This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 342 - 247. About You Liking Me (4000 words!)

Chapter 342: Chapter 247. About You Liking Me (4000 words!)

The next day, at Beichuan’s house.

Today was Sunday, and it wasn’t raining, so Beichuan Si didn’t rush off to the location of Rain Hall.

After comparing the data on the internet, he was now contemplating the issue of the Beichuan Divine Society.

After several hours of serious consideration, he had some thoughts regarding the Beichuan Divine Society, the relief organization.

There were two approaches Beichuan Si could take regarding the current status of the Beichuan Divine Society.

Either disband where they were or reorganize.

Personally, Beichuan Si was more inclined toward the latter.

Not to mention how foolish it would be to dissolve the human resources of one or two thousand permanent believers.

The main issue was that even if he disbanded them now, who knew whether someone might deceive these believers using the name of Beichuan Si and re-establish a Beichuan Divine Society outside of his control; that’s when things would really get troublesome.

Moreover, with ten thousand people at hand, they could be used as... well, not tools, but moderately involved in helping to investigate information about supernatural mysteries.

Without a doubt, it was a business sure to turn a profit.

"So reformation is the very natural choice for the moment."

For Beichuan Si, reorganizing the cult internally was basically no issue.

A portion of the people within the cult were faithful devotees of Beichuan Si, who very much believed in his abilities.

And through these people, he could undoubtedly remove all the troublemakers from the cult.

After all, the ’divine miracles,’ which to Nishijou Kurenai might seem like nothing significant, were indeed trivial in his eyes—or so it seemed.

To exchange this for one or two thousand pairs of eyes and human resources...

Thinking this, Beichuan Si took a deep glance at Nishijou Kurenai, who clumsily climbed up beside the computer desk dressed in a nurse outfit.

Nishijou Kurenai, who was struggling to grip the drawer handle, seemed to sense Beichuan Si’s thoughts, and her doll body suddenly tensed up—

And then Nishijou Kurenai dropped to the floor with a snap.

Then, regardless of whether Beichuan Si picked her up to poke her face or pinch her doll face, she remained motionless.

It was as if she had suddenly fallen asleep.

Beichuan Si didn’t bother with Nishijou Kurenai.

There was another matter that needed his attention.

He had already investigated the affairs of the Beichuan Divine Society.

Qiuxiao Yunai had not been using his name to engage in reckless activities; lately, she had even established several more almsgiving spots in Gunma Prefecture and, in partnership with the local Red Cross, had started building nursing homes and orphanages.

As this was also a good deed, Beichuan Si had no intention of holding her accountable for these things.

But—

This did not mean Beichuan Si wouldn’t ’knock on the door’ to check on her.

Beichuan Si thought as he pulled out a rattan stick from under his desk.

The flexibility and length were good...

After all, the relief organization that Qiuxiao Yunai had established on a whim, merely to aid those in difficulty, simply could not sustain itself for long.

It was impossible to expect everyone to operate on love alone.

If she continued like this, the Beichuan Divine Society would definitely become the next Thousand Mirror Mutual Aid Association.

That was something Beichuan Si did not wish to see.

Therefore, it was natural to have organized and disciplined activities, rather than acting impulsively like Qiuxiao Yunai, implementing whatever came to mind.

"In this regard... Mirai should be more experienced than I am," Beichuan Si subconsciously thought of Shen Gu Mirai.

Beichuan Si had done some research on Shen Gu Mirai, the young girl, before.

Shen Gu Mirai had once taken over as president of the student council in her previous middle school due to the sudden illness of the incumbent and had organized an unrivaled school festival.

A neatly planned sales area, a section for entertaining parents, a free drinking water station...

Even though she was seen as an oddity in the eyes of others, that school festival seemed to have left a deep impression on many students and even parents.

Perhaps it might be somewhat inappropriate, and not quite reliable, to use a school festival as a comparison, but this did show that Shen Gu Mirai indeed had the capability to organize activities and manage hierarchies.

Retreating ten thousand steps back, while Shen Gu Mirai’s abilities were still up for discussion, Beichuan Si couldn’t find a more reliable candidate than her.

Because Beichuan Si believed in her.

Not her abilities, but in Shen Gu Mirai herself.

With her capricious assistance in overseeing the Beichuan Divine Society, even if something happened, Beichuan Si would be able to know.

Just as when Shen Gu Mirai had loudly called out his name that time at Rain Hall—

Thinking this, Beichuan Si no longer hesitated. He took out his cell phone and called Shen Gu Mirai.

The call connected almost instantly.

Before Beichuan Si could even speak, Shen Gu Mirai on the other end responded with a touch of surprise:

"Ah... Mr. Temple? Right, Mr. Temple, could you come down and open the door for me? I’m almost at your doorstep."

"..." Beichuan Si.

This young girl was almost at his doorstep? Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives?

"You’re at my house?" Beichuan Si confirmed again, his tone flat.

"Yes!" Shen Gu Mirai’s voice sounded a bit excited, and she chuckled, "Because I missed Mr. Temple, so I came. Is that okay?"

Beichuan Si’s eyebrows raised slightly, he pinched his chin, and after a while, he spoke calmly without any fluctuations in his voice, "Do you like me?"

Direct and simple.

This was the most rational conclusion Beichuan Si had drawn from Shen Gu Mirai’s words, so he naturally had to ask.

This was Beichuan Si’s style.

Quiet—

Shen Gu Mirai on the other side of the phone, her snow-white face now completely replaced by a blush.

Her fingers trembled, and the scenery before her eyes seemed to sway.