahhh! My little Aston! This is three years' worth of my salary!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka scratched her head in frustration and glanced at her watch.

"Oh no! I'm going to be late! If I'm late for the morning assembly, that bald headmaster will nag me to death!"

"Let's go then."

Qianyu pointed to the subway station entrance not far away.

"I don't mean to discourage you, but at this time of day, the subway is indeed much faster than your walking."

So, ten minutes later.

However, as it turns out, the subway during rush hour in Shenshui City is even more terrifying than the Clow Cards.

The carriage was packed like sardines in a can, people were pressed together, and it was difficult to even breathe.

A mixture of smells—the aroma of breakfast buns, the stench of men's sweat, and the scent of women's perfume—created a suffocating biological weapon.

Kazama Chiba and Heizuka Shizuka were squeezed into a corner.

Because of his height, Chiba was just a little taller than Hiratsuka Shizuka, so he had to use one hand to support himself on the horizontal bar above the car door, barely creating a little space for the poor female teacher to survive.

"What bad luck... why did my car break down..."

Hiratsuka Shizuka kept her head down, muttering to herself. Her usually dignified face was flushed. Because of the swaying of the carriage, her body would occasionally bump into Chiyu's arms. Even through their clothes, the boy's unique body temperature still made this perpetually single woman feel a little flustered.

"Teacher, if you keep fidgeting, I can't guarantee my patience will last until the next stop."

Qianyu looked down at her, but her brows furrowed.

At that moment, a greasy, restless hand, carrying some disgusting intention, was stealthily reaching behind its target under the cover of the crowd.

"that……"

Hiratsuka Shizuya sensed something.

She looked up and met Qianyu's eyes, which had suddenly turned cold.

"Don't move."

Qianyu suddenly let out a low shout.

For an instant.

The same word popped into their minds.

Subway pervert!

The next second, that groping hand finally couldn't resist breaking through the defenses and was about to make intimate contact with her buttocks.

"Snapped!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka erupted.

The former captain of the fighting club reacted instinctively, even faster than his brain, the moment he saw the groping hand.

She whirled around abruptly, and without even needing to see her target clearly, unleashed a standard straight punch.

"You scum, stop this already!!!"

"Pfft!"

The lewd old man, who was about to enjoy the touch, suddenly felt everything go black. His nose felt like it had been hit by a hammer, and he was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall of people behind him. Then he slid to the ground like a lump of mud.

The entire carriage fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the female teacher, who was dressed in professional attire but now exuded a murderous aura.

"How dare you... how dare you lay a hand on my student! You pervert, do you have a death wish?! I'm going to send you to the police station!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka withdrew her fist, her chest heaving violently; at that moment, her aura was even more terrifying than Godzilla's.

"Huh?"

The onlookers then realized what was happening.

Everyone glanced at the middle-aged man who was covering his nose and screaming in pain, and then at Kazama Chiba, who was standing next to Hiratsuka Shizuka and rubbing his buttocks with a helpless expression.