The social phobia substitute will not dream of the band girl

Pingxin was halfway through his words when Enka gave him a cold look. He was just reasoning seriously but was accused of it. Shouldn't he say what he meant at a time like this?

In comparison, Asakura Toru's expression was more subtle. She no longer had the relaxed smile she always had on her face. Instead, she looked away as if she was thinking about something. Normally, she is not someone who would "escape".

"But the strongest evidence is the lack of a necessary 'connection' between the two hands... Simply put, when I tease one hand, the other doesn't react at all. This doesn't make sense at all."

Is this your excuse for playing with a girl's hands in front of a group of people?

Fujiwara Daisuke didn't understand, but he was deeply shocked.

Are young people so open-minded nowadays?

Then I saw Higuchi Enka simply folding her arms across her chest and closing her eyes, as if she didn't want to see anything. And Asakura Toru also looked utterly lost, not saying a word.

So whose hand was played just now?

No, considering Ping Xin's usual "rigorousness" in doing things, could it be that they are two of the same kind?

Fukumaru Koito felt something was wrong but couldn't put it into words, while Ichikawa Hina covered her mouth and giggled, her eyes rolling around as if she was thinking about something.

"Ahem... My dear, are these also your 'friends'?"

Chapter 36 Mom's Dad

"I have few friends, but a large harem." Ping Xin naturally couldn't answer like that. Well, at least for him right now, the number of friends was greater. He had always been a serious person, and he was definitely not a coward.

"They are the ones I'm waiting for."

Hiranobu cleverly avoided the word "friend". After all, according to his experience, women are usually not very careful when talking about sex, and his second girlfriend Higuchi Enka might be even smaller.

"Apart from the twenty or so people who just went in, how many 'friends' do you have?" Even an experienced old man can be surprised sometimes. The funny things that happened more than ten years ago also made him lively again after a long time.

"Not many, maybe... there are still about ten people who haven't come yet?"

Enka didn't understand, but that didn't stop her from raising an eyebrow. She now understood the principle of "don't be nice to Hirayukoshi, or he'll just take advantage of you." Even though she couldn't always seize the initiative at crucial moments, there were still fundamental rules to follow when giving things away, right?

Even a perverted knight knows that yelling "Goo-sha" in front of orcs, goblins, and trolls is too boring and unethical. If the man gets bored, he'll definitely escalate the provocation, so it's better to raise the bar from the beginning. This is the lesson Enka learned from her experience.

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"..."

Fujiwara no Daisuke didn't understand, but he was deeply shocked. This wasn't some famous horse from the East, but a magical horse that could fly, and it was also the stallion smiling before him.

It's quite surreal, and the people around me didn't even react. Is this kind of thing no longer a big deal to young people?! ? ?

He didn't understand, but he tried not to act too shocked.

"Hurry up and go in. There's a huge group of miko cosplay going on inside. I'm counting on you to help keep an eye on Mom, otherwise my dad will really go crazy."

Normally, people see Ping Xin's mother as a very gentle and kind person, but this is the result of a distance filter. In fact, sometimes she is quite naughty and willful, and she will never let go of the things she likes, which is especially like a child.

Pingheng had been a withdrawn child and didn't like to talk to people. Although his wife and his friends had helped him become more withdrawn, he was still a bit quiet. If he didn't speak, no one would be able to stop him. It would be fine if it was normal, but it was definitely not possible recently because Fujiwara Kanon was very keen on discovering potential daughters-in-law.

"okay."

"Ahaha~Miko Mama~?"

"Is everyone there?"

"...Why do I have to do this?"

"Okay, I'll leave it to you guys then. Come on~"

Ignoring Enka's usual protestations, Hirashin sent the four of them into an inner area inaccessible to ordinary tourists, then turned around and returned to their original position.

"Oh, old man, what a coincidence."

What's so coincidental? I've been standing here without moving, but you, little brat, are so active!

"...Boy, although I don't know who you are yet, I would like to call you the strongest in this regard." Fujiwara Daisuke crossed his arms across his chest, and with the temperament he had cultivated over the years, he still looked like a master, and you could tell by what he said.

"No, no, it's you, the old senior, who has an extraordinary demeanor. I wonder if you have any advice for me?"

"In my opinion, you still..."

This old Deng really means what he says when given a chance, and he knows how to be polite. Is he so familiar with others that he doesn't even consider himself an outsider, or has he been in a high position for so long that he's used to pointing fingers at everyone?

Pingxin feels that it is mostly the latter.

From the way this old man speaks, he seems quite knowledgeable about sex and he's full of confidence. Although he often says things like "I've seen people/situations like this," which makes him seem like a fake knowledgeable guy, at least the cases he talks about are very real. How exactly is this real?

Well, it matches his intelligence, and is even more vivid and detailed. It really is that "don't underestimate my intelligence network" thing. You can't judge a person by their appearance. Who would have thought that a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes could be so gossipy?

Although his tone was a bit arrogant, Ping Xin didn't mind him as he was old. He just called him "Brother" or "older brother"... There was no such thing as that. In short, he just called him "older brother".

Bah, the repetition of words is disgusting.

"Authentic Kyoto accent, where are you from, bro?"

"Little brother, the way you speak is different from the ones here. Could it be that you are also from the family?"

"I've been studying in Tokyo, but my mom is a real Kyoto native, so I've picked up some of the culture."

Ping Xin also speaks authentic Kyoto dialect, which he learned from his mother. However, he does not show it in his daily conversations and always sticks to the "Mandarin" version, because it is more acceptable and has a wider audience.

Although he has been traveling around Tokyo and abroad most of the time, it doesn't mean that he won't speak. Two years ago, when he used Kyoto accent to win over people's feelings and defraud investments and real estate, Ping Xin did not show any mercy... No, how can it be called a scam if both parties make money?

That’s called win-win cooperation!

"A girl from Kyoto? Your father has good taste..."

After finally getting some information out of him, Fujiwara Daisuke began to think hard. In the previous generation, there were Kyoto women of the right age, most of whom had classic black hair and dark eyes. It seemed that...

Damn it, what the hell, it’s not mine anyway!

Fuck!

Although he may appear kind and gentle, Fujiwara Daisuke is actually more of a dignified person, and he's not the type who crouches down in defense. In his youth, he was also a hot-tempered young man. After becoming the head of the family, getting married, and having a daughter, his temper gradually subsided, but that doesn't mean he was always a good-tempered person.

"Kid, I'm just asking directly, which family are you from? I'm very familiar with Kyoto, and there's definitely no one like you in recent years."

Fujiwara Daisuke was confident in his intelligence, so he immediately began to suspect Hirayuki of being a fraud. Whoever dared to send a hook to lure him out would be dragged into the water. Don't treat a semi-retired old man like the head of the clan!

"Old man, I'll tell you the truth. I am indeed from the Heike clan. I've been using the name 'Heike' since my last life. You're not worthy of me lying."

Oh, what a big tone you have. If you have the strength to match it, it will be just what he wants. But now that things have come to this, are you still in riddles?

Seeing his calm and waiting expression, Ping Xin smiled and said, "I am indeed from the Ping family, but not one of the four great surnames. I come from an ordinary family in Yan Country."

"..."

Calm down, send someone to do a DNA test first!

Also, how do you say mom's dad in Yan Mandarin?!

Chapter 37 Drawing Lots Is Not as Good as Mahjong

The white-haired old man, whose name he still didn't know, told him to wait there and then hurried away, saying he suddenly remembered that he had some soup cooking at home. He didn't believe it, but he was quite convinced that he was going home to see his wife. After all, every henpecked husband had similar excuses, and most of them were reluctant to admit it.

He was quite respectful of this old man, Ping Xin, who gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, so he allowed him to go back and inform his "superiors" while he called the few people who had been unable to find a place to gather. With Ping Xin's current height, he could be said to stand out from the crowd and could definitely serve as a gathering beacon.

If there is one thing that has surprised Pingxin the most about this year's growth (change), it is definitely that his height has reached 180cm, officially leaving the category of "disabled". From now on, when introducing himself, he can say that his height is 180cm without having to add "(wearing shoes)" after it, which is great.

With joy in his heart, Ping Xin reached into his four-dimensional crotch and pulled out several large treasures: "Happy New Year, these are red envelopes for everyone."

Yamada Ryo's face was filled with joy, and she wanted to start counting the money right there. Since their relationship had gotten better and better, Ping Xin had been controlling her funds more and more severely. This time, he had given her a large amount of disposable funds back.

The sisters, Ijichi Hongxia and Xingge, were a bit surprised. The younger sister, Hongxia, wasn't complaining about where Pingxin got the things from, after all, she was used to it. She was looking at her older sister. She had initially looked annoyed, feeling like she was being treated like a child, but when Pingxin asked her to choose between young people and old people, she accepted the red envelope without hesitation. She was very rock and roll, very free.

Kita Ikuyo thanked her politely, as always in her good-girl style. Although Kita's family upbringing was strict, it was definitely more beneficial than harmful to her growth. After all, not everyone can become a popular character just by having a pretty face.

As for Goto Ichiri who was hiding behind the others... that would bring him a big surprise——

"I didn't expect you to come here wearing a kimono today, and... it seems you've even put on some light makeup and changed your hairstyle. If you're usually cute, you're especially beautiful today~"

Having just mustered up the courage to step forward, Goto Ichiri quickly retreated, only to poke half of her head out from behind Nijika to gaze at Hirashin. Unexpectedly, she wasn't wearing bangs today, making her incredibly sensitive to Hirashin's gaze. Their eyes kept meeting and then separating.

If she could muster up the courage, she might be able to see Hirashin's cat-and-mouse smirk, but Goto Ichiri would most likely fail to discern the thoughts behind Hirashin's smile and would simply find him handsome and charming. Her bun hairstyle was very cute today, though it felt a bit chilly on her neck, as she usually wore her hair long. However, the curve of her white neck was a definite plus.

The kimono's material is ordinary, and the workmanship is unremarkable. If anything, it's because of the wearer, or the thought behind it. While this garment might seem insignificant to anyone else, simply a commonplace cherry blossom-patterned kimono, to Goto Ichiri, it represents the support and approval of his family, as well as his own desire and determination to reach greater heights.

It's a pity that someone is just not a good person. It's impossible for him to confess his feelings actively in this life. Otherwise, how could we have such a good show as today?

I had my hair done today so I didn't touch her head but touched her face instead. Ping Xin, who didn't recognize anyone as soon as he took off his hands, immediately started to arrange everyone: those who were in a hurry to worship would be led by the shrine maiden, and those who felt there were too many people or were not interested could follow the shrine maiden inside to find someone to play cosplay with.

In short, you guys go ahead and do your work, I'll take a look for a while.

After waiting a bit longer, Hiraishin received text messages from several members of the student council. Many people had taken New Year's leave. Yuuka was helping out at Hayase Cafeteria, Noah had family commitments and couldn't come, but he hadn't specified anything. Liyin simply said, "I'm busy," and nothing more.

Of the three, he knew Liyin's movements best. While he respected her privacy, he wasn't completely clueless. Lately, she seemed to be using the power of the group and its affiliated forces, like the Xuanlong Sect, to resolve a problem. While it was all her own, considering her decision to act first and then ask for permission, and her subsequent "initiative," Pingxin decided to be a little cautious and make a few calculations.

Anyway, the only things that can make Liyin act are just a few people and a few things. There is nothing to guess, so it is better to keep some mystery.

The Tiaoyue clan was a former big family that once tried to set the pace in Kyoto but was eventually kicked out. They fled to Tokyo to seek new development but had no capital and no connections. Dacongming tried to start from scratch but lost everything and was eventually taken advantage of by others, and his capital was almost drained away.

Afterwards, they formed an alliance with foreign forces and tried to make money with the family name, but all their allies died overnight and they themselves were almost liquidated. Fortunately, the limited actual contacts (almost unilateral exploitation) became a reason for them to get out, but now they can only live in disgrace.

As long as you know that Liyin, the player who could really make their Make family great again, was hinted, pressured, and forced to flatter Pingxin, you can understand how rotten this family is. It is not surprising that Chunchun, who is so incompetent and playful, has fallen to this point. Pingxin also treats them as experience babies and will kick them away if Liyin doesn't want to stay anymore.

After figuring that nothing could go wrong with Liyin right under his nose, Hirayuko went inside. It wasn't surprising that Kurosaki Koyuki had come with her younger sister as a friend there. The only thing that saddened him was the feeling of being cut. He hadn't expected the backstab of the Rebellion Blade to be so painful, even Mitakeran hadn't experienced this before...

As expected, she is just a fake rebel. If she really wants to use the knife, she has to wait and see how her younger sister, who has inherited the true skills, reacts.

Mizukami:?

When everyone arrived, Pingxin walked straight in. To be honest, he had no interest in Hatsuyori. After all, these activities were mostly about coaxing children and seeking good fortune. Even the lottery was pseudo-random, so he couldn't experience the joy of a rich man drawing cards. So he turned around and left without a second thought.

As for the older brother asking him to stay for a moment...who was that?

There were so many beautiful women and so much noise, the more Ping Xin listened to it the clearer he could hear it. After all, it would be strange if there were not noise if there were three women singing a play and more than ten plays at the same time.

Just listen to them singing...

Rong, cut off the 1000th, points! ?

Chapter 38: The unlucky one is actually me?

With his super brain's memory, memorizing the cards was as easy as eating or drinking, even down to the precise details of each card. But firstly, he didn't hit women, and secondly, it was boring and ruined the fun of the game, so he decided to just play casually since he wouldn't turn over the cards anyway...

Damn, why am I at the bottom?!

Thirty minutes later, Ping Xin looked at the deck of cards in front of him with an embarrassed expression. Was it really too difficult to play cards with Asuna without cheating?

No, Pingxin, you have to believe in your own card spirit. You are a man of the third level of card power, how could you fall here? There is still one round left before the end of the whole game. As long as you can win the game accurately, you can still complete the task of maintaining the second place and striving for the first place.

Become a big brand, be a big brand!

GO!

"...Rubbish game." The game ended with Ping Xin complaining.

Is it the guaranteed payout that makes you indifferent to luck, or is it the predictive card draw in Scarlet King's Premonition (Epitaph·revised) that makes you have the illusion that you are very lucky?

After being beaten by someone with the number one and nine, Ping Xin finally understood the true meaning of playing cards amidst great joy and sorrow, which is that if you don't have some ability, don't even think about trying to cheat the God of Europe!

Probability theory and Asuna insulted Hiranobu, and the goddess of luck is invincible!

Anyway, after unanimous agreement that the champion wouldn't be allowed to participate and that Asuna would be sent on an expedition, the game continued. Even after those with other errands or those who wanted to do other things left, many people still signed up, and the final number of spots was determined by lottery...

Gan, why am I not here? Am I really a non-African?

Hirayuko left the game regretfully, but instead of leaving completely, he waited to choose a lucky player from the four and then indirectly participate in the game as a spirit. People always say that a true gentleman watches chess without saying a word, but Hirayuko always thought he was a hypocrite, so there was no problem with this.

"But why is there a mahjong table here anyway?"

"Hey, didn't you bring it?"

No, who would bring a mahjong table outside? It must belong to someone at the shrine. Someone who brought something like that in must be someone high up in the shrine. I'd have to thank them afterward...

"Ping Xin, come and help. Mom is too strong. I can't defeat her alone."

Yamada Ryo slid to the left to make room, patting the bench with his right hand. His gesture and demeanor didn't sound like "Come play, sir," but more like "Young lady, come and serve me." Though he felt something was amiss, Hirayuko sat down anyway, rubbing his hands in anticipation of a fight.

Why do you call me mom when we haven’t even met a few times?

Today, Yamada Ryo is also wearing a neutral and cool color combination of a long-sleeved top + trousers + jacket. However, her conservative and cold personality does not seem to affect her over-enthusiasm today. She even called her mother (mother-in-law) and tricked her into coming to declare her sovereignty... Where did this bad woman in palace fighting come from?

Seeing how easily she blushed today, Hirayuko only moved his hands under the table without moving his feet. How could he become a mahjong master if he blushed so easily and lost his poker face? Hirayuko suppressed Yamada Ryo with one hand, while demonstrating a disabled person's barrier-free mahjong game with the other. Despite being surrounded by his mother, Enka, and Koito, he triumphed...

Fourth place?

No, this is impossible. How could I, who possesses the power of the Sparrow Saint, fall down here?!