I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

Upon hearing this, Kaze looked at Kumagai Kana with a touch of affection.

"If I also die on the road to seeking the truth, will you remember me?"

Kana Kumagai paused for a moment.

“I will send an extra bouquet of flowers every year.”

Feng Zejian was somewhat dissatisfied.

"Is it just a bouquet? Don't you send them during holidays?"

A rare seriousness appeared on Kana Kumagai's beautiful face.

"I hope I won't send any bouquets at all."

"Actually, I would like to receive flowers from you, Kana, on Valentine's Day."

Kana Kumagai looked at Kazesawa with great interest.

"That depends on whether you're worth it."

Kazema blew a kiss to Kana Kumagai.

Goodnight, Ms. Kana.

Feng Zejian lay on the bed in the infirmary and closed his eyes.

Looking out the window at the moon, Kana Kumagai murmured, "Goodnight."

When I woke up the next day, the small clinic was crowded with people again.

The four people brought four breakfasts.

The four girls said nothing and placed the breakfast in front of Feng Zejian.

Feng Zejian noticed an interesting scene: whenever he approached one of the breakfasts, one girl would have a happy expression on her face, while the other girls would frown slightly.

This four-way choice of death is no challenge for the seasoned veteran, Feng Zejian.

"My arms are a little sore, you guys feed me."

Yuka Ikeda's beautiful eyes revealed disdain, Sayaka Yanase was rather shy, Chinatsu Shimada felt it was a bit inappropriate, but Rusa Hayama, who had slept with Kazesawa, was more uninhibited.

"Open your mouth."

Kaze opened his mouth obediently, and Zaojian Liusha's delicate pink hands pinched sushi and put it into his mouth.

A look of joy flashed across his face.

With this one taking the lead, the other girls couldn't care less about anything else.

One by one, they stuffed their breakfasts into Feng Zejian's mouth.

Because the infirmary was on the first floor, and the bed in the Kazesawa room was near the window without curtains drawn, this scene was captured by a member of the news department outside.

After breakfast, the girls still stayed around Feng Zejian.

Feng Zejian scratched his head.

"I'm only wearing underwear. Can you give me some privacy to change my clothes?"

Upon hearing this, the girls turned and left.

Feng Zejian put on his clothes and followed the girls who were waiting at the door back to the club activity room.

Kana Kumagai's new rule is that each member of the club must attend two full self-study sessions in class, and the club activity room cannot be more than half full during class time.

This means that the members of the Spirit Research Society will have to stagger their schedules.

Currently, only Chinatsu Shimada and Kazesawa Mama are in the activity room.

The two are playing a duet at this moment.

We've already formed a team, so we can't just skip a single practice session.

The two couldn't be said to be in perfect sync; they were simply confused.

When gathered together, they are a pile of dung; when scattered, they are a sky full of stars.

The two had many problems cooperating, but both had a good attitude.

After practicing for about two hours, Feng Zejian's cheeks were a little sore from the wind, so he lay down on the hard sponge mat he used for playing video games.

Chinatsu Shimada put her hands into a custom-made massage machine to give them a massage.

A pianist's hands can be considered the most precious organ in their entire body.

Therefore, Chinatsu Shimada's hands are more beautiful than others'.

Chapter 42 Why did you provoke them?

Feng Zejian tilted his head and looked at the girl who was deliberately dressed in a very individualistic way.

"I've wanted to ask you this before: do you dress like this to express your individuality, to confront someone, or to vent your dissatisfaction?"

Chinatsu Shimada looked at Kazesawa.

"I guess so. After all, it's hard to be happy when you're forced to make something you're not interested in into your life's work."

Did you ever resist?

Chinatsu Shimada smiled wryly. "Of course, it felt like I was fighting against the world. I still can't forget the scene when I simply said I didn't want to play the piano, and everyone around me, including my best friend, came to persuade me."

"Everyone says you should, you're the best, you need, but no one asks me why I like it or why I don't. I almost succeeded in rebelling, but I lost in the most important game, which extinguished my last hope."

"Was the opponent too strong, or was my mindset not right, or was I tricked by someone?"

Chinatsu Shimada remained silent for a long time.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

Kazezawa took over Shimada Chinatsu's words.

"The important thing is that you chose a path that everyone is satisfied with except for yourself, and your individuality is just to prove that the oppressed, unable-to-be-yourself version of yourself still exists."

Chinatsu Shimada did not deny it. "No wonder Kazazawa-kun is so popular with girls; you really know how to read girls' minds."

"To me, you're just acting like a clown, trying to prove what the point of your life is."

"It's great that clowns can bring joy to those around them."

"But what about you? Are you happy?"

Chinatsu Shimada remained silent upon hearing this.

"If you can't resist it, then try to find fun outside of your career, like when you went to buy milk tea yourself before."

Chinatsu Shimada joked:

"And then that kind of thing happened."

The two looked at each other and smiled simultaneously.

After a short break, the two resumed their practice.

This time, the two changed their approach, not focusing on ensemble playing but alternating between different musical pieces, and the effect was surprisingly good.

Driven by Kazesawa's emotions, Shimada Chinatsu also began to get into the zone.

The two lay on the ground, exhausted and covered in sweat, tilting their heads to look at each other.

Chinatsu Shimada smiled slightly. "I've discovered that we're surprisingly compatible."

Which aspect are you referring to?

A strange light flickered in Shimada Chinatsu's eyes as she asked with a hint of anticipation:

"What aspect do you prefer?"

Feng Zejian forced a smile.

"Although I know that Chika is beautiful even without makeup, I can't bring myself to have any bad intentions towards you right now."

Chinatsu Shimada sneered. "Hmph, men really are all visual creatures."

Feng Zejian shrugged.

"You might as well just say he's a lecherous man who judges people by their looks."

Feng Zejian had a very fulfilling day.

As school was about to end, Kazema called Rio Sawada and said he might not be going home that night.

After finishing the phone call, I turned around and went to the supermarket to shop.

Today he plans to make offerings to the Eight Hundred Temples.

To complete Kana Kumagai's mission, one must have a thorough understanding of Kanba Ward, and to gain a foothold in Kanba Ward, one must rely on the support of Master Hachisak.

The reason why Kazema agreed to Kumagai Kana's request was twofold: first, he was attracted to her body, and second, he was driven by instinctive curiosity.

He was also quite curious about what exactly happened in that leaf-viewing area.

He returned to the club activity room where he was all alone, locked the door, and waited quietly for night to fall.

At this moment, Feng Zejian suddenly thought of something: why did he have to wait until night? Couldn't he do it during the day?

Thinking this, Feng Zejian took out a yellow talisman and looked at it with some confusion.

By the way, how do you use this thing?

As he examined it, the yellow talisman transformed into a stream of energy and opened a hole in front of him.

Feng Zejian quickly put on the Ultraman mask he bought at the supermarket and stepped inside with two large bags of things.

It's daytime here in the foliage viewing area, so it seems that although this space has been stripped away, it's still like the outside world and can be illuminated by the sun.

The sky was a bit dark, but it still gave people a strong sense of security. Following his memory, Kazema searched for the home of Hachiyoji step by step.

During this time, Feng Zejian saw many weak spirits huddled in the shadows.

It seems this unlucky thing can't stand the light of day.

Feng Zejian, being impulsive, picked up a stone from the roadside and threw it over.

The weak spirit in the shadows opened its terrifying eyes and frantically chased after Feng Zejian.

They ran wildly through the wind and marshland.

He cursed himself as he ran.

"Why did you have to provoke that bad luck?"

At that moment, Yaoji was in the courtyard, pinching the last piece of fruit gummies with her huge fingers. She was a little reluctant to part with it, but she also wanted to eat it.

Just as she stuck out her long, thick tongue, a scream came from the distance.

"Brothers, I was wrong, please forgive me, I will never dare to disturb your sleep again."

Yaoji put the fruit gummy into the box, got up and walked outside.

As Feng Zejian frantically fled for his life, he saw Yaoji Temple emerging from the courtyard. Which of the two Yaoji Temples, already incredibly tall, was even more majestic?

The red clothes from the previous night have now turned into white clothes.

Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a dress, except that it's rather short, only covering the upper part of the thighs.

And those eyes were no longer empty and frightening, but rather clear and blue.

Feng Zejian grabbed onto Ruoling's leg in time, looking at him arrogantly.

"You bunch of little brothers, what did I do wrong? If you don't want to live, step forward and let me see."

The weak spirits acted on instinct, and the spiritual power emanating from the eight hundred temples in front of them was beyond their ability to resist, so they all turned and fled.

While taking advantage of the situation, Fengze was truly using his whole body to feel the coolness and smoothness of Yaoji's long legs.

Yaoji Temple quietly watched Fengzejian.

Kazema also felt Yaoji's gaze and let go of his hand.

Kazema handed the two bags of snacks to Yaoji. "These are for you."

Yaoji was a beat slow to respond, "Thank you."

Feng Zejian carried two bags of delicious food and entered the courtyard.