I'm a teacher in Tokyo!

Who the hell knows what its rules are? Following the formula of Japanese movies, the fact that the guy was willing to let me see him means he's already got his eye on me.

You never know when you might break its rules and get killed by it.

After all, Japanese ghosts don't care about cause and effect or retribution; they only care about killing them all.

However, that guy's strength is probably no match for a fierce god like Kayako.

If there were exorcists, even if they couldn't defeat the demons, they should at least be able to offer some advice, allowing the user to survive for a few more days.

In this primitive era when the concept of the Internet was just emerging, the only ancient Internet communication tool was private forums. Even search engines lacked relevance; previously, searching for stocks would at least bring up relevant keywords, but now there were almost no related results.

With the help of the low-frequency garbage network, it took Yoshizaki Kawa to spend two class periods to barely get a somewhat relevant reply from the various bizarre and messy text messages.

The topic of the post is strange things in life and urban legends.

Some of them discussed urban horror, things like Hanako, but Yoshizaki Kawa didn't find anything related to exorcism. Instead, he found something in the reply below.

"Speaking of which... I remember seeing a strange woman with tattoos at a bar before. She had bells hanging on her body and said that if there were any strange things, you could come to her. She seemed very mysterious, just like the exorcists in the legends."

Of course, that was all the comments they got; nothing more came of it.

After all, the forums of this era were not like the forums of later generations that shared all kinds of stories. They were simply places to talk about things, and some even had people practicing typing and posting posts with no logic or gibberish.

But this was the closest clue Yoshizaki Kawa could get to the answer he wanted, so he couldn't let it go and left a comment asking where the bar was.

Since there were no online systems in this era, he didn't know if the other party was online or when they would see his reply, so he could only bookmark the webpage and wait to refresh it later.

Time flew by and it was noon. After finishing his tasks, Yoshizaki also took the opportunity to prepare for his afternoon classes.

Fortunately, the two worlds were similar in terms of language and power, and with the original owner's experience, he was quite familiar with this aspect.

He closed the lesson plan, stretched, and just as Yoshizaki was about to go out for dinner, he refreshed the webpage and found another comment below his own.

"The bar is called Sun Tama Bar. Bro, if you're going out of curiosity, you'd better give up on that idea. I later found out that the woman was a singer and hostess at the bar. She was just saying those things to get me to buy more drinks. But their cocktails are pretty good, and you can drink them neat."

The internet in this era is very clean; it's purely a platform for sharing.

Yoshizaki typed "thank you" and then shut down the computer; he had no recollection of the bar.

Because the original owner was a stingy person who was unwilling to spend money, even when drinking alcohol, he would only drink the cheapest sake and rice wine, and would never go to places like bars.

But it's not a big problem. As long as I know the specific name, I can ask someone about it later.

As for the fact that the girl was actually a hostess... Although Yoshizaki was slightly disappointed, it was the only clue, so he couldn't just not go, and it wouldn't cause much trouble anyway.

Besides, bars have all sorts of people, so they can be a good source of information.

Yoshizaki could only console himself with this thought, but because he had classes in the afternoon, there wasn't enough time to go now.

So—let's eat first!

Yoshizaki Kawa put on his coat, and like the original owner, subconsciously squeezed his wallet before pushing open the wooden door in front of him.

He was startled when he pushed open the door, thinking about what he had just done;

I was indeed influenced by the original owner of this body; some of that person's little habits were gradually becoming my own.

When I first transmigrated, I would forget to wear my glasses when I went out, but now it's become second nature.

"But so what? You are who you are."

This integration was not bad for Yoshizaki Kawa; at least he wouldn't be exposed when facing people he knew from the original body, and he wouldn't have any doubts about whether he was himself.

"Yoshizaki-senpai!! Where are you?!"

As he pushed open the door, his cell phone rang. He picked it up and heard Saito Asuka's startled voice coming from the other end.

"The barbecue is almost cold!"

Well, only now did Yoshizaki remember what Saito Asuka had said earlier: to treat him to a meal...

I squeezed my wallet; it seemed I wouldn't have to spend any money today, and I felt a little smug.

Wait, why would a line generate this kind of emotion?

He suppressed this feeling of secret joy, a habit that the original owner had instilled in him.

Stepping outside, Yoshinoya is considered a relatively affordable yakiniku (grilled meat) restaurant in the area. Most of the customers are university students from the neighborhood. After greeting a few students he knew, Yoshizaki Kawa walked to a table:

"Sorry, I'm late."

Saito Asuka had no objection to this, after all, it was a treat to thank this senior, who was busy with work and was only ten minutes late.

She was curious whether Yoshizaki was so late because of Tomie, but this involved Yoshizaki's privacy, so although she was curious, she didn't feel comfortable asking.

So he smiled and said, "It's nothing. It's just that I'm not as dedicated as my seniors, who came very early."

Yoshizaki gave an awkward laugh. He felt that the words were mocking him, since he wasn't as dedicated as the original owner of this body. He had just been slacking off and doing his own thing.

He sat opposite her, took off his suit jacket, and draped it over the sofa.

"For a middle-aged man like me, many things are only on the surface. I may look like I'm working hard, but I might just be thinking about what to eat tonight, or what to eat for lunch in the office this morning."

"You're so funny."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 17 Misunderstanding

When Saito Asuka first came to the school, Yoshizaki Kawa was always seen as an old-fashioned Showa-era relic, an extreme conservative, and someone who was as stubborn as a rock.

But after getting to know him, she discovered that although this senior colleague seemed cold on the surface, he was actually quite kind-hearted.

When I first joined the school, I didn't know anything, and Yoshizaki-senpai taught me many things.

Of course, the process can be awkward at times. For example, if you don't understand the lesson plan, Yoshizaki-senpai will just give you his own format and then not say a word.

At first I thought it was an antique.

Saito Asuka found this self-deprecating remark quite amusing.

"Do you drink beer, senior?"

She raised a large glass of beer to Yoshizaki Kawa, but he politely declined.

"I have classes this afternoon."

Yoshizaki Kawa spread his hands, indicating that he had classes in the afternoon and therefore could not drink.

Upon hearing this, Saito Asuka tilted her head back and gulped down a mouthful of beer, her face turning rosy, and said with dissatisfaction:

"Senior, you really didn't get to enjoy yourself at all."

After saying that, without even eating any food, he took another big gulp of beer, clearly a complete drunkard.

To be honest, seeing that the beer mug the latter was holding seemed to be bigger than Saito Asuka's face, Yoshizaki was a little worried about what would happen if this guy got drunk. He didn't have the time to take this guy home.

Although draft beer has a lower alcohol content than regular beer, it's still not enough to stop this guy from drinking so much.

With a worried expression, Yoshizaki picked up a skewer of yakitori and chewed it slowly, like an old man, while Saito Asuka across from him remained engrossed in beer.

After finishing the glass, he seemed slightly tipsy, and his eyes became somewhat unfocused.

As if trying to find a topic of conversation, she brought up the United States: "Senior, you studied in the United States before, why didn't you stay there and instead chose to return to Japan?"

"Wages are high in Japan."

Yoshizaki Kawa succinctly stated that this was indeed the original owner's most sincere thought.

In that era, Japan, as a developed country, had a GDP in Tokyo that could buy half of the United States. All industries were thriving, and wages were naturally higher than in the United States.

For the original owner of this body, who was such a miser, this was naturally a reason that could not be refused.

"What a speechless reason! They don't even have the slightest thought of serving their country. Senior is really straightforward, but much better than my brother."

She took another gulp of beer: "Everyone thinks this place is good, but he insists on going outside."

Yoshizaki could only awkwardly laugh and agree, "Young people may have their own ideas."

Although—according to the information—he felt that the latter was simply brainwashed, this could actually help Japan avoid the economic crisis that was about to unfold.

Sai Weng lost his horse, how do you know it is not a blessing?

Saito Asuka slammed her heavy wooden sake cup onto the table.

"Perhaps, but I prefer him to be as down-to-earth as his predecessors. Wouldn't it be better to make more money? Anyway, I'm going to settle down here for the rest of my life, and I'll open a brewery when I retire."

"Waiter, two more beers, please!"

She raised her glass, and without eating a single bite of food, downed two large glasses of beer.

"Um, be careful not to get drunk."

Yoshizaki's well-intentioned reminder was taken as slander by the latter: "Damn it, is senpai looking down on me? I drink a glass of liqueur every morning for breakfast and go to the bar on Sundays, how could I possibly get drunk?"

"That's it..."

"Oh, Ms. Saito, are you familiar with the bars around here?"

Upon hearing the second half of the sentence, Yoshizaki's eyes lit up, recalling the content of his previous reply to the post;

Perhaps Saito Asuka knows this bar? If so, I won't have to go through the trouble of searching for it.

"Hmph, I can say that there isn't a single bar around here that I don't know about!"

"Do you know a bar with this name?"