After Seiji left school, he went to the construction site he was at yesterday and got on the bus to the Juumonji Group.
When he arrived at the Juumonji Group, he went to Michirou Juumonji's study and began to narrate his carefully thought out words that would allow Michirou to understand what was going on without revealing too much.
When Michirou expressed his gratitude, Seiji made an appropriate request for help, and after some consideration, Michirou agreed without hesitation.
This was undoubtedly the smoothest possible outcome.
Because it was so smooth, Seiji felt that something was off.
Even though Michirou Juumonji, the mafia boss, had always been polite to Seiji, he was definitely not a simple character. No matter what, he should have realized that there was something hidden behind his seemingly casual request, and wouldn't have agreed so easily.
Even though he felt that it was strange, Seiji didn't show it on his face. After all, it was his victory to be able to successfully negotiate with Michirou.
After that, Michirou invited Seiji to dinner, but Seiji declined with the excuse that he was busy.
To Seiji's surprise, Michirou didn't insist after the invitation was declined, but he said something meaningful when he saw Seiji off.
"In the future, my daughter and my son... I hope you can take good care of them."
What did that mean? Seiji didn't understand.
'Forget it, it's fine as long as it's done.'
"President, we've finished our discussion."
After leaving the Juumonji Group, Seiji made a phone call on his way to the confectionery shop.
"No problems, it went quite smoothly... Even though I'm slightly concerned about the boss's attitude, it shouldn't be a big deal."
"I'll accept President's thanks. Actually, I didn't do anything special; just treat it as me returning your favor. "
'Let's leave it at that.' After ending the conversation, Seiji casually hung up the phone.
On the other side, Wanhua Summer Night, who was in the student council office, wasn't so relaxed.
The problem that had been troubling her had been solved thanks to the help of the boy on the other side of the phone.
As long as she could quickly create a large number of node detection talismans, she would be able to intercept her opponent's Spirit-branded Retainer as quickly as possible!
"I owe him a big favor..."
Grand Mistress, who had long, straight, black hair on her head, nestled in the seat of the student council president, had a distressed expression on her face.
Although Haruta Seiji seemed to be playing it down, and it might not be a difficult task for him, but to Summer Night, it was undoubtedly a great favor.
If it weren't for Seiji's help, Summer Night would have no other choice but to take the last resort. Moreover, even if she used that method, she might not succeed.
If this situation were to develop to the end, it was very likely that there would be a rather terrible outcome … It would be so terrible that Summer Night didn't even dare to think about it.
Therefore, no matter how Haruta Seiji viewed it, from Wanhua Summer Night's perspective, it was not a small favor.
So, how should I repay him?
Giving money was the most direct method, but Grand Mistress felt that this was a little insulting to him.
If Haruta Seiji wanted money, with his personality, he would have asked for it long ago, but he didn't say anything, nor did he make any material requests, which showed that he was sincerely helping her as a friend.
Facing such sincerity, Summer Night only wanted to repay him with the same sincerity and sincerity.
So, this became a big problem in another sense.
Wanhua Summer Night, the student council president of Yuen Hwa Secondary, the talented and beautiful Grand Mistress, who was admired by all the students in the school, had never had the experience of being sincere to a boy since she was born!
How to give a boy who had helped her so much a gift that wasn't vulgar, that was sufficient to express her gratitude, show her sincerity, and make the other party happy … was an unprecedented topic for her in her life!
"Hitaka, how do you think I should repay this favor?" Summer Night asked the red-haired girl next to her after being vexed for a while.
Hitaka Shuho looked back at Grand Mistress with a confused expression.
Fine, her good friend and Spirit-branded Retainer was even worse than her in this area!
'I'm such an idiot for asking her.' Summer Night silently commented to herself in her mind.
But she didn't expect it … should she give him a bunch of otaku items?
No matter how she thought about it, this was actually the most reliable idea that the black-haired young lady could come up with.
"Forget it, let's not think about it for now. The most important thing right now is to hurry up and make talismans!"
In the end, Summer Night elegantly chose the option of temporarily avoiding this problem.
…
After finishing his work, Seiji returned to his apartment.
He didn't meet Hoshi Amami at work today, but Seiji didn't think much of it. He would meet Hoshi Amami when the time came.
At home, after finishing his diary and drawing as usual, Seiji put on his mask, prepared himself, and turned on his stream.
"Flying Fish Who Loves Cats" instantly joined his stream.
The moment he joined, he was met with a series of angry and condescending emojis.
Seiji smiled faintly.
"Where the hell did you go last night!? Stupid streamer, stupid streamer! "An oversized colorful bullet screen floated across the screen, bursting with light spots.
"It's a long story. Yesterday, I had a rather magnificent time. I was attacked one after another, and in the end, I was invited by the boss of the underworld to his base camp to negotiate. After that, I was caught in an extremely intense battle and couldn't come back at all ~"
'Yep, I'm not lying — the intense battle refers to playing video games. I'm such an honest person.' Seiji thought to himself proudly.
"Keep bragging!!!"
Another large colorful comment with a long angry and condescending emojis appeared.
'Sigh, why doesn't anyone believe the truth these days?'
Seiji pretended to be sad.
"I'm not lying — why don't you believe me?"
"Like hell I'll believe you! At any rate, you were just playing video games with someone and forgot the time, so you accidentally played all night! "
A large colorful comment with a series of emojis that saw through the truth.
"I'm sorry, but you're so wrong, beautiful Flying Fish …" Seiji shook his finger as he pretended to be cold and aloof.
"I didn't forget the time, nor was it an accident. It's just that … I just got to know a rich otaku friend, and I intentionally played all night at his place!"
The moment the truth was revealed.
"Go die!!"
The colorful ridicule and endless anger and disdain seemed to have penetrated the screen and the spacetime.
Seiji laughed heartily.
It had been a week since he started streaming and met this cute audience member.
The two of them had become online friends.
Apart from the stream, they also chatted through chatting software. Although they didn't talk much, Seiji felt like they were on good terms.
He didn't know if she felt the same way, but judging from her words, she probably felt that they were on good terms.
If this was in the real world, they could have become even closer friends, but this was on the internet.
She didn't seem to have any intentions of deepening their relationship, so Seiji cooperated and maintained a certain distance from her. They chatted casually about their hobbies, news, and other things.
At any rate, she was a good online friend, but only an online friend.
'Hmm … only?'
Actually, Seiji had already considered that possibility.
Perhaps the person on the other side of the screen was … someone that his original self knew!
That was because they were too compatible!
Starting from "The Snail and the Sparrow," the two of them had mentioned old songs, old movies, old mangas, old animes, old games, all sorts of old works, works that they liked, works that they hated, the reasons why they liked, the reasons why they disliked, and so on. All sorts of details seemed to match up.
It was as if they were childhood friends who had met each other when they were young but later separated, only to meet each other again on the internet after they grew up.
It wasn't impossible to coincidentally meet someone who shared the same interests as them in a large crowd.
But the two of them actually knew each other, and they grew up together in a similar environment and time. They played together, watched together, heard together, liked together, and hated together … wasn't that possible?
Of the two possibilities, which one was more likely?
'Hey, Flying Fish Who Loves Cats, do we actually know each other?'
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