Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

He swipe across the screen with his thumb.

The phone was connected, and there was a lot of noise in my ears, and a completely different tone from Ina's voice came over: "Ah! It's finally connected! Hello, hello? Is it Furutegawa Kamimi?"

The voice sounded like that of a boy around his age.

"Not only do I know my mobile phone number, but I also know my name..."

Furutegawa thought about it for a while, and replied cautiously: "Yes, I am Furutegawa, who are you?"

"Me? Ah, sorry! Forgot to say! My name is Honjo Sorata, I am a child of Honjo's family. My father asked me to pick you up... Where are you now?"

Home?Kamito Furutokawa immediately understood that the call was from a child of Uncle Ken's acquaintance, not a "It's me, it's me" fraudulent call... But thinking about it, it was so coincidental.

He was more polite: "I just got out of the station, and it's on the right side of the station entrance, and there's luggage at my feet..."

"The person with the luggage at his feet... Ah, I saw it! Wait a minute, I'll go there!"

The phone hangs up.

Furutegawa Shinmi also turned around, and looked back along the line of sight that he had looked at just now.

In front of the gate of the station where he was standing just now, a boy with short hair and round glasses was running towards him.

He looked at the person coming.

The children in this family are thin and short, with white and thin limbs. It seems that they usually don't eat well and are more picky eaters.

His running movements were stiff and uncoordinated, and he blushed and panted after just a few steps, so he probably hadn't exercised much.

Physical fitness seems a little too weak.

"Um... are you Furutegawa Kamimi?" Sorata asked out of breath.

He raised his neck and looked at Furutegawa Shinmi, who was almost two ends taller than him, with shock in his eyes.

Well, what a big man!And it's still pretty?

These eyebrows, these eyes, this nose, this mouth, this face shape... My Lord!Is this the lucky one you licked yourself?

and many more!How could he even have such good skin?

Is he from the country?Shouldn't it be the kind of bronzed, more robust skin?

Now we stand together, how come it seems that I am from the countryside?

Bronze doesn't seem too bad, though.

A storm blew up in Sorata's mind, and he subconsciously became more reserved, just like when he was in school.

The slight advantage of being a Tokyoite was gone in an instant.

Furatekawa Kamimi took two steps back, and then under the slightly blank gaze of Sorata, he cupped his fists and bowed: "It's our first meeting, I'm Furatekawa Kamimi, please come here to pick me up, thank you very much."

So Kong was so dazed that he didn't know where this was the way to say hello, but he quickly followed suit, shaking his hands in a "Gong Xi Fa Cai" posture.

"No, no, no, it's not a big deal. It's actually not far from home."

"This big, handsome guy doesn't seem to be as difficult to get along with as he imagined...and listening to him speak, why does he feel so comfortable?"

"It's still troublesome." Furutegawa Shinmi cupped his hands again.

Sorata is not used to being thanked by people this time, so he hurriedly said, "Let's go back first? It's been a hard journey! I'll help you carry your luggage."

He bent down and rushed to carry the biggest bag on the ground, but...

"Hey, whoop!" Kuta gritted his teeth, blushed, his neck was thick, and the veins on his forehead twitched and twitched, and finally he even shouted the slogan.

But the bag just left the ground a little bit, shook slightly, and almost dented him to the ground.

Kamito Kamito hurriedly took it, for fear that he would fall apart on the spot.

The children in this field are really fragile, and feel like they will break when touched.

"I'll just come..." He was embarrassed to say that the bag contained barbell plates: "Country people, so they have a little more strength."

Sorata was not polite in this field, and he couldn't be polite.

He let go of his hands with a depressed expression, his shoulders and arms were still sore from being pulled.

What exactly is in this bag?Gold ingot?How else could it be so heavy?

He opened his mouth, intending to ask a question, but thinking that everyone had just met, and they were not familiar enough to ask about other things, he bent down again without saying a word, and carried the small bag cautiously.

This bag only contained Furutegawa Shinmi's unfinished bento, so it didn't weigh much.

Benchang Sora picked it up easily, heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, and said nonchalantly, "Please go this way."

Furutegawa God responded and followed beside him.

He followed Benchang Sorata from the street to the alley, and passed several traffic lights along the way, which seemed not as close as Benchang Sorata said.

On the way, for no reason, he was stopped by some girls who asked for his mobile phone number.

Furutegawa Shinjian naturally refused to give it.

You don't know each other, what do you want my phone number for?Do you want to exchange it for a discount card in the store?Don't even think about it!

In this field, Sorata looked envious and jealous.

This guy has just arrived in Tokyo!Why did so many cute girls come to strike up a conversation so quickly?

Obviously he's not bad looking!Moreover, his academic performance is also at the top. He has a gentle personality and is honest. He considers himself a model of contemporary good men.

But even so, he has lived in Tokyo for more than ten years, and he has never met a cute girl who asked for his mobile phone number.

Cut, it's really unreasonable!

Furutegawa Kamimi didn't quite understand why Sora didn't leave the field, but kept staring at him instead.

"Is there something on my face?" He touched the side of his mouth.

Sorata came back to his senses in this field, and subconsciously asked, "I was wondering why you rejected them."

Furutegawa Kamimi was surprised: "Huh? Can't you refuse?"

Strange, is there any reason why he has to give out his mobile phone number?

Eh?etc!

When I came here, Auntie Akiba said that Tokyo likes to bully country people.

So when you stopped him asking for his phone number just now, did you actually want to bully and tease him?

His eyes changed, and his face was full of surprise and uncertainty.

This Tokyo doesn't seem to be as good as it looks...

And this time Sorata was also asked, indeed, there is really no reason to give out the mobile phone number.

His heart was full of pantothenic acid again, it turned out that the thing he admired to death was so worthless in the eyes of others...

He stopped being entangled, carried his bag and continued to walk, and said listlessly: "Actually, my sister and I should pick you up today."

Furutegawa Shinmi, who was still wondering if he was about to be bullied, subconsciously echoed, "Sister Ling?"

"Well, she's a twin sister. Like us, she's a freshman in high school this year." Sora Benchang replied, and then said, "Actually, she was born 5 minutes earlier than me."

Furutekawa said yes when he saw it. They walked all the way just now, and they probably chatted about some basic personal situations.

For example, they are the same age, they are both freshmen in high school this year, and they are still studying in the same school. As for the same class and different classes, I don’t know...

Benchang Sorata continued: "It's just that she has other things temporarily... I hope you don't care."

"Where is it, you are too polite." Kotegawa Shinmi shook his head.

Ken ran all the way to pick him up, that's enough to take care of him, how can he put his nose on his face and act like that person who doesn't know what's good or what's wrong.

Benchang Sora hummed, looked ahead, and concentrated on walking.

But soon, he turned his head again, and asked suspiciously: "Aren't you curious about what my sister is doing?"

Furutegawa Kamami was also taken aback, seeing his expression of "Quickly ask me", he couldn't help feeling puzzled.

Why should I wonder what your sister is up to?

It's impolite to inquire about other people's privacy, right?And I'm really not curious at all!

He shook his head honestly.

Sorata was disappointed in this scene, and he said listlessly: "Well, actually, she went to accompany her girlfriend."

Furutegawa Shinmi was really not interested, and didn't want to inquire about anything, but thought he heard it wrong.

"Your sister... her girlfriend?"

Sora propped up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, with an inscrutable expression on his face: "Well, she has a very close girlfriend who is inseparable every day."

"Oh..." Furutegawa Shinmi nodded, and his understanding of Tokyo deepened.

After talking about this topic, Sorata felt much more comfortable in this field, and began to act as a tour guide for Furutegawa Shinmi.

Which food is delicious, which store does not slaughter customers, which store will hold activities on the day of the week, and which place you can see when you pass by in the evening, you can see a bunny girl in black or a girl with dead water... let Furutegawa couldn't help nodding his head when he heard it, remembering everything in his heart.

That's all he needs to know.

Oh, excluding black hiss and dead pool water, he's not interested in those.

"...The commercial street where my family lives is not far from where you live. When school starts, we can go to school together."

Benjo Sorata lives in a commercial street in the northernmost part of Bunkyo District, and his family runs a wagashi shop.

"That's really great!" Furutegawa Shinmi said sincerely.

Because he completed the exam and interview online, it was really the first time he came here, and his eyes were really darkened.

Including where he lives and where the school is, everything is still unclear.

The space in this field has helped him a lot.

This field Sorata didn't care about these: "Your luggage logistics company has sent it to your home... Is that your home? The house looks old, but it's pretty good, and there is a yard."

"The house belongs to my uncle." Furutegawa Shinmi briefly explained.

In fact, the house was not bought by Uncle Jian, it was passed down from Uncle Jian's family, and it can also be said to be the ancestral house of the family.

As for why Uncle Jian and Aunt Akiba didn't live in Tokyo, he could probably guess part of the reason.

Sorata nodded, feeling slightly emotional: "It's really good, it can save a lot of rent."