The azure sea, but a lonely, fulfilled life.

The thought of having a chance to get revenge made her feel good, and even the sharp angles on her face softened a bit. This made those who were watching her from the sidelines sigh with admiration. Kohei was actually right about one thing: girls who don't like to smile really have a unique charm when they do smile, except for a certain girl named Hinata.

"Chisa!!!"

Oh no! I was so focused on how to get revenge that I got distracted!

As the world before Chisa's eyes gradually became clearer, she frowned slightly and looked toward the source of the sound. What had they done now?

"Just do it!"

Somewhere offstage, a group of naked men wearing only their underwear were posing. Each of them exuded an aura of anxiety. The three leading men waved a banner with a red cloth underneath, which read "[We love Chisa]".

Seeing this scene, she felt nothing, and even wanted to laugh a little, especially when she saw the person in the middle of the three who had been stripped of his shirt and pants and was covering his face with his hands. She couldn't help but twitch her lips.

Where did this inexplicably discordant and goofy feeling come from...?

"Under the outdoor stage"

Gazing at Chisa's unmoving facial expression, Juryujiro tilted his head towards Kohei: "Not ashamed at all."

"It's really strange. In a normal plot development, she should be too shy to look this way and say with a coquettish indignation, 'Why are you all acting like this?'" Kohei also felt it was a bit strange; this person didn't play by the rules.

"Is it possible that she's seen you naked so many times that she's become indifferent?"

Hachiman gritted his teeth and put down the banner. These guys were playing word games with him! He said he had to wear something on his lower body, but all he got was underwear!

"In that case, there's only one last method left." Kohei's eyes sharpened.

"What method?" Iori asked, connecting to the call bar.

"Today's clothing."

"Okay, so you want to lift my skirt?"

"Hmph, you don't even need to say a word."

"Besides communicating via brainwaves, you guys can even communicate telepathically!"

Hachiman was increasingly impressed by the two of them; he realized that one person could come up with all sorts of inexplicable things just to mess with another.

"But how do we do it? We can't just run up on stage and try to overturn it, can we? We'd probably get kicked down by Chisa before we even get close."

Iori was a little troubled. He knew that the other person had been practicing karate since childhood, and his current level was at least brown belt, if not black belt.

Kohei remained silent, only taking out the Lala Bomb Ball he had just won in the lottery from his pocket. He could accept this sacrifice in order to win the prize money.

"A bouncy ball? I see. So you're going to throw it at Chisa's feet? But she'll definitely suffer a terrible fate afterward."

Iori understood what he meant, but he was still a little hesitant. After all, if this were to be investigated, the person who threw the ball would definitely be executed.

Thinking this, he patted Hachiman on the shoulder with a solemn expression: "I may never see you in your whole form again, but don't worry, I will try my best to piece you together and help you fulfill your last wish."

"Why did you decide that I should be the one to throw it away? And why are you so sure that my last wish is to find my other bodies and bury them? If I were to meet with misfortune one day, my last wish would definitely be to drag you both into hell as well."

But he might go to heaven, after all, he was a truly virtuous man. Who else could do such a great act of kindness as getting hit by a car for a dog?

This kind of thankless and brainless thing was probably something only someone whose brain hadn't fully developed back then would have done. Thinking about it now, it was really not worth it at all. What if he hadn't gone to the other world after being hit by a car? Wouldn't that have been the end of the world?

If he could, he would like to travel to another world, shine brightly, and then return to the theater to live a peaceful life and become a legend.

"I see, so you're a proponent of cremation."

Iori looked at her palm and suddenly realized.

"I'm a fan of egg yolk pie! Besides, why can't we throw them all away? She can't possibly hold everyone accountable, can she?"

"Okay! Kohei, Hachiman has agreed to throw it away!"

"Ok?"

The broken windows theory, right?

Clutching the bouncy ball that had been forcibly shoved into his hand, Hachiman's eyes were bloodshot. These brats, afraid that he would refuse again, had first used a plan that he would never agree to soften him up, so that he would definitely agree to the subsequent choices. When did they become so smart?

Oh well, whatever. Just toss them around. We can just use his bad aim as an excuse to throw all the balls away.

"Okay, three! two! one!"

Hachiman held the bouncy ball high and threw it towards the corner of the stage.

The ball was flying in mid-air, about to fall to the ground, when suddenly another ball flew by and collided with it. Under the pull of this collision, his ball flew to Chisa's feet and successfully landed and bounced up, lifting her skirt up.

"what?"

Hachiman turned around abruptly and saw Iori holding a bouncy ball, accusing him in a preemptive manner: "Your aim is terrible! How did you manage to hit my ball?!"

Seeing his indignant expression, Hachiman couldn't tell if he did it on purpose or if he just wanted to throw the ball around casually like him, which just happened to cause a misunderstanding.

"But the results are quite good."

Kohei pointed to Chisa on the stage, who was covering her skirt, with her legs slightly together and her cheeks flushed: "Continue."

If that's the case, then use less force.

Hachiman clenched his fist, adjusted the force, and threw the ball again. Two seconds later, Chisa's skirt was lifted up again, revealing her slender, fair legs.

"Damn, I was thinking that if I used too much force, I could fly right out!"

Seeing Iori trying to argue again, Hachiman refused to believe him this time and said bluntly, "You throw it first this time."

This is already very bad. Chisa's eyes are staring at him fiercely, as if she wants to kill him. If this continues, he will really be drowned in the Izu Sea.

"OK, no problem!"

Iori took the ball out of her pocket and threw it straight to Chisa's feet. The audience cheered wildly. Someone's film had been used up, and after the new film was put on, it was like a machine gun firing, with a constant clicking sound.

"I didn't know you had such good ball control skills."

"Yes, thanks to the preparations I made on the ball."

Iori gave a thumbs up, revealing a bright smile and a set of white teeth.

Prepare? What preparation?

Hachiman turned to look at the stage and saw Chisa staring at him with tears in her eyes. She held a bouncy ball in her hand, and above the ball was the number "8" written in watercolor.

How could he not understand the current situation?

Hachiman felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar; cold sweat instantly streamed down his forehead. He had been tricked after all!

……

Why don't you run?

Iori looked at Hachiman, who was sitting peacefully on the lawn, and asked.

"If the King of Hell wants me to die at dawn, why keep me alive until midnight? Since things have come to this, I might as well finish reading and call it a day."

Hachiman waved his hand, his mind racing as he calculated how to escape this calamity.

"Were the other two eaten by dogs?" Kohei asked.

"Yes, it was eaten by you two vicious dogs."

"Please welcome the next contestant. Please introduce your name and the name of your club."

“My name is Ochiai Sengen, and I come from the Occult Research Club…”

What? ! !

Snapping out of his thoughts, Hachiman stared blankly at the girl on the stage, who was pursing her lips and looking uneasy.

Paranormal Research Club? How did she end up joining that club?

"What's wrong, Hachiman? Do you know her?"

"Yes, friend."

He had barely finished speaking when Iori and the other man grabbed him by the collar. Their faces were grim, and they all wore expressions of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"How many beautiful girls do you have as friends?! Unbelievable!"

"You're the one who's all about being in a good place! Where's my salt?! Where's my salt?!"

"Calm down, it's not much."

There are only about seventy, eighty, ninety... or so, not a lot.

Everyone has that! It's impossible for someone to only have their mother around them when they get to college! It's perfectly normal!

While arguing, Hachiman suddenly sensed a strong gaze. He glanced over and saw the girl on the stage staring intently at him.

He blinked and gave her a thumbs-up, signaling her to keep it up.

"Kouhei, he's openly flirting with girls right in front of us! Was that a wink just now? It was a wink!"

"This man deserves to be killed, Iori."

The two men practiced their punches and kicks, letting out cackling laughter.

"In that case, let him sink into the Ganges."

"No, no, no, I think it's best to just throw it in the sewer by the roadside."

"...What outrageous criminal quotes are you two spouting?"

If this were written in an essay, it would definitely earn a friendly but firm punch from the Chinese language teacher.

Chapter 41: Activating Invincible Requires Sacrifice as a Prerequisite

Life is full of choices, and without exception, they are all difficult to let go of. Being strong is a kind of courage, while retreating is not only not a kind of rationality.

Hiding in the bushes, Hachiman listened intently as the clattering sound of the metal baseball bat scraping the ground faded into the distance. He breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the two people beside him, who were trying not to laugh, feeling rather speechless.

What kind of expressions are those on your faces?!

"Oh, it's nothing. I just didn't expect you to be so nonchalant just now, but now you're cowering here. It's kind of funny."

The two of them talked while bursting into barely suppressed laughter.

"Let me make one thing clear beforehand: I'm not being cowardly; I just have a lot of respect for women."

Just kidding. Even though I know Chisa couldn't actually hit him in the head with a baseball bat, I just want to ask anyone, when you see someone carrying a controlled weapon walking towards you with a grumpy look on their face, do you run away or not?

Humans know how to avoid danger and seek good fortune in order to survive! This is the experience he learned through blood and tears during his troublesome three years of high school!

"Yes, yes, we understand."

The two of them, with expressions that said, "I'll believe whatever you say, whether you really believe it or not is none of your business," spoke in unison.

As Hachiman watched the two of them, he felt an irresistible urge to punch them. Although he was a complete weakling, after several days of consistent morning runs, he felt that he was a bit stronger than before.

For example, he can now clearly hear rustling sounds coming from his ears, especially from behind Gengping.

Why are you backing away?

While chatting with Iori, Kohei noticed that Hachiman had moved back a little, which was a bit strange. If he moved back even a little further, the grass wouldn't be able to cover him anymore, and he would be easily discovered.

Just then, the rustling sound became more and more obvious, and even the relatively slow-witted Kohei noticed it. He turned around and looked at the source of the sound, only to see a pair of arms suddenly reaching out from the bushes and grabbing his shoulders.

"Holy crap! What is that?! A bush spirit?!"

Kohei suddenly broke free and jumped back a few steps with Iori, staring at the gap in the bushes. A moment later, a very familiar face appeared in front of the three of them.

The foundation on her face was so thick it could block a mosquito's mouthparts, and the garish blush was enough to make one frown. Add to that a pair of garish Barbie pink lips, and from any angle, this was an unconventional look.

This person looks like a tennis player participating in a women's beauty pageant. Hachiman breathed a sigh of relief; at least it wasn't Chisa.

"Go ahead and date me, you little rascal."

"what?"

Just as he was feeling relieved, Kohei encountered a considerable problem. He stared at the corpse-like monster in front of him, dumbfounded. What was going on? Had he been confessed to?

"Any questions?"

"This is very suspicious! Who are you? We don't even know each other's names."

"Yoshihara Aina, a first-year student at Qinghai Women's University, is that alright?"

"Where is it okay now...?"

What's with this strange atmosphere? Hachiman and Iori exchanged a glance, smiled, and got up to leave.

Congratulations, Kohei! I wish you eternal happiness.

To express the brotherly bond, Iori spoke sincerely to Kohei.