Chapter 181: The Curse of the Highest Occasion: One of us is very strange...
The festive atmosphere paints the entire street in warm colors. Standing on the bluestone slabs and among the pedestrians, you will unconsciously be infected by the relaxed atmosphere of the celebration.
The same goes for players.
Gojo Satoru probably gathered all the teachers and students from the technical high school to participate in this year's summer festival. Players saw Ieiri Shoko in the crowd, who spent most of her time in the infirmary.
"Ieiri-senpai!"
The woman, wearing a yukata instead of attending the festival, raised her eyelids and wasn't surprised to see the player. "Ah, it's you."
The doctor, who gave off a somewhat aloof vibe due to his personality, glanced around the player, frowning slightly. "It's just you, where are the others?"
The player pointed in a direction. "Originally, I was walking with Nanami, Haibara, and the others, but Satoru-senpai just called them away."
She nodded calmly: "It's something he can do."
The other party's unsurprising reaction gave us a glimpse into Gojo Satoru's usual reputation.
Ieiri Naoko held the unlit cigarette in her mouth and unconsciously made a gesture to pinch it out. She smiled brightly at the player, "Opportunities to shake off a difficult DK don't come often. How about walking with me for a while?"
"Yes, yes?" The player followed what he was told and walked into Glass's side.
When traveling with others, it's difficult for players to not pay attention to what those around them are doing, even if they ask them to relax.
"It's not often that we see Senior Ieiri leave the technical high school." The player tried to find a topic.
"After all, she's the holder of a precious reversal spell?" The short-haired senior laughed self-deprecatingly. Seeing the player looking at her, she said in a soothing, nonchalant tone, "Don't worry."
"It's actually quite fortunate that non-combatants who need to be protected have no objection to studying medicine."
She moved her index finger upwards from the corner of her mouth, which looked particularly cute, especially since this action was performed by someone with a dull facial expression.
"After a while, I'll probably be able to pass the medical license exam."
"Wow, that's amazing!" the player exclaimed sincerely, blinking. "And, Ieiri-senpai isn't wearing a yukata today either."
Wearing a doctor's coat as a jacket, Ieiri Naoko smiled and said, "I'm used to it. It's very convenient, isn't it?"
She showed the player the capacity of her pockets on both sides, and the player stared blankly as Jia Ru Nishiko took out two cans of alcoholic drinks from them.
"I won it at the stall over there, wanna try it?"
Jia Ru Glass gave a can to each player. She leaned on the stone bridge with one hand, opened the pull ring, looked at the river surface sparkling with colorful lights, and took a sip.
The player did not refuse the other party's kindness and took it in his hand and rubbed it.
“You can experience more new feelings and then decide what you really like.”
The player seemed to sense the hidden meaning behind her words, and Ieiri Naoko winked at her: "Teach those arrogant DKs a lesson, huh?"
After drinking, Nozomi Ieiri left, and the player was left alone on the stone bridge.
The player is waiting for someone.
To be precise, he was waiting for the person in the dark to show up.
[Perception] reminds players that they are being watched with unscrupulous eyes.
Simply ruling out the playable characters he had already encountered, the player asked uncertainly, "Mr. Shen'er?"
A man in a dark blue, vertically striped yukata emerged from the shadows as the player finished speaking, and uttered in a mocking tone, "It's so hard to see you."
The player sensed something else, and meeting the other person's mischievous gaze, she hesitantly raised her head and asked, "Are you... short of money?"
"Is this the image of me in your mind?" He chuckled, not sounding angry.
The player's gaze shifts.
For reasons unknown, the player felt that the other party seemed unusually... easygoing today? Or perhaps gentle?
His straight hair, as if stained with moisture, had been styled, slightly exceeding his eyebrows, weakening the sharpness in his eyes. He spoke in a good mood and frivolously: "Why don't you think about it in other ways, such as... coming here just for you?"
"Hey," the player covered the lower half of his face with his hands, gasping quietly, staring at him curiously, "Are you deliberately saying sweet words to get the money?"
So confusing!
"Yes," the man admitted decisively, spreading his hands in front of the player and saying confidently, "Give me the money."
The player shook his head and raised his hands to show him his thin bathrobe, which obviously couldn't hold much cash.
"It looks pretty good." He commented after looking the player up and down with admiration.
Seeing the player holding a beer in his hand, he snatched it away without hesitation, raised his head and drank most of the can in one breath, while mocking her sarcastically: "What are you drinking, little brat?"
"Don't litter." The player picked up the pull ring he had thrown away.
He just watched the player's movements with interest, and when she stood up, he said, "You can give it to me after today. I just happened to have something I like."
"What is it?"
"It's a gem that's been hitting the black market lately. It's said to be a treasure from the royal family. The gems in it are enough to keep you well-fed for the rest of your life." The man feigned a reminiscence, then grinned and held up three fingers. "Three hundred million yen."
"It doesn't matter if I can't come up with that much right now," the player said, feeling clearly being stared at. He licked his lips, "...I'm pretty good at waiting."
"Mr. Shen'er, please stretch out your hand." The player said after thinking for a moment.
After the other party did as he was told, the player placed the can pull tab on the man's finger, grasped his palm with both hands, and tilted his head: "Mr. Shen'er's request is too much. Can we make do with this for now?"
[Gift [Pull Ring*1]! ]
He paused, his expression odd, and twitched the corners of his mouth, but no particular meaning could be heard: "You're really good at fooling people, kid."
The player's eyes were determined.
The game system determines that this falls into the category of rings.
Why not count?
The player selectively ignores the other party, wanting more than the ring what the money symbol behind it means.
"Well, whatever you want," he said nonchalantly, scratching the end of his hair as if compromising, "I'm used to accepting worthless things anyway."
"Once upon a time?" The player was a little curious about the key words the man revealed about his past experiences.
The other party did not intend to act as an intimate teacher and explain to the little ghost. He half-closed his eyelids and stared at the pull ring on his hand: "...Tsk, cheap, but it suits you well."
The man's tone was full of self-mockery, but there was no trace of unwillingness.
There is a hint of lust in the self-indulgent decadence, as if accepting and enjoying the status quo completely, and sneering at any possible positive changes.
Don't expect anything good to happen, and don't want to escape the quagmire of the current situation.
How can I describe it...
Self-consistent?
This word popped up in the player's mind.
It's just... very attractive.
"How lustful." The player said his thoughts in a daze.
The other party raised his eyebrows as if he suspected that the player was out of his mind.
"...Tsk, I'll let you go." He seemed to have lost interest and moved away from the figure that blocked the player's way. He held a half-empty can of beer in one hand and seemed to have no intention of paying any more attention to the player.
"I won't watch the fireworks with the little kid for free." He waved his hand, making a gesture to drive him away.
"Go back to the six-eyed brat."
He completely ignored everyone else in the college!
The player walked a distance away and looked back at the figure on the bridge.
He leaned lazily against the edge of the bridge, his eyes cast down nonchalantly, his gaze fixed on his outstretched hand. The river lanterns downstream cast a faint flickering light in his eyes.
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