This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 309 - 230. Beichuan Divine Sect Support Group (8000 Words Goal Achieved!)_2

Unconsciously... dawn had already broken.

...

The next day, Beichuan Si formally said his goodbyes.

"What?! You’re leaving? Mr. Beichuan?" Qiuxiao Yunai, who was dealing with some relief association affairs, stood up and asked incredulously.

"Yes, the Feituo Family’s matters have been resolved, and I have no reason to stay here any longer." Beichuan Si answered calmly.

He had come here primarily for the Feituo Family’s issues, and now that they had been resolved, it was naturally time for him to leave.

"..." Qiuxiao Yunai.

Qiuxiao Yunai didn’t know what to say or how to retain Beichuan Si.

Should she use the matters of the Beichuan Divine Society?

That seemed unrealistic.

Beichuan Si had never really liked being worshiped and glorified, so using the matters of the Beichuan Divine Society to persuade him might backfire.

So what reason should she use?

Qiuxiao Yunai racked her brains.

In the meantime, Beichuan Si’s indifferent voice came through, "No matter what Miss Qiuxiao says, I need to go back. There are people waiting for me at home."

He had been away for another week, and even though the school’s chairman had already green-lit his leave, Beichuan Si still wanted to return home as quickly as possible.

Not to mention that a high school student’s primary job is to study, the most crucial reason was that Beichuan Si didn’t want Mana Feituo’s tragedy to befall him too.

Even if his own sister was a "Salty Egg," Nakajima Michika was also a "Salty Egg." But it was still something he wanted to avoid.

"Is that so..." Qiuxiao Yunai scratched her head and sighed after a long pause, "In that case, I have nothing else to say... Thank you, Mr. Beichuan, for taking care of me."

Saying this, Qiuxiao Yunai bowed deeply to Beichuan Si.

If it hadn’t been for Beichuan Si, who knows what the Hengshan Divine Man and the others would have done to her.

Although she didn’t know that the instigator was actually Beichuan Si.

"If you really want to thank me, then delete every mention of me from the educational materials." Beichuan Si glanced meaningfully at Qiuxiao Yunai.

She embarrassedly scratched her head under his staring gaze.

It seemed her little movements hadn’t escaped this man’s notice after all.

Beichuan Si silently shook his head, but considering it was time to leave, he didn’t pursue the topic further.

"Then, I bid farewell." Beichuan Si slung his backpack on, checked the contents briefly to ensure nothing was missing, and then left without a second glance.

Watching Beichuan Si leave, Qiuxiao Yunai returned to her computer, and after some intense typing, she opened a webpage for an online fan club.

Seeing the rapidly increasing number of fans, Qiuxiao Yunai grinned.

This was the Beichuan Divine Society Fan Club she had established.

The Beichuan Divine Support Association.

She was the number one fan inside.

With the recent intensification of promotional efforts, the Beichuan Divine Society was also steadily expanding.

And the most rapid increase was among female fans.

After all, many female believers had seen Beichuan Si clad in a hunting outfit, and his aloof, unapproachable demeanor had struck a chord with them, thus giving rise to both the Beichuan Divine Support Association and the fan club.

On closer inspection, every support group within had at least a thousand members.

"The next step... is to expand to a branch in Tokyo," Qiuxiao Yunai murmured as she watched the growing numbers.

After all, Beichuan Si was in Tokyo, and bringing the Beichuan Divine Sect to Tokyo was likely easier than in Gunma Prefecture.

Having made her decision...

Qiuxiao Yunai pulled out a newly customized promotional brochure for the Beichuan Divine Society from under her desk.

Then, she called some people...

...

The matters of the Beichuan Divine Society had nothing to do with him now.

Beichuan Si was sitting on the tourist bus, this thought flashing through his mind.

Since the image of the Beichuan God had already been established, the Beichuan Divine Society should continue to develop as long as Qiuxiao Yunai didn’t deliberately mess things up.

With that, he had nothing more to do here.

He left without any further ado.

After all, to Beichuan Si, believing in someone as dull as him was something only idle people in society would do.

"Believe in Beichuan, gain eternal life?"

In the past few days, Beichuan Si had often heard such rumors within Beichuan Divine Society.

He surely didn’t have that kind of ability.

Moreover, Miss Qiuxiao could hardly expand the Beichuan Divine Society from Gunma Prefecture to Tokyo, right?

The situation in Tokyo was much more complicated than in Gunma Prefecture, and it was very difficult to contemplate establishing a dojo or a branch there—

At least that was what Beichuan Si believed.

Thinking this, Beichuan Si felt much more relaxed and happy.

The priority now was to get back quickly.

With this thought, Beichuan Si closed his eyes.

After about two and a half hours, Beichuan Si got off the train and then took another half-hour bus ride to the Bunkyo District.

Since a week had passed, there was no need for Beichuan Si to attend class today; he could go straight home.

However, what Beichuan Si didn’t know was that Kyubei had recently been buzzing with various rumors about him skipping school.

Rumors such as "Beichuan Demon King, who skipped school three out of the four weeks since the term began," or "The chairman still doesn’t dare to reprimand the Beichuan Demon King, suspected for the safety threats toward his family members," and so forth.

But even if Beichuan Si knew, he probably wouldn’t bother commenting.

It was just high school gossip; he didn’t care at all.

What was crucial now—

Beichuan Si glanced at the scene before him and couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows.

Today was Saturday, and Beichuan Huili should have gone to Miss Ying’s place to study painting. However, Beichuan Si saw her unknowingly lying on the sofa, playing with her phone, humming to herself, and constantly kicking her little feet as if she was in a good mood.

She was wearing headphones, so she didn’t hear Beichuan Si opening the door, just focused intently on playing with her phone.

In response, Beichuan Si expressionlessly took Nishijou Kurenai out and threw it at her face.

Nishijou Kurenai, of course, understood what Beichuan Si meant.

Its limbs adhered to Beichuan Huili’s face, and then—

"Ahhh!!! What is this?! What is this!?"

Beichuan Huili screamed in horror, her hands flailing in the air, her hair in disarray.

She tried to pull Nishijou Kurenai off her body with her palms.

But not only could she not pull Nishijou Kurenai off, she also hurt her face from the tugging.

In the end, when she finally realized what was sticking to her face, Beichuan Huili gave up.

She knew.

That man was back.

Beichuan Si walked over to Beichuan Huili, plucked Nishijou Kurenai from her face, and asked, "Hui Li, why didn’t you go to Miss Ying’s class today?"

He had put a lot of thought into getting her into Miss Ying’s hands, as it might be the only way to rescue his unmotivated sister from her current misery.

Eventually, if Beichuan Huili applied to other art universities, she could even list being a disciple of Qianye Ying on her resume.

Even if not becoming a great painter, being able to be a fashion designer would be enough for her to make a living.

Surely he wouldn’t end up supporting her forever, right?

Although it wasn’t impossible, Beichuan Si still hoped his sister would succeed.

Who would want their sister to be such a "Salty Egg"?

"Uh... Brother Temple... Kurenai... she..." Beichuan Huili was about to tattle but, seeing Nishijou Kurenai perched triumphantly on the table and swallowing her words, she replied, "Mr. Qianye took Shihua to the hospital today for a checkup. They found a more suitable bone marrow match, so I got the day off today."

A more suitable bone marrow match?

That was indeed good news.

Once Nakajima Michika’s surgery was successful, and with his death-energy treatment added, they’d likely be able to prevent post-transplant marrow rejection.

Beichuan Si subtly changed his mood and, sitting on the sofa across from her, asked, "How were your grades during the recent exams?"

"... "Beichuan Huili.

*Sigh...*

Why does it feel like a parent has come back home as soon as Brother Temple arrives?

Beichuan Huili couldn’t help but grumble inwardly.