You say this is a love game?

"Where's the exorcist?"

"Where is the Yajima family that manages the spiritual veins?"

"Aren't they the 'lords' of Night Light City? Why don't they come out and clean up the mess?"

"Besides, how could there be such a strange story at Yami High School...isn't that the Yajima family's territory?"

Shuten just listened, staring absentmindedly into the distance.

Miyamizu Inaba didn't want to pay attention to Shuten just now, but now she could only nudge her lightly with her arm, signaling the old woman to help analyze the matter quickly.

Shuten is one of the three legendary demon kings and knows many secrets that ordinary people cannot imagine.

In response, Shuten just drank calmly: "Don't make a noise, I'm thinking about the handsome boy."

Miyamizu Inaba: "Huh?"

"That handsome boy called 'Mizutani Makoto' just now, don't you think he's really good-looking?"

"...Let's get down to business."

"This is business. Tell me, have you heard the story of Yugong moving the mountains?"

"what?"

“What one person cannot accomplish, his descendants will be able to accomplish endlessly.”

Shuten shook his head with emotion.

"You want to expel all the monsters from this world, right? This time I won't tell you how naive your idea is. Let's talk about something practical..."

"Even though you have my blood now, making you half-human, half-ghost, I estimate your lifespan to be no more than two hundred years. You'll eventually face old age and death. So why not find a partner with good genes while you're still young, have more children, and then leave your career to them in the future?"

Miyamizu Inaba:?

Do you want to think about how old I am now?

The girl's face looked as ugly as if she had eaten a fly, and soon turned into a vague anger.

"Don't go crazy here!"

"Don't worry, I'm just telling you that this handsome boy is not simple."

"...Ah? Mizutani-senpai? What happened to him?"

"You idiot, he smells like a fox... Never mind, you're not a true ghost, so it's not your fault if you can't sense it. Anyway, be good and listen to the adults more from now on. This is all based on experience."

Shuten stood on tiptoe and touched Miyamizu Inaba's head with a regretful expression on his face.

"fox?"

"Inari God... Oh, that's not quite right. It should be Inari Daimyojin, Kurai Ina Soul-Ming."

Shuten-doji, the former demon of Mount Oe, showed a look of deep fear.

"That handsome boy is probably someone favored by the gods."

"?"

Chapter 105: Love Activities Club and Her Wishes.

on Monday.

In the afternoon, Mizutani Makoto finished his English class, and the entire class of boys and girls started rushing to the gymnasium to change their clothes and prepare for physical education class.

Let me tell you a piece of hot knowledge.

Thanks to the class-dividing system of "happy education," Japanese high school curriculums often include arrangements that are incomprehensible to students from older Chinese families.

For example, Mizutani Makoto only has six classes a day.

For example, he has only 30 classes a week, and he has to exclude music, art, calligraphy, home economics, health care, information (computer) and other courses that are just for passing the time, and if he adds three physical education classes a week, his days at school are simply the best.

How many main courses do we have in a week?

However, if it is so cool, then it is natural to pay the price - under this kind of course arrangement, if you don’t go to cram school after school and don’t study hard when you get home, you basically have no chance of "going to college".

On the way, Kubo Shinji was surprised: "But Seiko, you don't go to cram school either."

Mizutani Makoto could only shake his head. "That's because your godfather is incredibly gifted. He'll be spinning like a top again when he gets home... But I don't think he'll be able to handle it in his second or third year of high school. Then I'll have to consider enrolling him in cram school."

What a damn capitalist society, what a damn academic monopoly, the schools here don’t even teach all the test points!

If you don't sign up for cram school, you won't even have a clear idea of ​​what the exam will test. In the exam room, others are driving Gundams and sweeping the battlefield, but you are just like Ip Man fighting an interstellar war with his bare hands, drawing your sword and looking around in confusion.

Men's locker room.

When Mizutani Makoto took off his clothes, he saw Kubo Shinji coming up to him and staring at his muscular upper body in amazement.

"Have you taken medicine?"

Mizutani Makoto's face immediately turned red.

Angry.

Why are there people questioning my efforts and sweat?

"What do you mean by spraying pesticides? This is my natural talent. I've been training very hard these days, okay?"

Since May, Mizutani Makoto's basic attributes have been greatly improved. His strength has directly reached 10, and his physical strength has also increased accordingly. These changes in values ​​are reflected in his body, which makes him more muscular.

This direction is not the bulging muscles of a bodybuilding giant, but is more in line with the aesthetics of ordinary people, like the strong and beautiful muscle lines of a swimmer. The whole person is full of a lion-like power and beauty that makes people unable to take their eyes off.

Moderate fitness attracts the opposite sex, while excessive fitness attracts the same sex.

As Kubo Shinji started filming, this tiny place was immediately crowded with randomly refreshed bloodthirsty crowds. After seeing someone's beautiful muscle lines full of effort and sweat, they all gasped.

"I'm willing to admit defeat."

"Bad news from the bodybuilding world."

"What kind of medicine did you use? It's so powerful?"

But joking aside, Mizutani Makoto's changes are actually gradual. Although the speed of progress is a bit fast, after all, watching him grow stronger day by day, it subtly feels quite reasonable.

Mizutani Makoto felt that he was surrounded by big men, so he suddenly raised his arms and pushed away these beasts who were either familiar or just ordinary friends.

From April 1st to June 17th now, the students in this class have almost gotten used to each other.

As for the girls, there was the incident involving Mai Yajima and Rika Nishimura a while ago. The atmosphere is quite delicate and it is still unknown what the future situation will be like.

But the atmosphere on the boys' side was quite different. A privileged student body had its advantages. Among this class of students, who were either wealthy or academically gifted, the bullying typical of a typical public high school was rare. The result was that everyone in their class got along well. While there were cliques, that was perfectly normal; it was simply the difference between close friends and acquaintances.

Makoto Mizutani can also get along well with boys and they have particularly friendly relationships.

After changing into a sportswear set with short sleeves and shorts, the physical education class began.

The afternoon physical education class is scheduled after the English class and is the last class before school is over.

A typical oriental campus architectural style, the cast iron railings with cherry blossom patterns emit a hazy glow under the scorching sun.

It was the transition between spring and summer, and the weather was hot. After running, Makoto Mizutani sat under the shade of a tree, his back pressed against the cool concrete steps, listening to the cicadas chirping in the shade of the camphor tree to warm up the summer.

With his current physical condition, a 1,000-meter endurance run would be a piece of cake for him, but sweating, in addition to high-intensity exercise, is also affected by the weather.

Under the sun, Makoto Mizutani inevitably sweated profusely.

"Prepare!"

The whistle startled a flock of white-necked crows.

Mizutani Makoto looked towards the playground.

The glass curtain wall on the east side of the playground refracted the sunlight into swimming goldfish, and the rippling light swam through the navy blue sweatpants of the girls who were lining up. The youth that all the office workers admired and envied was flying freely before his eyes - in the form of these damn below-the-knee shorts.

Alas, my poor Bloomer is so short that it only reaches my thighs and just outlines my buttocks!

Along with the hearts of a generation of otakus, they died in the last year of the Heisei era. From then on, the women's sportswear that can be seen on Japanese campuses are all knee-length shorts.

Three seconds of silence.

In the steaming heat of the plastic track, a dozen girls formed echelons. The short-haired girl at the front looked like a little cheetah, her navy blue sweatpants were blown close to her thighs by the wind, leaving the second place behind by a full half lap.

One can't help but sigh - this main player of the track and field team is really working too hard!

In sharp contrast are the girls at the end of the team. These girls are the group that never miss out. After running a symbolic lap, they put their hands on their hips and changed from running to walking. Running turned into strolling. The price they paid was that the physical education teacher turned into a Shura demon, and the ferocious look on his face became increasingly difficult to conceal.

In this queue, Mizutani Makoto saw two familiar figures.

Akemi Ohta, Tsubaki Yokoi.

Although they are good friends of the four, Rika Nishimura and Eri Ono don't care about friendship at all when they are running. Now they are keeping pace and following in the middle team, and Mai Yajima is also prominently listed.

He was also mainly looking at Mai Yajima.

This is an endurance race for high school students, divided into male and female groups.

The rules are the same as back home: the men's race is 1,000 meters, and the women's race is 800 meters.

Adhering to the gentlemanly spirit of giving priority to ladies in good fortune and men in trouble, Mizutani Makoto, along with his fellow sufferers, was first trained by Big Brother Sun until he was sweating all over. After playing a deathrattle of "No one can escape!", he hurriedly found a shady place to rest.

There are a lot of things to do at this time, such as chatting about which girl on the track has the most beautiful legs, and then talking about which game has become a hit recently. Some people even started the usual betting. Mizutani Makoto looked closely and found that there were only a few familiar faces betting.

To be honest, this bet is meaningless.

The big players of the track and field team are all standing on the field, so how can these scoundrels have the right to act so recklessly?

Mizutani Makoto remained silent.

Mizutani Makoto, motionless.

If we were to ask people when they are most lifeless and empty of themselves, then Makoto Mizutani would definitely vote for the option of "finding a place to rest after running and sweating profusely". Based on his personal experience, this is no joke. Anyone who dares to object will be kicked down to run a few more laps.

This state... feels good, but also not good.

"Hey, hey, Makoto—"

Makoto Mizutani was unable to continue expressing his feelings as his friend Shinji Kubo, who was sitting next to him, shook his shoulders vigorously, interrupting his thoughts.

"Let the fart go."

Mizutani Makoto said with disdain.

He slapped Kubo Shinji's hand away for no other reason than it was dirty and covered in sweat.

The June sun hadn't reached its scorching peak yet, but after the men's 1,000-meter run, their sportswear was sticking to their chests and backs, and they were as wet as drowned rats.

Shinji Kubo was made successful due to overwork, while Makoto Mizutani was made successful due to being exposed to the sun.

The wind blew and it felt much cooler.

"Did you see that just now?"

Kubo Shinji looked serious, and Mizutani Makoto thought he had something serious to say, but he only heard him say seriously: "According to my keen intuition, before the girls' team started running, it seemed that someone was peeking at us..."

Shinji Kubo sat next to him. The boy's restless mind was as hot as the warm wind blowing on his face, which made Mizutani Makoto's mouth twitch.

Kubo Shinji: "Tell me, is there a possibility..."

Mizutani Makoto interrupted the spell: "Are you hysterical?"

Kubo Shinji immediately rolled his eyes and snorted softly.

Mizutani Makoto put the Coke can on the tip of his red ear, and then he heard him say: "Maybe she likes me..."

Mizutani Makoto was startled, and the corners of his mouth trembled several times before he managed to tighten his mouth.

Batman's archenemy moves from Gotham?

But it's rare for a brother to have such a dream. Even if we can't encourage him, at least we can't discourage him, right?

Mizutani Makoto looked up again.

The playground was shrouded in heat, and the girls' navy blue trouser legs were shaking.

Among them, there was a figure that attracted attention. The person was wandering in the middle, wearing a white sports headband, which made his bangs slightly curled up, and his forehead underneath was also covered by the headband.

This girl, her whole body has a flawless whiteness, just like white porcelain, which can sting his eyes even from dozens of meters away.

Look at their youth!

In fact, Mai Yajima quite fits his ideal type... big breasts, long legs, a nice butt, and a pretty face. She is a perfect beautiful girl no matter how you look at her.

It's just that I have a love brain, which is really scary.

While sighing, he subconsciously asked the person next to him: "Who were you just talking about?"