I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Stared at by her colleagues with strange looks, Ms. Zhiming's young and beautiful face began to turn red.

"No, no, don't exaggerate..."

"Yes, I want it!"

"Just focus on the lesson..."

The young female teachers were so nervous that they gripped their skirts tightly with their small hands, and their voices trembled.

"I was concentrating on the lesson; I was just disturbed by a crow," Fujiwara Izaya told her the truth.

"Hmm?" A look of confusion slowly appeared in Ms. Chimin's eyes, which were covered by colored contact lenses.

Fujiwara Izaya complained to her, "There are too many crows in Tokyo."

“Indeed,” Teacher Zhiming said helplessly, having been led astray by him, “There are so many crows that there are more crows foraging for food in the garbage dump than garbage itself.”

“From this we can conclude that Tokyo has too many people.” Fujiwara Rinya said seriously, “If I become prime minister in the future, the first thing I will do is to relocate non-capital functions from Tokyo and spread the population to the surrounding prefectures.”

"Okay, keep it up!" Teacher Zhiming raised her fist to cheer him on in a very girlish way.

Then, a second later, the teacher realized what had happened, and her expression immediately turned stern. She slammed her hand on the table and said seriously, "No matter what, what you just did was really inappropriate!"

That was really wrong.

Instead of looking at the young and beautiful female teacher, he went and chatted with a crow; that's a bit of a serious problem.

"I will always look after you, teacher." Fujiwara Izaya sincerely admitted his mistake, his eyes fixed on her over-the-knee socks. "Not only will I look after you, but I will also always keep you in my heart, in the most important place."

"Eh?"

Teacher Zhiming was stunned, clearly confused by those words.

"I love Ms. Chikina the most, and I love classical literature class the most," Fujiwara Izaya continued. "For Ms. Chikina's sake, I will definitely work hard to become prime minister!"

The English teacher next door, who was drinking water, accidentally spilled water all over her thigh.

The chemistry teacher across the way nearly broke the test tube in his hand; the PE teacher, who was heading to the gymnasium, accidentally bumped into the main door...

Teacher Zhiming blushed and stood up abruptly.

"Fujiwara! Don't talk nonsense!"

"Can it be called nonsense for male students to have feelings for young and beautiful teachers?"

The strange looks from his colleagues around him grew, and Teacher Zhiming dared not let him stay there any longer, so she quickly said, "Alright, alright, I know, you can go back to class now..."

"I'll get first place in the grade for the final exam for the teacher!" Fujiwara Izaya smiled at her with youthful energy.

"No, it's not for me..." Teacher Zhiming stared blankly at his perfect smile, looking panicked as if something terrible was about to happen. "It's for, uh... for your parents, uh, for yourself, anyway, uh, you should go back now—"

"I want to make my teachers proud!"

"You're already a source of pride for your teachers..."

At this point, she was so embarrassed that she was about to cry. Facing the gazes of Fujiwara Izaya and her colleagues, she couldn't even lift her head. Her fingers were tightly gripping her clothes, and her uneasy appearance made it difficult to tell who was the teacher and who was the student.

"Teacher, I have another question."

"Please, please speak..."

"Could you please stop dragging me into the office over such trivial matters in the future?"

"Okay, okay..."

"And, could you..."

"Oh, don't ask anymore, I'll listen to whatever you say..."

Hey!

It's easy for people to misunderstand when a young and beautiful female teacher acts so affectionately towards a handsome male student in her class!

"Then I'm going back to the classroom."

"Well, Fujiwara-san, goodbye..."

As Fujiwara Izaya walked out of the office, the young female teacher, fresh out of school, slumped onto her desk with a sob. She felt a wave of frustration at being manipulated by her student, followed by a surge of embarrassment and budding romantic feelings at being told by the handsome, sunny boy that he liked her the most.

The older English teacher next door, with an air of experience, gently patted her shoulder and advised, "Yaohua, don't blame me for being nosy, but teacher-student relationships are a big taboo..."

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On Friday, Tokyo, which had been sunny for several days, started to drizzle again.

When Fujiwara Izaya woke up, he was covered in sweat.

There was no air conditioning in the room, and the windows were not opened to prevent damp air from getting in, so the room was very stuffy.

With Ms. Yukino around, he couldn't very well call out the Snow Woman to dehumidify the area, otherwise the sudden drop in temperature would attract attention and scare ordinary people.

Although he felt that Ms. Yukino was no ordinary person.

He couldn't make things up without evidence unless he could find out more about Miss Yukino.

Returning to school with an umbrella, I saw colorful umbrellas everywhere on the school path as I entered the school gate. At the same time, a group of boys wearing baseball caps and chanting slogans were training in the rain.

The Koshien preliminary rounds will be in July.

The baseball-playing boys have begun their intensive training, rain or shine and without rest during holidays.

Even though they are 100% unlikely to make it to Koshien.

But this person's persistence is still admirable.

Fujiwara Izaya recalled that saying again: When you talk about high school life, it's rosy; when you talk about rosy, you think of high school life.

Compared to his energy-saving awareness, the baseball boys are the ones who truly live in the rosy glow of high school!

A salute to youth!

Holding an umbrella in one hand, Fujiwara Izaya raised his other hand in salute.

The rosy high school life had nothing to do with him; he was just an observer. In his three years of high school, he was destined not to leave anything worth remembering for a lifetime... Thinking this, Fujiwara Izaya calmly returned to the classroom to prepare for class.

The same day repeats itself endlessly.

If you don't leave a crease somewhere, you might get the illusion that there's any difference between yesterday and today.

Fujiwara Izaya had almost forgotten what he did yesterday and the day before.

The rain in June comes and goes quickly.

Around noon, the weather cleared up. Fujiwara Izaya finished his lunch and was heading to the club activity room for a nap when he ran into Kasahara Asuka in the elevated corridor.

She was discussing something with Masami Koike when she saw him and skipped and hopped all the way over.

"Senior, where are you going?" she asked.

"Club activity room".

Kasahara Asuka clenched her fist and rested it on her chin, tilting her head at an adorable angle: "Going to take a nap with my senpai?"

"..." Fujiwara Izaya suddenly wanted to punch her on the head.

"Don't go to places like that," Kasahara Asuka reached out her small hand, grabbed his sleeve, and pulled him toward the school gate without hesitation. "Let's go have lunch with Asuka!"

"I've already eaten..."

"What does it matter? Let's eat it again."

And so, Fujiwara Rinya was dragged to a family-run restaurant near the school gate and forced to eat with her. Koike Masami followed, and after sitting down by the window, the two girls ordered matcha sundaes and curry rice, while Fujiwara Rinya ordered a cup of coffee.

While waiting for the waiter to bring the food, he hesitated for a moment and said, "Ikeda hasn't eaten anything either. Shall I call him out?"

Masami Koike had no objections, while Asuka Kasahara's eyes darted around a few times before she picked up her phone, chuckling to herself as she texted someone.

Fujiwara Izaya felt that she must have some kind of conspiracy.

As it turned out, his hunch was right.

Not long after, while I was staring blankly out the window at the sun-baked road, I heard a familiar sound of footsteps behind me.

This is……

Fujiwara Izaya turned around in disbelief.

The senior student, with her long, beautiful legs accentuated by black stockings beneath her pleated skirt, stood out strikingly in the summer heat.

"I must be missing my senior too much..." Fujiwara Izaya murmured as he turned around, staring at the wood grain of the table, which seemed particularly beautiful today.

"Hehe~"

Kasahara Asuka's lips curled into her signature erotic smile.

She was originally sitting across from Fujiwara Izaya at the opposite table, but after Hoshimi Rinko arrived, she squeezed next to Fujiwara Izaya and took the window seat. Hoshimi Rinko gave her a meaningful look at her provocative smile, then sat down on the other side of Fujiwara Izaya, next to the aisle, with a cold laugh.

This family-run restaurant is right at the school gate, and many students who don't want to eat in the cafeteria eat here for lunch. At first glance, it's packed with students wearing Kitagawa school uniforms. Fujiwara Izaya, sandwiched between upperclassmen and underclassmen, suddenly became the center of attention.

"Senior~"

A sticky, cloying sound drifted from the junior's mouth.

Fujiwara Izaya turned his head to look over, his orange bangs falling gently, half-covering his big, bright eyes, his slightly parted lips trembling, and a constant stream of warm breath blowing on his face.

"Are you happy?" Kasahara Asuka gently placed her soft, delicate hand on his shoulder. "Knowing that you're close to your Hoshimi-senpai, Asuka specially invited her out to keep you company."

The ambiguous posture drew envious glances from the students.

Her ambiguous words also led many people to speculate: was this considered openly having two relationships at the same time?

Only Fujiwara Izaya, who was in the middle, understood the pain involved.

Because Hoshimi Rinko had already stepped on his shoe. Not only that, her beautiful eyes shifted to the far left of her eye socket, giving her junior a disdainful look.

"Why isn't Ikeda here yet...?"

Fujiwara Izaya looked anxiously at the door. Even though the restaurant had air conditioning on, he was sweating profusely.

Not long after, the young monk, busy preparing for his exams, came in carrying thick stacks of study materials and pens. However, as soon as he sat down, before Fujiwara Izaya could even breathe a sigh of relief, Koike Masami grabbed him and pulled him to his feet, saying she was going to get a drink, but in reality, she was leaving Fujiwara Izaya to suffer alone.

Before leaving, she smiled at Fujiwara Izaya.

"Don't get killed by the woodcutter, you two-timing boy..." That's what Fujiwara Izaya understood it to mean.

Forget it.

Fujiwara Izaya gave up.