This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 361 - 256. Beichuan’s Daily Life (8000-word target achieved!)_2

Chapter 361: Chapter 256. Beichuan’s Daily Life (8000-word target achieved!)_2

"Not really, they were just coming up to say hello," Beichuan Si casually responded in his mind.

These were actually part of the daily routine Beichuan Si faced every morning upon arriving at Kyubei High School.

Some students would timidly come up to greet him, even if they were afraid, and if Beichuan Si kept staring at them, they would even collapse to the ground in fright; those with weaker psychological endurance might start crying.

Beichuan Si knew exactly what was going on.

The reason for the current situation seemed to be the gang of delinquents from Jinji High School, who had spread the word about Beichuan Si beating them up before.

Embracing the idea "if you can’t beat them, join them," now the entire Bunkyo District had already propagated the title of "Beichuan Demon King" for Beichuan Si, and gradually many had joined the group.

What with nicknames like "cold-faced killer," or "drinks blood raw, chews flesh raw," or "deathly glare" —

These Japanese high schoolers, as if inheriting their splendid tradition of chunibyo, always managed to assign various strange and bizarre nicknames to Beichuan Si.

Yes, Beichuan Si knew all about them.

But this was not bad.

If one couldn’t maintain a good reputation, at least it meant his mundane daily life wouldn’t suffer interruptions, right?

Now, when he needed to investigate something in the Bunkyo District, he just needed to contact those leading students; they were quite handy to use, so Beichuan Si didn’t bother with them any more.

Also, because of Beichuan Si’s tremendous reputation, those delinquent students using his name dared not bully others with the unrestrained behavior of before. This earned Beichuan Si quite a bit of favor from those who had been suffering from bullying.

The result of that favor was that now, when people saw Beichuan Si, they would also come up to greet him, trembling.

And Beichuan Si did not use his fame to form anything like the "Beichuan Group."

He just wanted to live a peaceful life here and had never thought about becoming some sort of gangster boss.

So when exactly had it become like this?

Beichuan Si felt he hadn’t done anything; he had just beaten up a few people, and those students had naturally demonized his image.

"Really? I have something else to ask about—those running in the streets, those cars..."

Shenzhu Shihui asked again.

She was like a curious baby.

And Beichuan Si sat on the edge of his chair, his gaze drifting, occasionally responding to Shenzhu Shihui.

Watching Beichuan Si like this, a few boys sitting close by subconsciously moved their stools a bit further away, fearing that Beichuan Si, in a bad mood, might suddenly grab the lecture podium and smash it into their faces.

But what they didn’t understand was that Beichuan Si’s face was always like this, and his drifting gaze was due to him pondering how to answer Shenzhu Shihui’s question.

"Mr. Temple! Good morning."

A cheerful greeting sounded from beside Beichuan Si; Shen Gu Mirai entered through the back door, sat down directly, and then turned around to say hello.

"Good morning," Beichuan Si looked at the blackboard, then, as if thinking of something, turned around, "Mirai, do you know if there are any good bookstores in Bunkyo District recently?"

Shen Gu Mirai was startled, "Bookstore? What does Mr. Temple want to buy?"

She pretended to be concerned while secretly sighing in relief internally.

Beichuan Si’s attitude towards her was still the same as usual, neither overly intimate nor remotely distant.

He was still the same Beichuan Si, and had not changed anything because of her confession that day.

But... the fact that he hadn’t changed actually made her quite depressed.

No change meant no heart-stirrings. And someone like that was the hardest to get.

Her complex feelings were like a spilled bottle of mixed emotions. On one hand, she hoped that Beichuan Si would change somewhat, on the other hand, she didn’t really want him to change his attitude.

"I want to buy some books about tongue twisters," Beichuan Si replied straightforwardly.

Buy books on tongue twisters?...

Shen Gu Mirai secretly glanced over at Beichuan Si and, discovering that he was utterly serious, replied, "That kind of thing... you can usually find it in an antique shop, or you could try a bookstore in a department store. I don’t have anything to do after school, so I can go with you."

"Then I’ll have to trouble you," Beichuan Si smoothly responded.

While he was chatting with Shen Gu Mirai, Shenzhu Shihui suddenly asked, "Is she... your girlfriend, Mr. Beichuan?"

It was a rather sharp question, and even Beichuan Si, who was always straightforward, subconsciously pondered for a moment before answering,

"Not right now."

"Not... right now?" Shenzhu Shihui blinked.

In response to her words, Beichuan Si mentally answered, "She should be in the future."

Although he added ’should,’ Beichuan Si’s tone was clearly a confident one, as if he had a plan in mind.

Shenzhu Shihui didn’t understand where Beichuan Si’s mysterious confidence came from, but she still went along with what Beichuan Si meant and replied, "Really?"

As Beichuan Si took out textbooks one by one from his backpack, while outwardly talking to Shen Gu Mirai, he simultaneously chatted telepathically with Shenzhu Shihui, "Rather than my concerns, I’m more worried about your issues, Miss Shihui."

My issues?

Shenzhu Shihui suddenly fell silent.

She stared at Beichuan Si curiously.

What possible issue could she have? Wasn’t it just about asking Beichuan Si to buy a tongue-twister book?

"You need to understand, stuttering should only be a physical issue, and now you are a Spiritual Body. Logically, you shouldn’t stutter."

"...Mr. Beichuan... do not... always bring up stuttering!" Shenzhu Shihui’s lips quivered, visibly frustrated, "I, I... have just grown used to... this way of speaking, even if I’ve become a Spiritual Body... I can’t just stop."

She had already realized that it was bizarre for her to stutter as a Spiritual Body.

But what could she do after it had happened? She just had to honestly face it.

And as for someone like Beichuan Si to still delve into her issue with stuttering as a Spiritual Body, Shenzhu Shihui was really fed up.

It was plain bullying.

If Yongshi hadn’t asked her to take care of Beichuan Si before he went into his deep slumber, she wouldn’t bother with such a hopelessly straightforward guy.

"By the way, Mr. Temple, why did you suddenly want to buy a book about tongue-twisters?" Shen Gu Mirai suddenly brought up the topic.

She was curious.

Because Beichuan Si never did unnecessary things, there must be a reason this time.

"I have a friend who stutters, and I’m getting it for her to practice," Beichuan Si didn’t hide this from Shen Gu Mirai.

Listening to Beichuan Si on the other side, Shenzhu Shihui nearly burst with anger, wishing she could fight him to the death.

But considering how Beichuan Si dealt with the ’Kutsune’ sword-wielding maiden smoothly, she held back this sudden impulse.

"Stuttering, huh..." Shen Gu Mirai smiled sweetly, "Then let’s go to the department store together this afternoon."

She was as cunning as ever. Opportunities to be alone with Beichuan Si were rare, and by rounding up, she might as well consider it a date.

But Shen Gu Mirai didn’t realize that inside Beichuan Si’s backpack, Nishijou Kelian was fiddling with two needles sewing, while Shenzhu Shihui in the Shinra Bell was correcting Beichuan Si’s earlier statement.

This trip to the bookstore really wasn’t a date at all, but just the two of them, with two ghosts, simply visiting a bookstore.

"By the way... Oh yes! I also wanted to ask, Mr. Beichuan, what is that little board you have?"

"Mobile phone."

"Mobile phone? But... I’ve seen... mobile phones... they don’t look like this, they have numbers from 1 to 9... and that thin little board doesn’t have a mobile antennae... It just seems very interesting to look at."

"..." Beichuan Si.

Anyway, this was currently the state of Beichuan Si’s daily life.