This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 238 - 195: Everyone’s Second Year of High School (4000 words)_2

Chapter 238: Chapter 195: Everyone’s Second Year of High School (4000 words)_2

"Beichuan, Beichuan!"

"Magong."

The hurried figure rushing forward could be none other than Magong Tong. After half a spring break of recuperation, her originally pale complexion had a touch of rosiness.

The bangs that had always covered her right eye were now pinned to the side with a cute cherry blossom hair clip, revealing a pair of large, ethereal eyes that sparkled and attracted the attention of many around her.

As previously mentioned at Beichuan Si, Magong Tong was not bad-looking, just lacking in self-confidence and a bit too pale, which gave her a somewhat gloomy appearance.

Now, with her hair pulled back to reveal both eyes, Magong Tong undoubtedly looked much sunnier. Her rosy cheeks were simply captivating.

"Beichuan... Do I look... weird like this?"

Feeling Beichuan Si’s gaze on her, Magong Tong’s tone was hesitant and gradually became more self-conscious.

"Um..." Magong Tong felt like crying, stammering, "I must look... unattractive, right? Many people were staring at me strangely all the way here... I wish I hadn’t asked my mom to spend 100,000 yen on new clothes..."

This was also the first time she had made a firm decision to change her image, and thus the first time she had asked her mother for money proactively.

Her mother, Magong Xing, seeing her daughter uncharacteristically ask for money to dress up, was overjoyed and gave her a bank card.

It was said to be a bank card with 100,000 yen, but in fact, Magong Tong had only spent 100,000 yen.

"...????" Beichuan Si was still assessing Magong Tong’s new look when he heard the latter part of the sentence, and his gaze shifted.

Asked for 100,000 yen to buy clothes?

What do you usually wear? And don’t you have to wear uniforms at school? Why buy such expensive clothes?

Seeing Magong Tong becoming more and more embarrassed, Beichuan Si pushed aside his internal thoughts about money, saying, "It doesn’t look weird, it suits you quite well."

"Really? Hehehe..." Hearing this not-so-praiseful remark from Beichuan Si, Magong Tong still naively smiled.

But when she laughed, paired with those ethereal eyes, it didn’t just make her seem naive, but rather, she exuded an indescribable sense of innocence.

The smile of a rich lady.

This thought flashed through Beichuan Si’s mind.

The two of them walked and talked.

Beichuan Si turned his head and asked, "Magong, how have you been lately?"

"Is it about the supernatural stuff?" Magong Tong scratched her head, speaking uncertainly, "I think there should be no problem, because I haven’t really seen them much recently. It’s just like you said, Beichuan."

Beichuan Si had once told her not to worry too much about those things, just avoid contacting them actively.

At first, Magong Tong was skeptical, but as time passed, she realized Beichuan Si was right.

As long as she didn’t actively seek them out, the hateful spirits remained unseen.

Beichuan Si briefly said, "That’s good then."

Seeing his reaction, Magong Tong shifted her gaze, stumbling over her words, "Beichuan, even though we are not in the same class this semester, I still hope you can look after me!"

She bowed deeply toward Beichuan Si, "Um—whether it’s a reward or anything else is fine, I hope Beichuan doesn’t mind me holding you back."

A reward?

Beichuan Si’s face remained expressionless as he calmly replied,

"Alright, please take care of me as well, Miss Magong."

Sigh—

Magong Tong breathed out a sigh of relief.

Her uneasiness about not being in the same class as Beichuan Si was alleviated by his words.

After thanking him several times, she left with a blush on her face.

After Magong Tong left, Beichuan Si looked towards the stairwell and spoke with little change in his tone, "Shen Gu Mirai, come out."

The air quieted for a moment before Shen Gu Mirai’s curious voice rang out, "Mr. Temple, how did you know? I thought I was perfect in my eavesdropping this time."

She emerged from around the corner, carrying a handbag and standing confidently next to Beichuan Si, "I’m so curious!"

After speaking, Shen Gu Mirai didn’t wait for Beichuan Si to respond, her face breaking into a mischievous smile, "This is the first eavesdropping of the school year—please take care of me in the future too, Mr. Temple!"

Beichuan Si glanced at Shen Gu Mirai, not responding, and started walking, "Let’s go, it’s almost time to draw for our seats."

Shen Gu Mirai blinked her big eyes and obediently followed behind him.

Now, the students at Kyubei High School were no longer surprised to see Shen Gu Mirai voluntarily sticking close to Beichuan Si; they all thought such a cute girl must have been coerced by Beichuan Si and had no choice but to follow him.

However, as the person concerned, Shen Gu Mirai scoffed at their thoughts!

You guys just don’t understand Mr. Temple’s goodness!

...

Changing seats was something every student looked forward to when advancing to the second year, after all, it meant a new class, new classmates, and new encounters—

But for Shuishu Yui, this was not the case.

She looked pale as she stared at the emotionless Beichuan Si sitting next to her and swallowed hard.

Shuishu Yui felt like she was about to cry.

Why couldn’t she get away from this Demon King even in a simple seating change? What was going on?

As someone who had been harshly disciplined by Beichuan Si, she could never forget how ruthlessly he had treated her, not caring that she was a girl.

Although it was her own fault, Beichuan Si had been too heavy-handed.

Beichuan Si drew the fourth seat in the fourth row while she drew the fourth seat in the third row.

It was merely a matter of reaching out for Beichuan Si to hit her.

Just when she was feeling faint despair and had even prepared to drop out, a cheerful voice sounded beside her:

"Hey, classmate, how about swapping seats with me?"

Huh?

Shuishu Yui’s eyes widened, looking at the girl standing next to her holding a piece of paper.

"Shen, Shen Gu...?" Shuishu Yui stammered.

She had always had a poor impression of Shen Gu Mirai, thinking she was just pretending to be cute to attract boys’ attention.

But upon hearing her speak, she at once—

Could!Not!Refuse!

She jumped up and quickly snatched the paper from Shen Gu Mirai’s hands, wishing she could hug and kiss her.

Shen Gu Mirai was truly an angel.

"Thank you so much! I really appreciate it, Shen Gu! Thank you for saving me. Boo hoo hoo—" Shuishu Yui cried shamelessly, tears streaming down her face, clutching the piece of paper Shen Gu Mirai gave her as if it were a lifeline.

"Uh...?" Shen Gu Mirai couldn’t help but touch her head, feeling that there might be something a little off with Shuishu Yui.

After escorting Shuishu Yui to her seat, Shen Gu Mirai looked at her sobbing on the desk and twitched her lips.

She had thought the seat change might fall through, but Shuishu Yui acted like a princess who had escaped from the Demon King.

But that was none of her concern now.

She blissfully sat next to Beichuan Si and even winked at him.

Beichuan Si turned his face towards her expressionlessly, which counted as responding to her wink.

The rest of the classmates looked at Shen Gu Mirai with exceedingly admiring gazes, as if they were impressed by her fearless action.

The students sitting in front of and behind Beichuan Si were determined later and were both boys.

Seeing themselves positioned before and after Beichuan Si, they couldn’t help but show distressed faces.

Others looked at them sympathetically.

I thought my second year would be rose-colored, but now it seems my high school life is ash-colored.

Sitting in front of the people-tearing Beichuan Demon King, isn’t this...

The two exchanged looks, speechless.

However, regardless, the second year had begun.

Gradually, Beichuan Si’s interest in life revived.

’Later, there’ll be a morning assembly, and maybe I’ll see Qianye Yuki there.’

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