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Chapter 218 The Heavenly God Festival starts!
"Senior, why are you here?" Shoko Kojima asked in surprise, then she narrowed her eyes slightly, "Is it such a coincidence?"

Makoto Futaba pretended to be calm, and said with a very steady smile, "I just came to visit the elders."

After finishing speaking, he deliberately asked, "What about you?"

Shoko Kojima immediately replied with a smile, "I'm here to visit a friend."

"friend?"

"Actually, they are classmates."

Four 50-year-old classmates?

Makoto Futaba just wore see-through glasses, so he naturally knew that Shoko Kojima was lying, but it was impossible for him to expose the other party's lie, so he nodded.

"Then I'll go back first." Makoto Futaba said.

"Well, goodbye, senior." Kojima Shoko didn't pester Makoto Futaba like she did at school, perhaps because of the special location here, and she also had something to hide from Makoto Futaba.

Futaba Makoto left, watching the back of the other party going away, Kojima Shoko's expression returned to normal.

She looked around again, as if she was worried about something.

After hesitating for a while, Kojima Shoko also chose to leave the hospital.

……

On the way home, Makoto Futaba repeatedly thought about what happened just now... Should I call the police?
This is pure murder, right?

But he had no evidence and no reason to do so, his intuition was telling Makoto Futaba not to interfere in this matter.

"Shoko Kojima." Makoto Futaba suddenly recalled that in the classroom one day, the girl with crystal tears in her eyes was hiding alone in front of the window sill, like a little beast licking her wounds.

go home.

What should be considered now is not this, but the matter of contacting the fireworks company——

After returning home, Makoto Futaba used the search engine to find the phone numbers of several local fireworks companies, but found that it was not as easy as imagined.

That is……

It's too expensive to put on a firework show.

Fireworks have size requirements, and there are various models—for example, the price of No. 3 jade fireworks is 5000 yen per piece, No. 5 jade fireworks are 15000 yen, and the most expensive No. 450 jade fireworks with a bloom diameter of 20 meters are priced at 70. Yen, yes, just one.

If the fireworks are too small and cannot achieve good visual effects, large fireworks will cost a lot of money.

Not only that, but setting off fireworks also requires some labor costs and security costs, which can't be done without tens of millions.

"Huh." Shuangye Cheng took a breath, and after careful calculation, he found that he really couldn't do it a few times.

How about canceling it?

but……

Makoto Futaba was sitting on the sofa thinking, he was the only one in the living room at this time - just at this time, a sound of footsteps came from the other side of the stairs, Makoto Futaba looked casually, and saw 'Pikachu' coming from the stairs. Walking down unsteadily, it was Gong Bai Yuyou.

She wobbled over and wanted to hug Shuangye Cheng, but in the end she tripped over a small stool on the ground and fell directly in front of his eyes with a slap.

"Are you okay?" Makoto Futaba asked.

'Pikachu' stood up, then angrily kicked out his short legs and wanted to kick the low stool, but because of the unstable center of gravity, he fell to the ground again in a supine position.

"Ah!"

Shuangye Cheng: "..."

Futaba's comedy show?
'Pikachu' looked up at the starry sky, and finally his body became limp and motionless.

"Don't lose your dreams, hey!" Makoto Futaba complained.

There is no doubt that Gong Baiyuyou's doll costume was scrapped again after falling twice in a row. She hugged her shriveled headgear expressionlessly, and then sat down beside Makoto Futaba.

"Why are you running so fast?" Makoto Futaba looked at the girl and couldn't help asking.

Gong Baiyu's beautiful eyes slowly looked away, and then made a mosquito-like voice: "Because I want to hug."

Futaba Makoto coughed dryly.

"You don't have to be so anxious if you want it." Before Shuangye Cheng could finish speaking, Gong Bai Yuyou leaned against him, the fragrance in her hair was clearly audible.

At this time, Gong Baiyu's eyes also noticed the contents of Makoto Futaba's phone.

"I just contacted the fireworks company and found it difficult to hold fireworks." Makoto Futaba explained after seeing the girl's eyes fixed on his mobile phone.

Gong Baiyu tilted his head, as if he didn't understand.

"It just costs a lot of money to hold it once, probably tens of millions." Makoto Futaba said.

Hearing this, Gong Baiyu touched the belly pocket of her doll costume with her little furry yellow hands, and finally took out a card and handed it to Makoto Futaba: "Here, 5000 million."

Shuangye Cheng: "..."

Did you make so much money by drawing books? !
"No, no, it's impossible to use your money to do this." Makoto Futaba said immediately.

Perhaps it was because of the movement of Miyabai Yuyou's wrestling just now that Suzuki Kaoru and Ninomiya Ye came down from the second floor.

"What's wrong?" Kaoru Suzuki was still holding a coffee cup in her hand. She seemed to be afraid of the cold, so she used this coffee cup to keep warm.

Futaba Makoto shook his head and said it was fine.

After seeing Suzuki smoked down, Futaba Makoto talked about contacting the fireworks company by the way.

"Really." After hearing the price, Kaoru Suzuki's face didn't change much. She pushed her temple hair behind her ears and said slowly, "This matter is easy to solve."

"Indeed." Ninomiya Ye also nodded.

"Is it easy to solve?"

"Fireworks conferences are basically held in cooperation with the government and sponsors, and it will cost a lot to hold them in your personal capacity," said Kaoru Suzuki.

"Although that's the case, it's impossible for us to get government sponsorship for the festival activities of a shrine, and even if we apply...it's probably too late now."

"As for the sponsor, I think Aunt Futian on Merlin Street is willing to sponsor two croquettes."

The size of the cat shrine is too small, so it is almost impossible to get sponsorship and government help.

"It would be nice to talk about this matter in the name of the Ninomiya family." Ninomiya Ye said, crossing his arms, "You think things are too complicated, and your fireworks are just a show, not a real fireworks conference .”

"So it doesn't need tens of millions."

"It doesn't need to be so expensive?" Makoto Futaba thought for a while, "But the person from the fireworks company on the phone said..."

Kaoru Suzuki said slowly: "I think you expressed the wrong meaning, making the other party think that you are going to hold a fireworks display."

After finishing speaking, the girl's voice paused, and she looked at Ninomiya Ye who was beside her.

"Leave the fireworks to us, and you can prepare other things." Ninomiya Ye said.

Makoto Futaba was stunned when he heard this, why did he feel that this matter seemed to be a very simple matter in the eyes of Ninomiya and Suzuki?

However, considering Ninomiya Ye's identity, Futaba Makoto had no choice but to leave this matter to her.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Ninomiya." Futaba Makoto said, "Of course, if it's really difficult to do this, forget it."

"rest assured."

After Ninomiya finished speaking, he picked up his black bamboo knife and planned to go out.

"Where are you going?"

"Working, I don't like to leave things until tomorrow." Ninomiya Makoto looked back at Futaba Makoto with sharp eyes, leaving only a back view.

It's really a vigorous temperament.

……

As Ninomiya said, it is not very difficult to get sponsors. The next day, she found nine sponsors who are in charge of producing dolls and other small sponsors. Not only that... Muse Idol Affairs The institute also sponsored a part.

After Kaoru Suzuki carefully planned the cost of a part of the fireworks, Futaba Makoto found that it really didn't need to spend so much money.

With the help of several young girls, Futaba Makoto quickly completed the preparations for the Tenjin Festival.

Makoto Futaba did not try to be brave enough to handle all this alone, but Makoto Futaba felt very lucky to be able to get help from a few girls.

And the day of the Tenjin Festival finally arrived——

"Come on, oh oh oh oh!"

"Hehehe, I didn't expect this year's Tianshen Festival to be the most lively one. I thought it wouldn't last."

"Come here and help, the guests will come later."

At the booth at the foot of the mountain, several uncles were chatting cheerfully. Originally, they all thought that this year's Tenjin Festival would be over.

Thanks also to Makoto Futaba.

In the shrine on the mountain, Makoto Futaba and others were changing their clothes.

"It's the first time to wear the God Lord's costume." Makoto Futaba looked at the white robe and crown in front of him, and slowly put it on with the help of the girl behind him.

After putting it on, the neat white robe and the black crown on his head made Makoto Futaba look a little sacred at this time, with a hint of solemnity.

It was Morning Nana who helped him change his clothes. She was wearing a red and white maiden costume. The difference from usual was that today she was wearing an extra Chihaya for performing the festival dance—that is, a white coat with a special pattern printed on it.

"Does it fit?" Makoto Futaba asked.

In the morning, Nana nodded slightly. After putting on the witch costume, she seemed to be a different person, quiet and gentle.

Looking at the bandage on the opponent's face, Futaba Makoto suddenly said, "Take it off now, bandage."

In the morning, Nana's body trembled involuntarily, and she took a step back unconsciously.

"Don't be afraid, it's fine." Makoto Futaba smiled.

Under his encouraging eyes, Nana hesitated for a while, and finally began to slowly remove the bandage.

There were slight red marks from bandages on her fair and tender face, but she recovered quickly, and her skin condition was even better than before the disfigurement.

Makoto Futaba took out the selfie on his phone and showed it to the other party, but Nana didn't dare to look at it for a while in the morning.

"I'm afraid." Nana said in the morning.

"It's really fine, it's ready." Makoto Futaba said.

Perhaps because Makoto Futaba's words didn't seem to be fake, Chen Chen Nana slowly looked at the phone - the cute girl in the selfie on the phone at this time greatly exceeded Chen Chen Nana's expectations.

"This is me?" The girl looked at herself in the selfie in disbelief.

She touched it, and her face was soft and tender, like a baby's skin.

"Of course it's you, recovering well." Makoto Futaba nodded.

In the morning, Nana put down her phone, stared blankly at Makoto Futaba, then suddenly threw herself into his arms and burst into tears.

"Oh... so it's real, I thought it was a dream."

Makoto Futaba could also understand the mood of the other party, so he stretched out his hand and gently stroked Nana's hair in the early morning. Looking at the girl crying in his arms, Makoto Futaba said softly, "You still want to dance later, cry!" Red eyes will embarrass the shrine."

Futaba Makoto's words made Nana recover quickly in the morning. After she touched her tears with her long sleeves, she looked at Futaba Makoto with tears and nodded: "Yes, I know."

Seeing the girl's cute look of wanting to cry but trying to hold back, Makoto Futaba couldn't help laughing.

After changing his clothes, he walked out of the room with Morning Nana, just at this time Kaoru Suzuki and the others also changed into maiden costumes.

Perhaps it was because Kaoru Suzuki matched the shrine maiden costume too well. The girl wore a red and white dress and a silver petal hairpin, just like a real shrine maiden.

"Huh?" Kaoru Suzuki and the others slowly opened their eyes wide after seeing Nana in the morning behind Makoto Futaba.

this……

"It's recovering well." Makoto Futaba said with a smile.

"..."

There were ten thousand questions in everyone's mind, but they didn't ask them.

This is called a good recovery?

It's all about bringing skin back to life, right? !

Shuangye Cheng also knew that they must be very curious, but now he could only hide it vaguely... While speaking, he noticed that Gong Bai Yuyou was not here, so he asked, "Where is Yuyou?"

"Inside, I'm still changing the doll clothes." After Ninomiya Ye, the maiden holding a bamboo knife, slashed a few times, Xue Zhen retracted the knife and replied in one go.

At this time, the door opened, and a large red and white doll in a witch costume ran out staggeringly.

"Oh~" the girl in the doll let out a cry.

This is... Hakurei Reimu?
After Futaba Makoto saw the shrine maiden doll, although he wanted to complain, he didn't say much.

"The clothes are a bit tight." Tang Xiaoke and the others also walked in at this time. There is no doubt that the priestess' clothes do not fit well, and the power of the sacred object is obviously not restrained by the priestess' clothes.

"Here we are." The Takahashi brothers and sisters were also present, including the short Yuko and the red, white, red and white shrine maidens all gathered together, each with their own characteristics.

In addition, everyone's looks are not low, and they are somewhat cute. People who don't know may think they are cosplayers in the comic show.

"Sister?" Yuko and the others also noticed Nana's face in the morning, full of surprise.

"We'll talk about this matter later, now we still concentrate on participating in the Tenjin Festival." Makoto Futaba quickly interrupted Yuko and the others.

"Oh……"

After seeing that everyone was ready, Makoto Futaba walked out and arranged work for everyone.

"I hope more people will come."

Makoto Futaba embraced Meilin, and couldn't help saying with emotion: "After all, I worked hard."

From publicity to event planning, almost every step has been done.

"Meow." Merlin licked his nose, then climbed onto Futaba Makoto's shoulder.

Just at this time, the phone rang, and after Makoto Futaba connected, there was a noisy voice inside——

"Hello Cheng-jun, it's not good!"

The caller was the uncle who set up a stall at the foot of the mountain. After hearing the anxious tone of the other party, Futaba Makoto was also taken aback for a moment, and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

"Okay, a lot..."

"A lot of what?"

"A lot of people, a lot of tourists!"

A lot of tourists?

Makoto Futaba walked quickly to the steps, followed the Shinto to look down the mountain, and saw a large number of tourists coming in from the stalls at the foot of the mountain.

"So much?" Makoto Futaba also showed a surprised expression.

(End of this chapter)