Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

“Eh?”

Yukino felt a little surprised.

Yozora can make websites?

While maintaining the top grade in the year, and having club activities after school, she can still master an extracurricular skill?

Just what is this guy hiding?

Yukino looked half-believing, half-doubting.

“Can you really do it?”

“Look at what you're saying, I'm too good at it.”

Yozora replied nonchalantly.

“The resentment of a programmer who dies suddenly is very strong.”

“Uh…”

Yukino didn't understand what necessary connection there was between a programmer dying suddenly and him being able to make websites.

But since Yozora can do it, that makes things easier.

“Then I'll leave it to you.”

Just as Yukino finished speaking, Yozora suddenly stretched out his right hand and held up a gesture of four fingers in front of her.

A look of doubt appeared on Yukino's pretty face.

“What does that mean?”

Yozora said calmly.

“Counting this one, I'm leading you by four requests.”

Yukino frowned slightly.

“Didn't you say that I wasn't worthy of competing with you?”

Yozora also frowned upon hearing this.

“Don't make false accusations, I didn't say that, Touma and Kazuha said it, don't shift the blame.”

Yukino recalled for a moment, and it seemed that was indeed the case.

After she said she wanted to compete with Yozora, although most of the members in the club looked at her with the eyes of an idiot, Touma and Kazuha also made a very aggressive speech.

But…

Yozora, as the person involved, didn't actually say that she wasn't worthy of competing with him.

Just as Yukino's expression softened slightly, she heard Yozora add with a chuckle.

“However, what Touma and Kazuha said is indeed correct.”

“Your childish help is indeed not something you can compete with me on.”

Yukino's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, and just as she was about to retort, Yozora quickly added.

“If you don't believe me, you can go ask your sister.”

… …

On the other side, in a large shopping mall in the downtown area of Kyoto.

“This wig… well, the color is about the same, but it's a bit too long, I can buy it back and cut it.”

Kitagawa Marin bent over, looking at the various fancy wigs on the shelves.

Kawasaki Saki stood aside, comparing the photos on her phone and communicating with Marin.

Sakurajima Mai wore sunglasses and a sun hat, and was picking out accessories in the accessory area with Futaba Rio and others.

Every member of the Super-Dimensional Research Society is a top-tier beautiful girl in Soubu High School.

So many people gathered together naturally attracted the attention of other people in the store.

Of course, this is a specialty store mainly selling women's clothing and accessories, and there are no male customers at all, so naturally no one will come up to flirt.

Even if there really is…

As long as Kawasaki Saki glances with that disgusted look, ordinary people will be scared away.

“Speaking of…”

Yotsuya Miko picked up a skirt and compared it to Futaba Rio, while speaking.

“I haven't seen Hachishaku-sama these past two days, and Yozora goes home very early after school every day.”

Futaba Rio pushed her glasses and suddenly changed her expression, whispering.

“Could it be… Yozora ate Hachishaku-sama…?”

“Hiss…”

Yotsuya Miko gasped when she heard this.

Could it really be like this?

She and Futaba Rio have always been able to communicate with Hachishaku-sama because they are spirit power users.

After daily interaction and several dangerous and exciting battles.

The two of them have long regarded Hachishaku-sama as a companion.

Could Yozora really have eaten Hachishaku-sama on a sudden impulse?

According to his almost insane and cruel attitude towards evil spirits…

It's not impossible!

The more Futaba Rio and Yotsuya Miko thought about it, the more terrifying they found it.

They didn't know that the reason why Hachishaku-sama didn't appear was because she was stuffed too full and had turned into cream puffs.

Even evil spirits have their limits.

While Yotsuya Miko and Futaba Rio didn't know what they were talking about, and both had serious expressions, Sakurajima Mai secretly pulled Kitagawa Marin aside and lowered her voice.

“Marin, that outfit I told you about last time…”

“Oh, the pajamas?”

“Yes, the pajamas.”

Sakurajima Mai took out a stack of banknotes from her pocket and quietly placed them in Kitagawa Marin's hand.

“This is the labor fee and material fee, tell me if it's not enough, just make it as soon as possible.”

Kitagawa Marin didn't decline and directly accepted the money.

After all, she doesn't take kickbacks, and if there's any extra, she'll return it to Mai-senpai later.

“The production difficulty of the clothing is not high.”

Kitagawa Marin said with a smile, then added.

“However, Mai-senpai, I need a copy of the size data of various parts of your body.”

Sakurajima Mai asked doubtfully.

“Various parts? Are the three sizes not enough?”

“Not enough.”

Kitagawa Marin shook her head and explained.

“Not only the three sizes, but also the size of the thighs, calves, and neck, which involves those small accessories. If they are a little ill-fitting, it won't feel perfect.”

Hearing the three words 'not perfect,' Sakurajima Mai nodded in agreement.

Until now, she hasn't taken that final step with Yozora, she has only drunk milk several times and used digital postures a few times.

Sakurajima Mai is about to lose her patience.

She is very anxious.

Anxious as she is, but there is only one first time in life, so she must be cautious and leave a perfect memory.

Just then.

Futaba Rio suddenly pulled on Yotsuya Miko's sleeve and lowered her voice.

“Do you feel like someone is watching us in the dark?”

“Hmm?”

Yotsuya Miko frowned slightly and didn't think that Futaba Rio's reaction was a random hunch.

Having been together for so long, she knew that because of her middle school experience, she was always very sensitive to the gazes of outsiders.

Since Futaba Rio said so, it must be that someone is observing them in the dark.

“An evil spirit?”

“No.”

Futaba Rio shook her head, her expression not changing at all, nonchalantly, as if she was chatting casually.

“There's no feeling of twisted malice, it should be a human.”

“Hmm, I got it.”

Yotsuya Miko nodded slightly, then picked up a skirt and compared it to herself, then looked at the shop assistant.

“Can I try it on?”

The shop assistant nodded very politely, maintained a proper smile, and made a gesture of invitation.

“The fitting room is over here, please come with me.”

After entering the fitting room and locking the door, Yotsuya Miko didn't put on the skirt in her hand, but said softly.

“Open your eyes, Hyakume.”

Hyakume, wearing a kimono, appeared behind Yotsuya Miko.

“Someone is watching us, go find them.”

Hyakume nodded slightly.

“Okay, I got it.”

She directly passed through the wall of the fitting room and floated towards the outside of the store.

Only Futaba Rio, who is also a spirit power user, can see this scene.

Hyakume floated all the way to the outside of the store, and the dozens of eyes on her body observed the surroundings, absolutely not missing any small detail.

She noticed a touch of gold appearing behind a green potted plant in the mall.

Hyakume first stayed in place.

The next second, her figure flashed suddenly, and she appeared in front of the blonde girl at almost face-to-face distance.

“Hmm… just ordinary shopping?”

The blonde girl squatted on the ground, carefully observing Sakurajima Mai and others in the store, with a green leaf in her right hand blocking her head, just like a ninja.

For Hyakume's sudden approach, let alone a change in expression, she didn't have the slightest reaction.

“Not a spirit power user?”

Hyakume observed the girl and confirmed this.

Even Yotsuya Miko, who has a mental fortitude as strong as the heavens, if she suddenly appeared in front of her, even if she could keep her expression unchanged, her eyes and breathing would still show some fluctuations.

Judging from the other party's unchanging expression, it can only be said that this girl is just an ordinary person.

To say ordinary…

It's actually not ordinary.

This girl is very good-looking, with golden hair combed into a side ponytail, her clothes are very fashionable, with a spicy girl style similar to Kitagawa Marin, and her hands and ten fingers are also painted with light blue nail polish.

Her figure is also very proud.