Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

Through the gaps in the clothes, Saki Kawasaki glanced at Yoru Hoshi, who was sitting idly at the entrance of the store, pursed her lips, and her eyes flickered.

“I… I don’t really want to dress in a neutral style.”

“Oh, I see.”

Seeing Saki Kawasaki's expression, the salesperson instantly realized.

It seems that she and the boy sitting at the door are not lovers.

However, there is somewhat that kind of feeling.

Only in this situation would she not want to dress in a neutral style.

Is she hoping that he will see her as a romantic interest?

“I understand.”

The salesperson showed an understanding expression and said softly.

“In that case, I will recommend this set to you…”

… …

Twenty minutes later.

“So slow.”

Yoru Hoshi sat on the sofa at the entrance of the store, observing the crowds on the pedestrian street.

From the time he entered the store, a total of twenty-one minutes and twenty-seven seconds had passed.

Converted, that's 1287 seconds.

And within these 1287 seconds, a total of seven hundred and thirteen pedestrians passed within Yoru Hoshi's field of vision.

As expected of Shibuya's commercial pedestrian street, the most prosperous in Tokyo, the flow of people is terrifying.

However, among these seven hundred and thirteen pedestrians, there was not a single one that made Yoru Hoshi feel abnormal.

As expected.

It is still somewhat difficult to use this method to find the one, or more, powerful evil spirits hidden in this area.

Even if they are lurking in human bodies, according to Rio Futaba's analysis, the targets possessing intelligence no less than humans would not casually stroll on the street.

“Um…”

Just as Yoru Hoshi was thinking, Saki Kawasaki's slightly hesitant voice came from behind.

He turned his head and saw Saki Kawasaki, who was wearing a black dress with a short jacket, still with her hair in a high ponytail, but her whole temperament, under the change of clothing, seemed much softer.

“How… how do you think it looks?”

Listening to Yoru Hoshi's undisguised praise, the salesperson breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, looked at Saki Kawasaki's face, which was both shy and a little coyly happy, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

“Youth is so good.”

… …

After paying the bill and packing the newly bought clothes, Yoru Hoshi and Saki Kawasaki were about to leave the store when the salesperson suddenly chased after them, handed over a delicate little box, and smiled.

“Sir, this is a complimentary gift for shopping at our store, please accept it.”

Yoru Hoshi took the box and opened it, and found that inside was a silver necklace, which although did not look very expensive, was very delicate.

“What a pity, it would have been nice if it was a nail, I’m running out of tools.”

“Uh…”

Hearing this, the salesperson's face stiffened.

Silver nail?

She glanced at Saki Kawasaki, and seeing that the other party had an expression of complete expectation, she was shocked.

Young people these days…

Are they still playing this kind of play?

Isn’t the taste a bit too heavy?

But thinking about it carefully…

It seems that in that area, special hobby groups like candle wax dripping and stuffing balls in the mouth are this kind of girl who looks very strong on the outside, but actually wants to be controlled.

Too scary.

“Um… this necklace is for women.”

The salesperson gave Saki Kawasaki a suggestive look and said this sentence.

Saki Kawasaki didn't understand at first.

It wasn't until the salesperson turned around and returned to the store that Saki Kawasaki finally realized what was going on, looking at the small box in Yoru Hoshi's hand, and the women's necklace placed inside, her pretty face instantly turned red.

So that’s what it was all about.

No wonder the salesperson didn’t hand the box to herself, but to Yoru Hoshi.

So she was helping!

Saki Kawasaki looked at Yoru Hoshi, her delicate face with coyness and shyness, pursed her lips, and said softly.

“Um… can you help me put it on?”

“Um… sure.”

Yoru Hoshi smiled and nodded, took the silver necklace out of the box, untied the small ring on it, and held each side with both hands, wrapping it around Saki Kawasaki's slender white neck.

Such intimate actions as wearing a necklace naturally involve some skin contact.

Saki Kawasaki's complexion is considered very fair.

At this time, it revealed a shy pale pink, no longer like in school, holding her head high, making people afraid to approach, but lowered her head, with a shy look.

“It’s on.”

Hearing Yoru Hoshi's smiling voice, Saki Kawasaki felt the coolness of the necklace on her neck and collarbone, and the temperature of the other person's palm that remained on her skin, whether it was psychological or from the physical contact just now, and a smile couldn't help but rise on her lips as she looked up.

“Does it look good…”

Halfway through her words, Saki Kawasaki noticed Yoru Hoshi behind her and was instantly stunned.

An extremely familiar voice came from there.

“Kawasaki-san, and… Yoru Hoshi?”

Hearing this familiar voice, Yoru Hoshi already knew who was standing behind him.

He turned his head, looked at Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was wearing casual clothes with a shocked expression, and complained.

“Shizuka, how come you still have a role in this Tokyo trip?”

Hiratsuka Shizuka shook her head helplessly and sighed.

“I'm the one who finds it outrageous, how can there be such a coincidence.”

“Stalker?”

“I'm not.”

Hiratsuka Shizuka had a resigned look, but Saki Kawasaki could clearly see the obvious look of surprise in her eyes when she saw Yoru Hoshi.

No wonder.

After all, Yoru Hoshi is the most outstanding student in Soubu High School, and it is normal for him to be liked by his homeroom teacher.

“By the way, Shizuka.”

Yoru Hoshi suddenly leaned forward, staring carefully at Hiratsuka Shizuka's face.

The latter was stunned for a moment, her eyes dodging unconsciously, and she nervously rubbed her long hair.

“W-what's the matter?”

“You came to Tokyo, which hotel are you staying at?”

“That's right.”

Hiratsuka Shizuka pointed to the hotel building not far away, outside the commercial street, and smiled.

“I’m staying there, it takes about ten minutes to walk here.”

“Eh?”

Saki Kawasaki glanced at the hotel building and said in surprise.

“Staying there… it must be very expensive, right?”

After all, Saki Kawasaki is a professional who has worked as a bartender in the executive bar of a top hotel, so she naturally has some understanding of the hotel industry.

In fact, the most important factor determining the price of a hotel is not the quality of the rooms, but the location.

Although the hotel where the Overload Society members are staying is also in the bustling area of the city center, compared to the hotel that is only a ten-minute walk from Shibuya Commercial Pedestrian Street, the price must be much lower.

When checking in, Saki Kawasaki felt heartache when she saw the price of the room.

Can Hiratsuka Shizuka, an ordinary high school teacher, afford to spend money in such a place with her salary?

“She’s rich, she doesn’t need to consider these things.”

After saying this, Yoru Hoshi suddenly reached out to Hiratsuka Shizuka.

“Shizuka, today is my birthday.”

“Eh? Is your birthday today?”

Hiratsuka Shizuka was stunned for a moment and hesitated.

“Why do I remember it’s not…”

“Just consider it as a birthday present for me.”

Hiratsuka Shizuka thought that Yoru Hoshi was acting spoiled towards her, and a sense of joy inexplicably rose in her heart. She thought that someone of his character would actually have such a childish moment, and the corners of her lips rose.

“Okay, what kind of birthday present do you want?”

“Please give me your hotel room number, thank you.”

“Ah?”

Hearing this, Hiratsuka Shizuka's pupils began to shake, and her face showed a panicked expression.

“This… that… you want my hotel room number, wh-why?”

Yoru Hoshi had a confident look.

“I’ll come to play with you when I’m bored at night.”

Hiratsuka Shizuka's face turned red.

Play?

What to play?

What Yoru Hoshi said about playing, she didn't even dare to think about it.

Hiratsuka Shizuka's body moved faster than her brain could think.

“2… 2806…”

“OK.”

Yoru Hoshi patted Hiratsuka Shizuka on the shoulder and smiled.

“Then I’ll contact you later, bye-bye, Shizuka.”

After Saki Kawasaki and Yoru Hoshi's figures gradually disappeared into the distance, Hiratsuka Shizuka realized what had happened and said blankly.

“Eh… wait a minute… I didn’t even have time to ask, what is the relationship between these two people…”

… …

On the other side, after passing through the commercial pedestrian street, Saki Kawasaki stroked the necklace on her collarbone, looked at Yoru Hoshi beside her, and asked curiously.

“Did you find anything?”