Genius Scammers Want an Easy Life After Reincarnation

Just in the middle of the middle school building, I was visiting a cafeteria where the first and second floors were connected by a blow-out.

On the ground floor, there is a simple table and chair for four people, and a counter seat for one person is lined up by the window.

Nearly 70% of the seats were filled with students laughing with snacks to distract them from a little hunger until dinner.

There is also a seat on the second floor that protrudes like a loft, but there is not one child here.

The number of seats is not as large, and the table and chairs seem to be so expensive that they can't be compared to those on the first floor.

If you look directly at Lukulu, there is a special seat like I mentioned earlier.

... I see, a dedicated area built for some rich people.

It's a bad hobby to be able to look down on the ground floor again.

Anyway, it's not like there were people or anything in that place.

We need to get them to use the first floor somehow.

"Does a private seat mean you always eat there?

"Yes, that's right. Not only do I search for vacant seats to walk around, but I also carry my own meal. That's what ordinary people do."

Not only are there designated seats, but there are also such services.

Today, I'm going to give you a special seat, and I'll continue to laugh bitterly at Lukulu, who I'm good at.

Then, after climbing the stairs leading to the upstairs seating, he took Lukulu's hand.

"Oh, you! What are you--"

"Wait a minute, there's something wrong."

He grabbed Lukulu's wrist and pointed his other hand towards the table lined up.

"... what do you know about signs like that?

"I didn't come here without any ability. First I'll show you what I can do as a fortuneteller."

That's how I slowly moved my hand toward the table.

A table in front of you, a sofa seat in the back, a round table for two with a view on the ground floor ——

Lukulu's eyes have been following me all along.

Conversely, I am not looking at my seat at all. [M]

With subtle facial changes and a pulse of gripped wrists, no one else, Lulu himself, can teach you a private seat.

In this way, when the palm of the hand is pointed at the seat by the window, the rhythm of the blinking, which was kept constantly apart, collapses.

Until then, I've been following you with an interesting eye, but I'm not looking at the table consciously.

Meet me at close range.

Which means I completely lost sight of the table.

Wait here.

That's how I walk to the window seat. [M]

The table itself seems luxurious and there is nothing unusual about it.

Clean cloth is worn and ready to use.

Well, here's a job.

Crouching back to Lukulu, he opened the bag he was holding while pretending to be examining the table.

The contents are neat and tidy with only girls' products.

I found a pen and a sticky note from there and borrowed them.

I broke the lower half of the sticky note and put the upper half in my pocket.

I quickly ran the pen on the remaining piece of paper and returned it to the bag as if nothing had been borrowed.

All right, you're all set.

I stand up and greet Lukulu. [M]

"Where do you usually sit?

The suspicious look of Lulu pointed to the right window.

After all, when I exhaled regrettably, I turned up the cloth at Lukulu's indicated position.

and a piece of paper fell down like it was stirred by the wind pressure.

"Oh, there's something under the tablecloth..."

The lucle that picked it up screamed shortly.

And as I moved my neck busily to watch my surroundings, I approached and grabbed my arm gently.

"It's the identity of the bad signs I felt. When I look at that face, I'm sure it's addressed to you."

"Well, how did you know? This is my seat....."

The hyperventilating lucle only had a piece of paper that said, "Enjoy the moment now."

"I told you, I felt bad. Do you know the sender?

"Ah, no! This... ah, but this paper...!

Lucle pulls the bag from me and goes fishing inside and pulls out the note.

And he compared it with the piece of paper, and began to tremble with his lips.

"It's the same as the one I usually use. That means....."

"Someone close enough to know it, or someone who's seen it all the time. Maybe even now somewhere..."

The power of grasping Lukulu's arm becomes stronger.

When I held my shoulders together to calm down, instead of being shaken off, I began to keep my weight from the other side.

Phew, exhale a little.

I became a fictional friend and Lukul himself created a fictional Phantom.

This clears the second obstacle.

It depends on how many Phantoms will do their job in the future.

Now, let's try one more time.