CHAPTER 61: 56. SENIOR LOG, LOG, BIG LOG!

The next day, the last week of April arrived.

"Ah~"

Fujiwara Reya rubbed his eyes and squeezed into the train carriage on the Central Line.

On the way to Shibuya, he received a message from Kasahara Asuka on Line.

[Asuka: Please answer me, the 100 questions about Senpai—Question 3: Where does Senpai want to go on a date with Asuka?]

Fujiwara glanced at it, locked his phone, and put it back in his pocket.

A few seconds later, the relentless junior sent another message.

[Kasahara: Senpai, why did you read it without replying! o(╥﹏╥)o]

Line is such a terrifying app!

Especially this "Read" feature, it’s as if it’s designed to completely destroy people like him who believe in "silence is golden."

[Fujiwara: What date, it’s a waste of time!]

[Fujiwara: Besides, I’m memorizing Spanish vocabulary right now, don’t disturb me.]

[Asuka: Senpai is so diligent, really amazing *\(^o^)/*]

Then, the junior sent a chubby penguin emoji with a small fist, probably meaning to cheer him on.

Fujiwara turned his phone to silent mode, turned off the vibration, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The junior’s energy was too overwhelming, he felt a bit overwhelmed.

"Shibuya arrived, please disembark in an orderly manner."

The train reached the station, Fujiwara perked up, squeezed through the crowded corridor, and headed towards Kitagawa Academy.

As May approached, the sunlight began to become scorching, and everything within sight was quite bright.

The cherry blossoms on the slope were more splendid each day. Walking on the petals covering the asphalt road felt like walking through a sea of flowers. But Fujiwara knew this was the last week of the bloom, the cherry blossoms were burning their last life with all they’ve got.

"Hi~"

Across the street, a girl waved her hand happily, her uniform shirt forming lovely folds around her full bosom.

"Achoo~"

Fujiwara unexpectedly sneezed, feeling like he was haunted by something unclean.

"Good morning, Senpai!"

Kasahara Asuka skipped over energetically, carrying her small schoolbag and wearing small leather shoes.

Fujiwara kept walking, "Good morning."

"The cherry blossoms are so beautiful this year," Kasahara Asuka caught up with him and walked alongside him under the cherry blossoms.

"They’re okay."

Fujiwara replied nonchalantly.

There were indeed many cherry blossoms in Tokyo, but compared to the profusion in Hidden God Town, they were a bit inferior. Speaking of Hidden God Town, he wondered if his father kept Sadako Aunty’s videotape; he had to go back and find it during the summer vacation.

It’s been a while since he watched Sadako Aunty getting stuck on the screen.

He missed her.

"Senpai, do you have something on your mind?" Kasahara Asuka looked at him with her big round eyes.

"I need to change my shoes first."

Fujiwara quickened his pace and walked towards his shoe locker.

"Wooden head, wooden head, bleh bleh bleh~" Kasahara Asuka puffed her cheeks and stuck her tongue out at him from behind.

Back in Class 2F, Ikeda Aoshu and a few other boys were gathered, continuing their discussion on the topic of "junior girl’s knee-high socks."

During this time, he had always carried the blame for stealing socks. Of course, few believed it was him, but they used it as a joke.

"I’ll say it again, I haven’t seen those two pairs of socks!"

Of course, you wouldn’t see them... Fujiwara calmly walked past Ikeda Aoshu.

Sitting back in his seat, he took out a book from his bag and smelled the socks while he had the chance.

After more than half a month of evaporation, the sweaty smell had already dissipated.

The black knee-high socks had no residual smell, but the white knee-high socks still had a faint citrus fragrance, which smelled quite pleasant.

Why didn’t the black ones have a citrus scent?

Could it be that the white ones had been worn longer and had absorbed the junior’s body scent?

Just as Fujiwara was about to closely study the structure of the socks, Ikeda Aoshu slammed the desk and said through clenched teeth, "Don’t let me find out who has those two pairs of socks, or I’ll definitely stuff them into his mouth after not washing for a month and a half, letting him have a taste!"

After saying this, he didn’t forget to turn his head to his buddy, "Mr. Fujiwara, you’ll help me find that pervert, right?"

"Yeah, yeah."

Fujiwara nodded vigorously, maintaining a serious expression.

Mr. Ikeda, to avoid suffering from stinky socks, you better not think about clearing your name.

At 8:30 in the morning, Wakina Haruka walked into the classroom on time, holding her teaching materials and wearing black silk high heels.

The sunshine was bright, and the white clouds drifted leisurely.

The sea breeze blowing in from Tokyo Bay swayed the white curtains, making one feel comfortable, and the air was filled with the unique breath of spring.

In class, the female teacher was earnestly explaining the classical literature lesson on the podium, while students fantasized about the beautiful teacher giving them special attention, and Fujiwara quietly pondered his demonic life.

This is the tranquility of time.

As evening approached, the school bell rang.

Fujiwara stood up as usual, tidied his uniform, picked up his bag, and left.

He felt relaxed and happy.

As a student, he was done for the day!

Although it seemed like nothing was accomplished that day, his skills didn’t improve, and he still hadn’t earned any money, there wasn’t a bit of guilt about wasting time because he learned a lot and his chance of getting into Tokyo University increased slightly.

An ordinary high school student’s life is just that plain and boring.

All matters concerning demons and ghosts should be faced by Fujiwara Priest, what’s it got to do with Fujiwara?

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Time passed quickly.

The cherry blossoms bloomed freely in the last spring glory, followed by the night rain that knocked them down.

Over a few days, aside from Asuka’s harassments, Fujiwara hadn’t encountered any major troubles.

No mother spider came seeking revenge, and the construction site at Kitahara Family continued without a hitch. He continued his monotonous daily routine along a fixed trajectory.

In the morning, he jogged occasionally and chatted with Yukino Ritsuko. On Tuesday, he had some of her self-made bread for free, but the taste and texture were both hard to swallow. On Wednesday morning, Honda Cub failed to start, so after school, he took the warranty card to the dealer for repairs, only to be told that a flooded vehicle isn’t covered by warranty.

Fujiwara noted the self-pay repair bill in a small notebook.

A total of 23,000 yen.

Kasahara’s 100 questions were answered up to Question 18.

Keep it up, Fujiwara!

Hang in there, you’ll soon be free of her!

"Buzz~"

The phone on the desk vibrated.

[Asuka: Answer me, the 100 questions about Senpai! Question 19: What are Senpai’s interests?]

Fujiwara, who was solving math problems, put down his pen and picked up his phone.

After a week of training, he seemed to have gotten used to the junior’s untimely harassments and no longer felt the frustration of being interrupted.

[Fujiwara: Solving math problems.]

[Asuka: ?]

[Fujiwara: Any doubts?]

[Asuka: When I type "?", it’s not that I have a question, but that I think you have a problem.]

[Fujiwara: Is liking to solve math problems a problem?]

[Asuka: It’s a big problem, a waste of medicine even if rescued. Senpai, just dig a hole and bury yourself.]

[Fujiwara: I need to correct your point. Mathematics is the most organized subject in the world. Whenever facing numbers, I feel especially secure because all the factors are in their rightful places, clearly revealing their meanings. Besides my parents, nothing else can treat me so well, except for mathematics. Don’t you like mathematics?]

[Asuka: Wooden head! Senpai is a big wooden head!]

[Fujiwara: I have to do my homework now.]

[Asuka: Wait, one last question, why is Senpai joining the Paranormal Research Department? Is there some unspeakable secret with Senior Sister Hoshimi?]

Fujiwara did not reply.

When he says he needs to do homework, he means it. If he responds to her message again, she would cling onto him all night. Having learned from the previous evenings’ experiences, Fujiwara has learned to ignore her.

The pen tip scraped on the paper, making a soft rustling sound.

Fine dust particles floated in the air, while a few moths circled around the yellowing lampshade. After a while, seemingly bored, they fluttered their wings and left.

"Ah~"

Fujiwara stretched lazily.

On the desk were Asuka’s knee-high socks and a Spanish verb conjugation chart, with a calendar featuring a landscape of Mount Fuji on the wall.

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he hid the two pairs of knee-high socks in a drawer, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.