This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 373 - 262. Beichuan (8000-word goal achieved)_2

Chapter 373: Chapter 262. Beichuan (8000-word goal achieved)_2

Boss Heyuan glanced at Gangye Liangzi, then turned his head to look at Beichuan Si.

From the moment he sat down, until the food was served, Beichuan Si hadn’t stopped eating for even a moment, his movements quick and highly efficient.

This demeanor seemed to be utterly indifferent to the topic Boss Heyuan had just brought up.

But that just wouldn’t do!

Such a pretty girl as Gangye Liangzi was right next to him!

He couldn’t just come out and say it; he could only give meaningful glances in that direction, hoping to be noticed.

Finally, Beichuan Si felt the middle-aged man’s intentional looks several times.

He then raised his head, wiped his mouth, and said in a cool tone, "It’s very delicious, boss."

"Mr. Beichuan, I’m glad you like it," Boss Heyuan said, his expression stiffening as he nodded.

Meanwhile, watching him, Gangye Liangzi burst out laughing,

"Hahaha... Boss Heyuan, you might as well give it a rest, Beichuan just doesn’t care about that stuff."

Hearing Gangye Liangzi’s schadenfreude laughter, Boss Heyuan’s face froze, nearly losing his friendly image.

These two’s behavior was just too bold, exuding a sense of ’destined to be alone for life.’

His attempts at giving signals and assisting were utterly futile.

He let out a stiff cough and turned around to prepare new snacks.

As he turned, he muttered to himself with full grudge, "One day, you’ll regret it, Liangzi."

Gangye Liangzi heard this remark too, but she just curled her lips slightly and promptly—

"Boss! Two beers, please!"

This woman...

Beichuan Si kept his expression unchanged as he chewed on the grilled bird skewers, watching Gangye Lianzai guzzling down the beer.

Indeed, Gangye Liangzi’s claims couldn’t be taken seriously; she ended up drinking despite saying she wouldn’t.

But Beichuan Si didn’t mind.

After eating, there should still be two or three streetcar sessions left, so he could just take the streetcar home.

As for driving, he definitely wouldn’t let Gangye Liangzi touch the car again.

"But the food here is really good."

Beichuan Si swallowed the food in his mouth, feeling a warm comfort all over his body.

Inside the food stall, a middle-aged man was leaning against the counter flirting slightly, a young woman gulping beers, and a cool young man meticulously devouring the food.

It was indeed an odd combination.

...

Beichuan Si had sent Gangye Liangzi home.

Gangye Liangzi’s place was a luxury apartment with a card-access entry and a highly secure system.

Beichuan Si had just left her at the entrance and returned.

It was after eight o’clock now, and if he didn’t return, Beichuan Huili and the others would start to worry.

Moreover, with the tired woman, Dubian Kyoko, and other matters entwining him, Beichuan Si didn’t have much time to spare.

The journey from Gangye Liangzi’s place to the Beichuan Family’s home was a long one, but Gangye Liangzi had paid the fare, so Beichuan Si took a taxi and indulged in a bit of luxury.

About ten minutes later, Beichuan Si got off the taxi and arrived home.

This was the bustling hour at Beichuan’s house.

Beichuan Huili was cuddled up with Nishijou Kelian watching TV, Shen Gu Mirai seemed to be baking snacks, filling the house with a pleasant aroma.

Shinra Bell was hung on the wall, but Beichuan Si could clearly see Shenzhu Shihui leaning against the wall, muttering to herself.

If you listened closely, you’d realize she was practicing some simple Japanese tongue twisters.

On the other side, Nakajima Michika was conversing with the air, seemingly with Dubian Kyoko, their faces flushed with enthusiasm.

This peaceful coexistence of the living and the spirits made Beichuan Si involuntarily reach out and knock on the doorframe of the living room.

The noise quieted down, and everyone turned to look at Beichuan Si.

"Welcome back, Mr. Beichuan," Shen Gu Mirai greeted him with a smile, "I just used the kitchen for a bit, hope that’s okay?"

"Yeah, no big deal," Beichuan Si nodded.

He walked into the living room and sat on the sofa.

Nishijou Kelian excitedly jumped into his lap, rubbing her little head against his chest.

That action made Beichuan Si lower his head and poke Nishijou Kelian’s head.

He lowered his head.

Then looked up.

Just those two movements, and everything around had changed.

The noisy cheerfulness of the household had faded away.

A chill swept over Beichuan Si’s body in an instant, and his usual extreme physical fitness seemed to disappear in a flash.

He frowned and looked around.

He was very familiar with this place.

This was the restroom of Kyubei High School.

It was also where the reputation of the Beichuan Demon King had begun to spread.

Reality seemed to have swapped places with a dream.

The Mage Beichuan, the Beichuan God... these identities seemed more like things of a dream instead.

And what laid before Beichuan Si was harsh reality.

He had no superhuman physical abilities, no system, not even transmigration...

He stood still, not yet managing to think, when he heard a ruckus at the entrance of the restroom.

"Where’s that Beichuan guy?!"

"Damn it! How dare he steal Nana’s underwear, that panty thief!"

Some familiar lines reached Beichuan Si’s ears, making him involuntarily look toward the entrance of the restroom.

Familiar faces came into view.

Seki Naoya, Ikegami Keito, Changgu Makoto, and even the deceased Hoshino Nana appeared before Beichuan Si’s eyes...

About a dozen people blocked the entrance and exit of the restroom, forming a dark, intimidating mass that instinctively made one want to retreat.

"Beichuan! You bastard! How dare you do such a thing, we’ll definitely teach you a lesson this time!"

The boys shouted fiercely.

The next moment—

Beichuan Si kicked Seki Naoya away with one foot, then emotionlessly knocked Changgu Makoto to the ground with a punch.

"???"

Seki Naoya and the others were stunned.

Why would he dare to fight? Just start swinging at a word?

There were over a dozen of them here!

"How dare you attack first!"

"Bastard! Kneel down and apologize!"

The delinquent students surged at Beichuan Si, then one after another were knocked to the ground.

Like frying fish, Beichuan Si pushed them down in batches.

In no time, more than a dozen were down on the ground, leaving only Hoshino Nana with a face full of terror looking at him.

Beichuan Si temporarily ignored Hoshino Nana and emotionlessly pulled a rubber stick from the arms of a delinquent who’d tried to attack him.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

Anyone still twitching on the ground was struck by his hand until they could no longer move.

After doing all this, Beichuan Si slowly stepped in front of Hoshino Nana, voice extremely calm, "You might have gotten one thing wrong."

"Wh-What?" Hoshino Nana’s face was pale, and she didn’t even dare to speak loudly.

Was this still Beichuan Si? Why was he so terrifying? Just like... just like the Demon King!

"You can enter other people’s dreams and manipulate them," Beichuan Si continued flatly, "But you also overestimated your own abilities."

"What? Beichuan! Have you gone mad? Because you like me, you stole my underwear, and then you attacked all the classmates who were upholding justice... I’m definitely telling the teachers! Wait to be expelled!"

Hoshino Nana screamed.

Beichuan Si didn’t care about her, continuing on his own, "You can induce people with weak minds to commit suicide, lure people to places you’ve set up... but this is my dream."

His expression was indifferent.

Regardless of how much the surrounding environment mimicked reality, in his dream, he was all-powerful.

Beichuan Si was the master of this dream, not as weak as Akisai Ikki or Sato Taku. Naturally, he did whatever he wanted in his own dream.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand, and the rubber stick harshly descended toward Hoshino Nana’s head!

The rubber stick whistled through the air, descending rapidly!

And then—

Someone grabbed Beichuan Si’s shoulder.

Beichuan Si glanced at his shoulder.

It was a hand.

A pale, slender, twisted hand.

Sharp nails were digging deeply into Beichuan Si’s flesh!