Chapter 58 58 Suddenly saw an old friend

The girls crawled out of the classroom, I ignored them, turned around and walked to the window to look at the scenery.

The footsteps gradually faded away. At this moment, a soft voice came from the door: "They left without calling anyone."

I didn't look back: "Sorry, Jinghua, I wanted you to help call for help." The original plan was for me to lure them into a confrontation with me, find out the whole story, and when the time was right, let Jinghua call the discipline committee members up.

I didn't expect that I couldn't help myself and just took action.

"It's okay. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth." The girl walked into the classroom and closed the door. "That's what they taught me before."

Hmm... I think this "before" doesn't refer to the people in the detective agency.

“But school is also a complicated place.”

I watched her come to the window and stand with me.

"Why would you feel such malice towards a complete stranger?"

For a moment, neither of us spoke. The setting sun shone a crimson glow in the sky. A crow cackles harshly, flaps its wings a few times, and then seems to fly away.

"It's because we don't know each other, or we only met once, that this happened."

A hazy image suddenly emerged in my mind: a fiery red sky, the shrill caws of crows, and people in simple clothes shouting insults in anger and fear, throwing stones at me and those around me.

"It's just the bad nature of ordinary people, right?"

Is this my memory? Or is it just a scene I saw in a dream?

"Well, it's not what I expected." I spread my hands and looked at my empty palms. "But this way, the bullying will finally come to an end."

A few days later, my words came true.

Whether in class or outside of it, the irritating stares that once surrounded me disappeared. The girls in my class stopped talking to me, but rather than feeling isolated, they seemed more afraid. Even Kyoka and Kirihara could sense that the rumors surrounding me were gradually dying down.

When I came to school again the next weekend, I heard from Jinghua that Risa Kirima, a senior student, seemed to be transferring to another school.

At the same time, as soon as the magazine with photos of me and Kise-kun was released, it immediately caused a sensation in the tennis club where many sports enthusiasts gathered.

"Wait, Jiu Jing, the person in this magazine is you, right? Is it really you?"

I rolled my eyes at Kirihara: "Nonsense."

"Did you debut as a model?"

I shook my head and briefly explained the situation that day. "I felt sorry for the editor, so I agreed."

"Pfft, is this considered an amateur shoot?" Senior Niou joked with me and blew bubble gum.

Marui-senpai pointed at Kise's picture and said, "But I think I've seen this boy somewhere."

"He's a freshman on the Kaijo High School basketball team. He's been a very famous basketball player in Kanto since junior high."

Wow, you are worthy of being Senior Liu, you know everything so clearly.

But our department had nothing to do with basketball after all, so we chatted for a while and then dropped the topic when we got to the hospital.

"Good afternoon, Minister, we are here again!"

"Ah, good afternoon, Akaye."

Minister Yukimura looks in good spirits today.

Not many people came to the hospital to see him today. Deputy Director Sanada and Senior Yagyu were dealing with the affairs of the Discipline Committee, and Senior Kuwabara seemed to be in the International Department to hold a meeting with the foreign students.

And we have the mission to bring the good news to the minister.

The Rikkai University Tennis Club successfully won the prefectural championship and can participate in the Kanto district selection.

"Hey, Mr. Yukimura." After everyone finished talking with Mr. Yukimura, I took out the neatly wrapped Japanese paper envelope. "This is for you."

"For me?"

What's inside is a prayer amulet that I made together with the swordsmen of Honmaru.

"I know everyone wants to participate in the national competition with the Minister, so, how should I put it... that day, I suddenly had an idea -"

The words I had prepared were forgotten completely due to nervousness when I saw Yukimura-senpai opening the envelope and seeing the stunned expression on the amulet's face.

"In short, I hope the operation goes smoothly, and I hope the minister will remain healthy in the future."

Yukimura-senpai looked at me, his eyes sparkling, then suddenly lowered his head and smiled. "Really? Thank you, Jiu Jing-san." He spread his hands and carefully examined the amulet that prayed for health and warded off illness and disaster. "That's true. I've been in the hospital for so long, and I never thought I'd receive something like this."

"Ah! Jiu Jing, you're not really going to that Ishikirimaru Shrine, are you?"

"It's Ishikiri Maru from the Ishikiri Kenya Shrine. You didn't check anything when you got back, did you?"

"I checked!" Kirihara pulled out his phone and showed me his search history. "Look, 'Daidenta' and 'Ishikirimaru'—that's the name of that shrine, but it's so hard to remember."

"Jiu, Jiujing, do you still like this kind of thing?"

"These things aren't necessarily taught in history classes. Aren't girls supposed to be more interested in things like shojo manga?"

Is everything okay? And I also like reading shojo manga.

"Haha, anyway, thank you." He placed the paper envelope and the amulet on the table and looked at me with a smile. "By the way, I saw the photo in the magazine. It's very cute, Jiu Jing-san."

Um? ? ? ?

"Hahaha, Minister, you saw it too!"

"Yukimura, are you praising me on purpose at this time?"

"Pfft, it's really cute."

Now I was the one who was blushing and being teased.

Is that my imagination? Could it be that Minister Yukimura is actually quite sinister?!

After the visit ended and we said goodbye to each other at the hospital entrance, I slowly took out my cell phone.

"Xiaoyan, do you know Zhiwan's cell phone number? I don't have his number. Oh, by the way, I'm going to see him today, do you want to come?"

Of course I'm going! But this idiot brother, next time if something like this happens, can you tell me a little earlier? Luckily, the tennis club didn't have training today.

“Yo!”

"What are you talking about?" I arrived at the agreed location on time, only to find that Saburo was actually early. "What's wrong with you? You don't even have Zhiwanjun's phone number? And why are you holding vegetables?"

Yes, my brother, that usually heartless red-haired idiot, was actually carrying two large bags of food! There were fresh vegetables and meat, as well as edible semi-finished or cooked food.

He looked down at the bag in his hand: "Oh, this is for Zhiwan."

"ha?"

After Saburo's brief explanation, I finally understood that the reason for Zhiwan-kun's recent lethargy was actually because two of his servants, his closest relatives, had been attacked by demonic creatures. While those two seemed to be mechanical puppets, not human, they had lost their fighting abilities and independent consciousness. They were now practically useless.

"Zhi Wan, he's actually a young master who has never done any housework. When he went to school, I saw that his face looked bad and his hair was frizzy."

I stared at my brother with dead eyes: "So you asked me to help cook for Zhiwan, right?"

“…Hey!”

"Hey, what the hell!" It means that someone treated me as a free helper. Damn it, since Zhiwan is also my friend, I won't beat him up today. "Then did you tell Zhiwan what time we were there? It will take some time to prepare dinner."

"Oh, I forgot."

Well, let's punch him.

Twenty minutes later——

"You, you really bought so many things?"

Standing in front of a mansion that looked very luxurious from the outside, Zhi Wanjun, who was wearing casual clothes and looked a little more haggard than before, opened the door for us.

I pointed at the culprit next to me and said, "This guy has no plan in mind when buying things. He just buys whatever comes to mind." Then I handed the item in my hand to the blond boy. "By the way, I'm the free cook he found."

"It's not free, Zhiwan will pay the salary!"

"I never said that!" After complaining about the stupid red-haired guy, the blond boy sighed helplessly. "Anyway, thank you, come in."

I have to say, Zhiwan's house is really huge. The buildings and courtyards are completely Western-style, and the lawn is big enough to park several cars. Seeing this, I realized that this guy really is rich!

"Is there no one else in your family now?"

The figure leading the way paused slightly. "There is a cousin, but she's very busy lately, so let's not disturb her. Dad doesn't come often. And—"

"Oh, by the way, Homura-chan, Shiman's cousin is a beautiful German beauty! She's his fiancée!"

“Stupid! What are you saying all that for?!”

Seeing the two teenagers throwing the vegetables aside and tearing them apart, I silently thanked my lucky starvation that the eggs were in my hands.

"It sounds more like a young master."

Hearing this, Zhi Wanjun stopped and looked at me helplessly: "So what kind of image do you two have of me?"

Um……

"A blond, blue-eyed, handsome junior high school student with a Kansai accent?"

"Ji Wan, you're blushing."

"Nonsense!"

We noisily moved the food into the kitchen. As expected of a young master who owns a house and a large courtyard, the kitchen is huge, so buying so many ingredients is not a waste.

I casually swept the snacks on the table aside and put everything in the bag on the table. "If we hadn't come, what were you and your cousin going to eat tonight? Don't tell me it was the dried persimmons on the table."

"How is that possible? That's a specialty my master brought."

Hmm? Master?

Perhaps because Saburo and I were both looking at him with questioning eyes, Zhiwan sighed helplessly. "So, let me finish what I'm saying. Didn't you just say Dad wouldn't be coming over?" He pushed up his sliding glasses and said, "Actually, after learning that Sharaku and Hanafusa, our servants, had been destroyed, my master rushed over from Kyoto."

"Zhi Wan, you, you have a master?" Even my brother was dumbfounded.

"Yes, my kendo teacher. He arrived yesterday."

That's not right. If there were three people, the kitchen should have been used. "Is your teacher also a culinary idiot? Like, the kind who can't cook?"

"No, no, the teacher, uh, how should I put it." I don't know why, after hearing my question, Zhi Wanjun seemed a little hesitant. "For some reasons, Yunmu and I, oh, my cousin, don't want to trouble him."

"Oh~ mysterious! I really want to meet Zhiwan's master. Hey Zhiwan, where is your master?"

"You're so annoying. I just went out to buy food. It should be about time--"

At this moment, a light male voice with a thick Kansai accent was heard from the kitchen door.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting, Shiman-kun. Tokyo is really terrible. There's not even a single good restaurant around here at this hour."

However, to me, for some reason, this voice sounded strangely familiar.

"Oh, are there any guests?"

"Welcome back, Mr. Ichimaru." The boy looked behind me and smiled, but when I heard the name he said, I felt a chill for no reason. "Jiu Jing, Xiao Yan, he is my teacher."

I turned around and met the eyes of a man with silver hair, narrow eyes and a smile on his face.

The moment he saw me, he was also stunned for a moment, then the curve of his mouth gradually widened, and his eyes opened slightly: "Should we say, is it fate? Long time no see."

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In the blink of an eye, the girl's figure turned into a shadow!

Zhiwan Anwu only saw the red shadow rushing straight towards the man at the door. He didn't even have time to shout "Stop" before the silver-haired man stretched out his left hand with an unchanged smile and blocked the girl's leg that was kicking towards him.

"Oh, isn't that a bit too enthusiastic a greeting? Yamamoto Four?"

Yamamoto four seats?

"Oh, no, I should call you Miss Jiujing now."

The red-haired girl missed her attack and landed on the ground deftly, frowning at the other person: "Why are you here?"

It's no wonder Jiu Jingyan was surprised. After all, the man in front of him was the former captain of the Third Division, Gin Ichimaru, who defected with Aizen after his rebellion, but was later severely injured by the enemy because of his betrayal. Since then, his life and death have been unknown.

"Yeah, why am I here?"

He touched his hair with his left hand, and the girl noticed that the right side of the man's body was only connected to an empty sleeve. She suddenly remembered that Urahara Kisuke once said that during the battle with Aizen, Ichimaru Gin's right hand was torn off by the opponent.

"I think it might be clearer if you ask Urahara Kisuke directly."

“…”

"Mr. Ichimaru!" Zhiwan looked at the two people who had just started the silent confrontation, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. "You, do you know each other?"

"I guess so."

"How come I didn't know Homura knew someone like that?" The girl's crisp reply made her friend beside her murmur. "But, Zhiwan, your master is so handsome. He actually blocked Homura's kick with just one arm. Did you know that guy's kick hurts!"

"Oh, is that so? I thought she was being lenient just now."

I beg you two to please stop adding fuel to the fire in front of the person involved. Also, why did my master and Jiu Jing get along so well the first day they met?

"What happened? Didn't I tell you to be quiet while I'm working?!"

Just when Zhiwan Anwu was feeling confused because two people hit it off at first sight, he heard a loud shout and a short-haired beautiful girl with blonde hair and blue eyes wearing glasses rushed to the kitchen door.

Now, the only three living people in Zhiwan Mansion finally came face to face with today's two visitors.

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"Oh, I didn't expect Jiu Jing to have such a cute cousin."

The short-haired beautiful girl with blonde hair, blue eyes and glasses sitting in front of me, happily eating a beef bento, vegetable salad and donuts, seemed to be Zhi Wanjun's cousin and fiancée from Germany.

"My name is Mica Frankenstein, just call me Mica."

She seemed to have just arrived in Japan and her Japanese was not very fluent, but she had a very cheerful personality.

"Can I call you Homura? It's too much trouble to tell you apart since you and Saburo have the same last name."

"It's all right. I don't care." As I said that, I looked at Zhiwan who was also eating beside me, and glanced at Captain Gin Ichimaru who always had a smile on his face. No, he is no longer the captain.

Anyway, I really have no appetite now.

Damn, I should have known this the moment I saw the dried persimmons.

Everyone knows that Captain Gin Ichimaru of the Third Division loves dried persimmons. He even planted a persimmon tree in his own yard, picking fresh persimmons to make dried persimmons for distribution to the various divisions. I even got a whole bunch from Rangiku-san back in the day!

Then again, could it be that Urahara Kisuke's so-called "informant" on the Exorcist side is Gin Ichimaru, who has been registered as "dead" in Soul Society?

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The author has something to say: It’s so funny, you wouldn’t have thought it was Captain Ichimaru!

The reason why Urahara Kisuke knew so much about the Demon World was because he was in the Shiman family in Kansai.

Now he is using a prosthetic body that can eliminate spiritual pressure, and since he has lost his right hand, he basically does not fight. In addition, there are fewer people in Soul Society and they are busy, and the captain-general and the 12th Division are pretending to be stupid, so no one knows that he is still alive.

As for why he didn't die as resolutely as in the original work, I will talk about it later.

I just love the Silver and Chrysanthemum couple!! Since I already have a butterfly and a petrel, I might as well have a butterfly and a Silver!! (Hey!