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Chapter 46

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The question that Seiji asked was a topic that Peach-sensei had been personally in charge of in the recent "Honey Candy Girl" anime. It was a topic of contention in the anime's original storyline, which was the so-called "faction war" over which popular character to support.

Any true otaku would never be able to ignore this question!

Tomohisa Juumonji easily took the bait, and he didn't seem like he intended to hide it at all, which showed just how deeply he was poisoned.

Seiji's heartfelt speech and exaggerated posture shocked everyone present apart from Seiji.

Well, the most shocking part was his father, Michirou Juumonji.

The mafia boss was completely dumbfounded and didn't know what was going on.

All he saw was Haruta -sama next to him asking a strange question, and his second son suddenly getting agitated, saying a bunch of strange things and making strange poses... what the hell!?

As for everyone else, no matter if it was Feng Wu Juumonji, Takashi Kobayashi, or Kahei Watari, they were all youngsters who had some understanding of the "Honey Candy Girl" anime that had become a phenomenon in Sakura Island, so they had a general idea of what was going on.

But they were still speechless!!

Feng Wu didn't need to be mentioned. She knew what kind of person her second brother was, which was why she felt incredibly embarrassed.

Kobayashi and Watari didn't expect that the mafia boss's son would do such a hilarious thing, and they were completely dumbfounded!

Only Seiji knew exactly what was going on, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Tomohisa turned around to look at him.

* Cough cough... * Seiji stopped laughing and coughed.

"I'm also a member of the Idelia faction, and it's nice to meet you, Tomohisa -san."

"Good comrade! It's nice to meet you, Harano Seigo -sama! "Tomohisa sat back down and gave him a thumbs-up with a brilliant smile.

Everyone else was rendered speechless.

"Harano -sama, just what..." Michirou couldn't help but ask.

"Er... I'm a fan of the same anime as Tomohisa -san, and we just had a brief discussion."

"Anime?" The mafia boss's mind was filled with question marks.

"An anime called 'Honey Candy Girl' … Father." Feng Wu sighed.

"It's an anime that's been really popular in Sakura Island recently. Most young people know about it, and I've watched some of it as well … Brother Tomohisa must be watching every episode."

"Of course!"

Tomohisa pushed up his glasses, and the lenses seemed to flash.

"'Honey Candy Girl' is a true masterpiece that is rarely seen in ten years! As a believer, he must watch every episode three times! It's just that … I didn't expect that the honored guest father invited would actually be … "

He smiled at the high school boy, and the latter gave him a similar smile.

The communication between otakus was done without words.

"… That's it, Father."

Feng Wu felt a little exhausted.

"The question Harano -sama asked just now was related to this anime, and Brother Tomohisa answered subconsciously."

"Oh …" Michirou finally understood what was going on.

Harano … Haruta -sama saw through his son's personality with just one glance, and asked that question as a test … What amazing eyesight!

'Anime … something that young people love to watch … Hmm, maybe I should take some time to watch it, and at least keep up with the times.' That was what he thought.

"What's the main topic of this anime?" Michirou brought up the topic in order to fit in with young people's interests.

Tomohisa adjusted his glasses again, and the lenses flashed!

"Well, Father, please allow me to explain …"

And so, the preaching began.



After dinner, Takashi Kobayashi and Kahei Watanabe were still feeling a little dizzy.

When they calmed down and thought about it, they found it inconceivable.

They were having a meal at the mafia's headquarters, and the entire conversation was about anime!?

Were they hallucinating? Or was there something wrong with this world!?

However, their logic told them that this was the truth.

First, it was Tomohisa Juumonji's incessant and lively explanation, followed by Harano and Seigo's participation, followed by Feng Wu and Takashi Kobayashi. The mafia boss seemed to be enjoying the conversation, and would ask questions from time to time …

The lively conversation continued until dinner was served, and dinner was served, and dinner was finished.

'What the hell!!!'

Kobayashi and Watanabe couldn't help but curse in their minds.

'Is this really the mafia's headquarters, and not an anime club!!??'

'Fine, it's one thing for the young people who know about this anime to be able to talk about it, but why is the mafia boss so interested in it as well!?

My impression of this anime is completely ruined!!! '

As delinquents who respected the mafia, Takashi Kobayashi and Kahei Watanabe couldn't stop complaining in their minds.

As the instigator of all this, Seiji was quite happy to have such a joyous meal.

Especially the fact that he got to know Tomohisa Juumonji … The more he chatted with this veteran otaku, the more he felt like he regretted not having met him earlier.

"Harano -sama, this humble one regrets not having met you earlier! Would you be willing to come to this humble one's room to continue chatting and take a look at this humble one's collection? "Tomohisa invited him sincerely.

Actually, he was even more excited than Seiji; as an otaku from a mafia family, it was quite difficult for him to make such a good otaku friend!

"Oh, is that alright? Of course I'm willing! "Seiji agreed without hesitation.

Then, he looked towards his two classmates who were still in a daze.

"Kobayashi-san, Watanabe-san, there's nothing else to do now, so you can go back first. I'll stay here for a while."

"Oh …" Kobayashi and Watanabe regained their senses and exchanged awkward glances. "Then … we'll be leaving first."

"I'll arrange for a car to drive you back," Feng Wu said.

And so, Watanabe and Kobayashi were sent off by Feng Wu, while Seiji followed Tomohisa to the latter's room.

Michirou was naturally happy to see Haruta -sama get along well with his son, and thought to himself that his second son was quite a capable person.

Tomohisa Juumonji's room was quite spacious.

But because it was filled to the brim with things, it seemed rather cramped.

There were several large cabinets filled with figurines of various characters in various poses, several bookcases filled with manga, CDs, and cassettes, several cabinets filled with all sorts of peripherals, posters pasted on every corner of the walls, and all sorts of drawings were placed everywhere …

There was a pile of pillows and plushies on the bed, two gigantic LCD TVs of unknown size, and all the game consoles on the market were limited editions, not to mention the ones that had the strongest presence. It was obvious at first glance that they had ridiculously high specs, as well as the latest deluxe VR goggles on the market …

This scene reminded Seiji of the legendary "World's Number One Otaku" from his previous world. Although there was still a gap between the two, their auras were similar, and any ordinary person would gasp in amazement.

Suddenly, Seiji had a strong urge to use the save and load function to earn some money, and then make a nest like this for himself … no, a paradise!

'Ahh, calm down, don't move, my right hand!

I can't release my seal just because of something like this, it's an abuse of power! '

Seiji used all his willpower to suppress his Kirin Arm … whoops, the dark urge.

When Hisashi proudly showed him the treasures that he was so proud of, Seiji fell silent for a long while before he sighed.

"Tomohisa … Can I play here all night?"

"You're most welcome, Harano -sama!"

"Don't call me -sama, call me your best friend!"

"Ohh … My pleasure!"

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