I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"I don't gain weight."

"Damn it, you're showing off to me."

"I'm just showing off. If you don't like it, try eating as much as me and see if you get as fat as a ball."

Listening to the two bickering, Fujiwara Izaya leisurely sipped his milk tea, his gaze passing through the wet glass as he looked down at the Shinjuku sky.

Mrs. Kasahara, who had been mocked, glanced at Hoshino and noticed her slightly heaving chest.

"If it's something that won't make you gain weight, then I'd rather not have it." With a haughty and sarcastic remark, this woman, standing at the pinnacle of power, leaned back in her chair and placed the milk tea cup on her chest.

While sipping her milk tea, she stretched out her arms and said contentedly, "Double..."

"Finally, I'm free! That's great!"

Vulgar... Fujiwara Izaya didn't even glance at it.

Vulgar... Mrs. Hoshimi also kept her eyes straight ahead, but instead of looking at Mrs. Kasahara's chest, she looked at the milk tea cup in her hand.

Mrs. Kasahara looked at her old rival and best friend with a smile: "Don't you dare to take the challenge?"

"..."

Mrs. Hoshimi was so angry that her chest heaved.

The curve that suddenly swelled up seemed much larger than usual. Looking at the pleasing waves, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly felt that it wouldn't be a bad thing to tease his senior a few more times, at least it could help him get bigger breasts.

After finishing their milk tea, the three continued their raid on Shinjuku.

Barbecue tools, beach camping tents, diving equipment, musical instruments such as guitars, violins, and saxophones, drawing boards, paintbrushes, paints, and all sorts of expensive ingredients were packed up and sent home... After browsing through store after store, Fujiwara Rinya suspected that the two of them were not going to Nanyindou for a vacation, but were preparing to move.

Chapter 120. The Little Devil Junior Won't Let the Scumbag Senior Off the Hook Even in the Car

The rain stopped the next morning.

The sun hadn't come out yet, and the sky was somewhat overcast.

Fujiwara Rin was also awakened by the heat.

Tokyo summers are unbearably hot, and with no air conditioning in the room, he desperately misses the Snowball brand automatic cooling device.

I checked the time on my phone; it was 8:40 AM. I decided not to stay in bed any longer. Going for a morning run was out of the question, so I grabbed my clothes, took a shower, and immediately felt refreshed.

it is good!

On July 12, 2020, I had just taken a shower and felt happy and beautiful.

Today we should love and work!

Fujiwara Izaya pulled out a 5 yen coin.

Heads out, he'll go busking; tails out, he'll sell paintings; if the coin lands on its edge, he'll go back to China and lead the Chinese men's football team to the 2022 Qatar World Cup.

He tossed a coin in his hand.

"boom--"

A crisp sound rang out.

reverse side.

The miracle did not happen.

Fujiwara Izaya carried his easel downstairs.

I'm going out.

"Okay, be careful and come back early tonight."

As Ms. Yukino's sweet and friendly voice rang out, Fujiwara Izaya, carrying his drawing board, left the Lemon noodle shop, which only had one customer.

Forty-five minutes later, he appeared in front of Shinjuku Station Plaza, drawing portraits for people.

As the world's largest train station, Shinjuku Station is always bustling with traffic, office workers in formal attire going to and from get off work or running errands, rows of shops, and screens displaying various information.

Fujiwara Izaya chose a shady spot under a tree and set up his easel.

Next door to him, a poor band was improvising with wooden buckets and pots and pans; further away, someone was playing a solo on an old guitar.

Fujiwara Izaya suddenly missed the secondhand Yamaha guitar he sold at the flea market, but unfortunately it had already been smashed.

After a while, a girl with a violin sat down next to him.

In the past, Fujiwara Rinya often came back here on weekends to set up a drawing stall and became familiar with many of the young people who worked part-time here. For example, this young girl was a university student from Waseda University, with a pair of clear eyes as captivating as a deer's.

"It's been so long since Fujiwara-kun came," she greeted Fujiwara Izaya with a smile.

"I've been busy with renovations lately." Fujiwara Izaya held a paintbrush in his hand, casually twirling it between his fingertips.

The female college student then asked, "Want to go out and have some fun tonight?"

“Tonight? No…” Fujiwara Izaya turned around and smiled at her, “I’m going to take a stroll around the Asakusa shoe district after I close up shop.”

"Shoe-making street?"

"I plan to become a shoemaker in the future."

"Haha... Fujiwara-kun is really great. You always seem as cheerful as a clear sky, and you're always so focused on whatever you're doing..."

Little deer, you're wrong.

People tend to have exaggerated and distorted ideas about things they don't understand. If you knew me, you'd probably spit on me... Fujiwara shrugged and turned his gaze to the first customer standing in front of the stall.

A woman in her late twenties, tall with large, dark eyes.

She wore a white round-neck shirt and a navy blue midi skirt. Neither piece of clothing was particularly high-end or stylish; they were just ordinary clothes sold in the nearby shopping mall.

However, she is good-looking, with long legs, a slim waist, and attractive skin.

Her beautiful hair cascaded down, as black and shiny as a pencil lead.

With a beautiful woman in front of him, Fujiwara Izaya focused intently on his painting.

Purely from a labor perspective, portrait painting is a fairly easy job. Once you grasp the essentials, painting many portraits is simply a repetition of the same process. In Fujiwara Izaya's style, a portrait can be painted in fifteen minutes, and the fee is 5000 yen.

He sets up a stall in front of Shinjuku Station every weekend and has gained a small reputation over the course of a year. Many people wait for him there to take photos with him and try to take advantage of him by putting their arms around his waist.

Ugh……

Life is hard, so they resort to sex to amuse themselves.

He didn't earn much money from painting, but he didn't really like the constant fighting and killing. In his free time when he wasn't exorcising spirits, he would do things that could calm his mind and soothe his soul.

For example, painting, playing the piano, fishing, etc.

His favorite activity was fishing, but he couldn't make money from it, so he could only spare one afternoon a month to go fishing... and he almost always came back empty-handed.

Half an hour later, the work was completed.

The drawing is quite good; the overall level is top-notch.

The woman stared at the painting for a long time, then said casually, "You were very focused just now."

“Of course, we must take our work seriously,” Fujiwara Izaya replied.

The woman asked with a hint of curiosity, "Work?"

"Yes, in my opinion, part-time work is equivalent to a full-time job."

"Besides that, are there any other jobs?"

"nature."

Because of the money, Fujiwara Izaya talked to her a few more times and told her all about his part-time jobs.

"Won't doing so many chores affect your main job?" the woman asked curiously.

“There is no such thing as impact,” Fujiwara Izaya replied seriously. “Whether it’s busking, painting, mowing the lawn, or unclogging the toilet, in my opinion, they are all ways to achieve perfection, and they are consistent with my goal.”

"Perfect?"

"The perfection of the self."

Upon hearing this answer, the woman smiled slightly.

"We'll see each other again soon."

After saying that, she took the painting and left in her high heels.

"Hey, stop right there!" Fujiwara Izaya quickly stood up and yelled at her, "Miss, you haven't paid yet, don't try to get something for free!"

! ”

"I'll definitely do it next time."

The woman waved her hand with her back to him.

Then, her body dissolved into the air like ice melting in water, disappearing completely.

The change was so sudden that Fujiwara Izaya couldn't tell whether she was using Shinto magic or sorcery, and there was no trace of divine or sorcery left in the air.

Buddhism, huh...

Fujiwara Rin didn't delve into it either.

Could she be a nun?

Even if she's a nun, she can't just take advantage of me for free!

So, you Buddhists and Taoists have run out of monks? Do you need to come to the Taoist priesthood to patronize their officials?

In the bustling Shinjuku Station plaza, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly felt a pang of sadness. The people in the big city were too indifferent; no matter how many people were around him, they couldn't offer him any warmth.

Chilling!

Will this world ever get better?

He was just a simple boy from the mountains of Nagano Prefecture, why was he treated like this?

Even if he's toyed with emotionally and physically by Tokyo women, he'd rather not be taken advantage of by them for free!

"Hey, handsome, wanna go to a coffee shop together?"

He heard a voice trying to flirt with her from the side. Fujiwara Izaya looked over and saw a woman in her early twenties wearing a short skirt with her legs completely exposed. Her appearance was only passable, much worse than the woman who had just taken advantage of him.

“I’m still a high school student,” he replied.