Chapter 34 The Reasons Why I Hate This Person

Because we had kidnapped a god, the carriage on the return journey was very busy.

To be precise, the two people (gods) sitting in the car were immersed in the excitement as if they had discovered a new world, and they happily expressed their curiosity on two completely different world lines.

Yato's cheeks flushed with excitement, and he covered his chest as if he was suffocating: I can't believe it, in my short idol career where I have never been the center, I actually have such loyal fans!

Yuanzi cautiously poked the man sitting next to her once, and then poked him a second time: Oh my God, if my feeling is correct, his clothes feel just like the cheap ones in the 100-yen store!

Yato opened the car refrigerator with a familiar air, hugged the bottle of wine with foreign characters on it, and fell into a subtle sage moment: My believer... I can't believe that I can have such a loyal, understanding—and fucking rich—believer!?

Yuanzi quietly pulled his hand over, feeling it up and down, examining it for a long time. The temperature and volume were the same as those of an ordinary person's. This was clearly an ordinary person's hand! But that wasn't right. There were burrs on the fingers. Not only had the nails been uncut for a long time, but there was also so much dirt in the crevices of the nails. And after just a few moments of pulling, his hands seemed to be sweating - ordinary people's hands wouldn't be this messy!

By the time the journey reached the second half and the lights of the Suzuki family's main residence could be seen in the distance, the scene in the car had completely changed.

A drunk Yato hugged the car seat and cried bitterly. Every time he hiccupped, he would kiss the leather cushion and wail, "Oh my god, oh my god, so this is what it feels like to be just one step away from your dream... Is this what it feels like?"

Suzuki Sonoko sat cross-legged on the bicycle seat, curiously holding a glass bottle half-filled with coins. She first poured out the money and counted it, then slowly put it back in. Then, she stared at Yato's chest with sparkling eyes, trying to figure out how he had pulled out a glass bottle from his flat chest, and how the bottle actually contained a considerable amount of money...

So Suzuki Sonoko felt relieved.

Although she was sure that this guy was a god, he looked too shabby. But now, just because he could hide a large bottle of wine on his chest, she no longer had to worry about the possibility of bringing him home and finding it useless - being able to hide things without leaving any trace meant that he was at least a good candidate for smuggling!

Miss Suzuki, who had been corrupted by capitalism, calmly took the drunk Shenti back home.

As a result, I couldn't get in at all.

Uncle Suzuki has been thinking about having Sonoko marry Kiryu Rei for several years, and now he has no hesitation in throwing out Reiji Munakata, his second favorite.

Suzuki Jirokichi had just asked his niece to buy a gift for his niece-in-law this morning, and now he was eager to know the progress. Although he could only squat in the tent in Antarctica and rub his hands, the video communication was always connected.

When Suzuki Sonoko's car drove to the gate of the main house, she saw the old housekeeper holding a projector the size of a watermelon. A translucent old man wearing his Antarctic equipment was squatting on the bushes trimmed into the shape of a rabbit at the gate of the main house, picking his fingernails out of boredom.

Although the image is free, what the image can see still requires the cooperation of the camera, so in the short time when Suzuki Sonoko got off the bus and stood at the car, the uncle's mood was relatively stable.

Then he saw a hand reaching out from the seat.

The feeling at that moment is actually not easy to describe. It is like when a mosquito appears near you. Although you haven’t heard the buzzing sound yet, the sound waves from the vibration of its wings will make your earlobes subconsciously start to numb.

For Suzuki Jirokichi, this was not a matter of numbness at all. Even from such a long distance, he unexpectedly felt a sharp sting, and then the next second the pain disappeared like an illusion, and he jumped up from where he was.

"What did you bring back?!"

Suzuki Sonoko had never been yelled at by her family since she was a child. When she was suddenly yelled at, her first reaction was curiosity rather than fear. Before she could decide whether to tell the truth, she suddenly felt a staggering force coming from behind.

An arm wearing sportswear from the 100-yen store was placed on her shoulder, and Yato's mumbling laughter lingered in her ears. Mr. Shenming, who could no longer stand straight, pursed his lips in grievance, grabbed her neck and began to burrow into the man's arms.

"I want to hug..."

Yato hiccuped with tears in his eyes and said to the person in front of him whose face he could hardly see, "I need a warm hug... Hiccup, help me confirm... this cold and indifferent society has actually warmed up!"

Suzuki Sonoko's eyes went dark due to the smell of alcohol, but she was not angry at all.

She quietly supported herself as she was about to collapse, and even raised her hand to touch his face.

Although he has a somewhat silly aura and a subtle air of poverty when he speaks, if Sonoko were to get to the bottom of this guy named Yato and evaluate him directly, she would honestly say without hesitation, "He is handsome."

Suzuki Sonoko has always been an honest person. She does what she thinks. You can even easily tell her joy or anger at that moment from her brown eyes.

Suzuki Jirokichi just squatted in the bushes, looking at his silly niece who looked like she had drunk a love drug. He happily touched the drunk's face and said "good boy" with rare patience.

My uncle couldn't catch his breath and the communication was disconnected.

Three seconds later, Suzuki Jirokichi, who was far away in Antarctica, changed to another communicator. When he reappeared, he had a ferocious expression, red eyes, and looked as fierce as if he was ready to eat someone. His fingers in thick gloves were tapping around in the air with great force.

He pointed at the guy who was grinning foolishly and talking in his sleep, and kept saying "you you you" for a long time, but couldn't finish a complete sentence. He simply put his hand down and turned his target to his useless second niece.

"Where the hell did you find this thing!?"

Using "thing" to refer to a person is a very uncivilized thing to do. Unfortunately, the uncle's deep-rooted aversion has lasted for more than 20 years. Suzuki Sonoko is not sure whether Yato is a god, but he is definitely not a human.

After thinking about it this way, the awkward feeling naturally passed. Yuanzi did not show any discomfort at being called uncle, and said truthfully: "I found it at the shrine."

"You don't recognize this face?!"

Suzuki Jirokichi looked at the drunk Yato in disbelief: "After seeing this face, you actually want to pick him up?"

The person Suzuki Jirokichi hated most in his life was that annoying idol Lu. When he was in charge of taking care of Sonoko as a child, his main activity was to take her to chase stars. If he met someone he didn't like, it would naturally be because of how much he hated them, and he would take the little girl to hate them as well.

Yato is a professional border member in that idol group.

His presence is too low. Sometimes when there are six people dancing on the stage, you feel like one is missing. Even if he has the most outstanding physical fitness, you will not have any special impression of his performance after watching it.

Logically speaking, if you have a low sense of presence, you are not born to be an idol. If your sense of presence is inexplicably low to the level of Yato, you should not be an idol.

Because of your low presence, it will not only affect your popularity in the group, but it will even drag down other people in the group.

For example, in music shows, the dances are all arranged, and who stands in what position is fixed. Not to mention the fixed poses at the end, when they dance in the middle, they are actually showing the entire group as a whole.

But there are six idols in a group, and one of them disappeared while they were dancing.

It's like a plate of fruit cake, and then suddenly a part of it is cut off. Not to mention that the whole dance looks top-heavy, you stand under the stage and look around, and find that none of your five idols open their mouths, but when you listen carefully - the music in your ears is still ringing!

It was just a concert, and I somehow found myself singing along with a ghost. Before I could be stunned by the idol's handsomeness, I was scared to death first.

It really challenges the audience's obsessive-compulsive bottom line and forcibly tests the fans' courage.

But Suzuki Jirokichi hated Yato not for such superficial reasons.

In that era, enka was actually the mainstream music. Everyone dressed in a rustic and handsome way and sang songs that seemed fashionable but were actually very contemporary - but Yato's group was different.

Twenty years ago, a group that dared to perform in shorts and denim vests seemed antisocial no matter how you looked at them, but Suzuki Jirokichi's taste has always been advanced, so at the beginning of his star-chasing activities, he liked an entire cynical idol group.

They are the kind of fans who will buy posters of six people at the same time and stick them on the wall in a row, and then buy six albums respectively, one for each poster.

The main characteristic of group fans is that they like the group as a whole. If a member becomes less popular, they will subconsciously feel distressed and start buying his peripherals as compensation, trying to make up for his lower popularity.

This kind of mentality is similar to how parents feel when they look at their own children with varying talents.

It was under the impetus of this mentality that Suzuki Jirokichi, coupled with the fact that he was rich and powerful and could do a lot of things, unknowingly spent a lot of extra time and effort on Yato, the unlucky kid in the group.

Then Suzuki Jirokichi started to have inexplicable bad luck.

The feeling is hard to describe. It's like a layer of dark shadow is suddenly wrapped around your body, circling in front of you day and night. Everything you see naturally turns into cool colors, and even the brightness is reduced by more than a whole level.

He once suspected that he was color-blind until he had some free time and went to the shrine of the Seven Lucky Gods.

The next second after stepping into the torii, the color fading effect completely disappeared. The wooden building, which was almost brown in his eyes, instantly returned to its bright and gorgeous vermilion. Suzuki Jirokichi, who was standing next to a stall selling amulets, broke out in a cold sweat after realizing it belatedly.

Before and after Sonoko was born, there was a period of time in the Suzuki family when they felt that even drinking water would cause gold coins to get stuck in their teeth. When she grew up, everything went smoothly and they could easily make money without losing anything.

But more than 20 years ago, the Suzuki family was still a large conglomerate that was very much in line with capitalist values.

Capital is all about sucking blood.

Suzuki Jirokichi naturally began to suspect that he had encountered a ghost.

He no longer believed what the witch and monk said, largely because of the influence of his medical experience. No matter how many masters he consulted, the conclusion was that he was fine and had no illness or disaster.

The turning point happened one weekend. Suzuki Tomoko took people to do a big cleaning on a whim and accidentally stained the posters in his room. Suzuki Jirokichi was not at home at the time, so Tomoko rolled it up and put it away. Because it was not a big deal, she forgot to mention it at dinner, and the upset Suzuki Jirokichi did not notice it.

From that day on, Suzuki Jirokichi's color blindness symptoms began to gradually improve.

After investigating together, he finally found the ultimate target - the poster that was put away.

It seemed that since he stopped talking about this group every day, and stopped looking at them early in the morning and again at night to keep his mind on this idol, those dark shadows began to slowly disappear.

The protagonist of the poster that was put away was Yato, the unpopular member of the group who always made him spend extra time and effort.

If this symptom is explained by a knowledgeable Shintoist, it would probably be a story of a devout believer being influenced by the deity.

After all, gods are born out of faith. Fans of Suzuki Jirokichi's level are no different from the nobles who spent huge sums of money to build shrines for the gods thousands of years ago. Whenever gods meet such outstanding believers, they will not hesitate to give them some blessings.

Unfortunately, he did not know why and unconsciously "worshipped" the god of disaster.

His vision was more like a kind of sympathy. Because his efforts had reached a limit, he naturally received feedback from the God, and unconsciously saw something that belonged to the other side.

The God of Wessin is an evil god who survives by fulfilling the resentful wishes of mankind. Before the coincidence of Suzuki Jirokichi, no one would wholeheartedly believe in the God of Wessin by offering sacrifices.

Since there is no precedent, there is no reference, which results in people with super powers looking around with high rewards but unable to find the reason.

Uncle Suzuki, who had been fooled by superstition, began to return to the world of science, and then made a very surprising discovery: as he hated this person more and more, the feeling of being affected naturally disappeared.

If you curse the lord, you are naturally no longer considered a believer. But Suzuki Jirokichi didn't know that. He simply and crudely defined Yato as something like a jinx. Later, he thought that this might be due to his own psychological reasons, but heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine. Maybe the fact that he "hates this person" itself is the way to help him stay normal?

So Yato went from being a hapless kid who needed his extra attention to the annoying guy who was trying to gain popularity in the group. Mr. Jirokichi Suzuki, a sincere fan of the group, suddenly realized: there is a reason why everyone hates this member!

Anyway, after so many years, he still remembers that [black this annoying guy = normal vision].

So this darkness lasted for almost twenty years.

When he was a child, he taught Sonoko to throw darts at posters to express his dislike for the person. This may have been a preventative measure, as he hoped Sonoko would not get involved in bad luck.

Unfortunately, who knows...

Suzuki Jiro was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot, and everything he saw was tinged with red, but the eyes of the little brat who was lying on the side of Sonoko's neck and rubbing against it were still stubborn and unshakable blue.

Who would have thought that after escaping the unlucky star himself twenty years ago, he couldn't escape the unlucky star's son twenty years later!

His son looks exactly like him...

The uncle shook his head, got rid of the urge to lament the passing of time, and then returned to his crazy state.

——He taught Sonoko to look at the poster for so many years, but it was not to make Sonoko fall in love with the man with that appearance at first sight!

The author has something to say: It may take a few chapters before Zero goes online, so let's first determine the identity of Wumao Shen's teammates...

The uncle's life experience is also very bizarre, but he still thinks like an ordinary person. He subconsciously thinks that his changes may be psychological effects, as well as things like nerve excitement points. His first reaction when he saw Yato was that the idol he had blackened earlier showed his son.

In the original work, Hiyori did not react because she never regarded Yato as an evil god. Her uncle worshipped her brother unconsciously, so he was also unconsciously repaid by the evil god's divinity. It had little to do with Yato's own will.

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