Crossover Anime: The King of Time? Actually, He's a Slacker!

"Hello everyone, I'm Sagami Minami, the executive chairperson of this year's Spring Festival. It's an honor..."

Sagami Minami read her prepared speech, and although her tone was flat, she managed to deliver it smoothly, which was much better than the ridiculous situation in the original story.

Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Yukinoshita backstage was also relieved, as it seemed their efforts had not been in vain.

Come to think of it, the three members of the Service Club were having a falling out in the original story. Yukinoshita even lost her mind and took over all of Sagami Minami's work, which prevented her from growing at all. In the end, Hachiman had to clean up the mess by self-destructing.

But things are different now. Lin Shiye is like a stroke of luck, creating everyone equally and directly producing concept gods—Koukai Hachiman and Shuzen Tuanzi. Yukinoshita, on the other hand, began to steadily evolve in a strange direction after meeting Lin Shiye and Kitahara Iori, two stunning beauties.

"Yay! Yay! Yay!" Hikigaya excitedly pumped his fist in celebration, but accidentally elbowed Shirogane Miyuki next to him.

"Pfft—!" Brother Baiyin clutched his stomach and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up again.

"Huh?" Hachiman was taken aback, then quickly reached out to help.

"Sorry, Mr. President, this is mine."

"No, he's not dead..." Shirogane Miyuki waved his hand.

"Hachiman, you guys behave yourselves, everyone can hear you." Yukinoshita's reminder came through the earpiece, mixed with bursts of snickers from the rest of the backstage.

Hachiman froze, wishing he could disappear into the ground.

The scene shifts back to the stage, where the women's beauty pageant has begun. The girls, with their exquisite makeup, walk onto the stage one by one to showcase their talents... Wait, why are there men too?

The audience below the stage was overjoyed.

Lin Shiye, who was sitting quietly in the corner of the venue, almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

What are you doing, coyote?!

Shirou Emiya, adorned with flamboyant makeup and dressed in a ballet tutu, performed a high jump in the center of the stage with a blank expression. For a moment, both those who knew him and those who didn't fell silent.

Sakura Matou and Medusa clapped wildly, while Taiga Fujimura laughed so loudly he couldn't straighten his back.

"My eyes! My eyes!" Iori and Kohei covered their eyes and rolled around on the ground in pain.

"Emiya Shirou..." Yagami Light decisively pulled out the Death Note, adopting a posture of sacrificing family for the greater good.

"Stop, Yue!" Ryuk hurriedly stopped him.

"Oh my, your previous Master was quite something!" Tamamo-no-Mae couldn't help but tease, and finally couldn't hold back her laughter.

"What hyena or wood wolf? I don't know them." Artoria stuffed a big mouthful of popcorn into her mouth, her expression serious, but her words were mumbled.

"You know, I've been hanging around with Shi Ye for a long time."

Lazy Jane, who was standing nearby, had already put on the Delilah eye mask and was peacefully asleep.

After finishing his high jump and preparing to leave, Shirou Emiya shed tears of despair. If time could be turned back, he would never have been late for his date with Sakura.

"Haha, let's welcome the next contestant," the host said with an awkward laugh.

"Chisa Kotegawa from the PaB Diving Club!"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the diving club immediately sat up straight.

Chisa, who had changed into a beautiful pink dress, walked up with a bare face, seemingly ready to face death. Even without makeup, her looks were still exceptional.

"His aura is prickly," Kohei Imamura commented, stroking his chin.

"Are you angry?"

"No, she's probably just nervous," Kitahara Iori offered her opinion.

"Please introduce yourself!" The host handed over the microphone.

"My name is Chisa Kotegawa, and my hobby is diving..."

A mechanical, emotionless voice rang out, leaving the audience momentarily at a loss for how to react, and the atmosphere grew cold.

"This is not good," Shinji Tokita's rough voice rang out from the side.

"Yes, if we can't get the audience's support, we might lose." Ryujiro Kotobuki also had a serious expression on his face.

"Is there any way to salvage this, Kohei? Aren't you quite knowledgeable about 'that kind of' game?"

"Hmm..." Kohei fell into deep thought.

"To make a quiet and reserved character like Chisa shine, we need to get her to show a rare smile, right?"

"So you mean making her laugh?" Shinji Tokita shook his head.

"I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult."

"Is there any other way?" Iori continued to ask.

"Being shy is fine too," Kohei Imamura said.

"How about I take off all my clothes and let her see?"

"That won't work either. Chisa's already used to it, right?" Ryujiro Kotobuki rejected the plan again.

"Then there's only one way left." Kohei shrugged helplessly.

"What method?" Iori raised an eyebrow.

"Her outfit today..."

"Okay, so you're going to lift my skirt?"

"..."

"How did you figure that out?" The two beast elders were dumbfounded.

"You two not only have unique ideas, but you're also on the same page."

"The problem is how to do it." Kitahara Iori was getting anxious as Chisa was about to leave.

"Use this." Kohei Imamura raised his hand, several bouncy balls co-branded with Magical Girl Lala were between his fingers.

"I see, it bounces up when it hits your feet and lifts your skirt." Kitahara Iori suddenly realized.

"That kind of elementary school prank... but it really makes Chisa hate you."

"Indeed, Iori, who makes the move, might be killed by Gan." Senior Kotobuki nodded in deep agreement.

"Why is it that I'm the one who has to do it?!" Iori roared in anger.

"Let's at least decide by rock-paper-scissors!"

"How about this then?" Kohei offered a fairer solution.

"How about we all throw it together, so she can't tell who threw it?"

"Great idea!"

"Let's do it that way then!"

The group readily agreed, and then each of them picked up a bouncy ball, lined up, aimed at the stage, and prepared to go.

"Three, two, one, go!" Kohei gave the order.

Iori mustered all her strength and threw the bouncy ball, her expression contorted with rage from the effort.

"It's ripe!"

Whoosh-!

The bouncy ball hit Chisa's feet precisely and bounced up, lifting her skirt.

A cool breeze blew in, and Chisa's eyes widened, her face flushed red, and she hurriedly held down her skirt to avoid exposing herself.

OHHHH—!

The audience below the stage was overjoyed.

Iori's attack continues.

"Good, not bad aim!"

"continue!"

Nana was holding a camera and snapping photos like crazy, her hands moving so fast that they were blurry and only afterimages remained.

"Wow, Iori's ball control is amazing!"

"As expected, only you could have done this!"

"Hehehe, leave it to me!" Iori got more and more into it, and just as she was about to go completely crazy, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

Eh?

Iori braked the car and turned around to see that his companions had already distanced themselves from him, standing at a distance and watching quietly, their eyes showing deep approval.

At this point, Iori finally understood that he had been sold out again.

It was too late for regrets. A chilling killing intent crept up her spine. On the stage, Chisa blushed and stared intently at him from across most of the venue.

Damn it, what kind of joke is this?!