Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

Night Star sat on the ground, looking speechless.

"I was the one who meticulously rubbed it, I was the one who transformed into Ultraman, and I was the one who exhausted my spiritual power. You, Miss Futaba, had it easy, didn't you?"

Rio Futaba's cheeks flushed red. She took out her glasses from her pocket, put them on, and harrumphed softly.

"I know you worked hard this time. I'll find a way to reward you later."

Yukino Yukinoshita covered her mouth and chuckled, teasing meaningfully.

"I don't think you want to reward Night Star, but yourself, right?"

"You… you just went through a battle, and you're still so sharp-tongued?"

"Heh heh, I'm not like some people who are panting from exhaustion and still thinking about those things."

…

While the girls were subtly trading barbs and verbally sparring, Night Star stood up, walked to Amano Hina's side, pointed to the sky above, and smiled.

"The sunny weather and you are both back. Perfect clear! Achievement unlocked!"

Amano Hina looked at the clear sky and couldn't help but smile.

She looked at Night Star beside her, her eyes flickering. To be honest, she really wanted to give him a big hug and a passionate kiss.

But…

Listening to Yukino Yukinoshita single-handedly holding her own against Mai Sakurajima and Rio Futaba, Yui Yuigahama laughing awkwardly while trying to mediate, and Miko Yotsuya sighing speechlessly, Amano Hina gave up the idea that would likely make her a public enemy.

She could kiss him in private later, however she wanted.

"Speaking of…"

Amano Hina looked at the clear sky, curiously asking.

"How did you know that after destroying that guy, the weather would return to normal?"

To Amano Hina's surprise, Night Star gave an unexpected answer.

"Oh, just a wild guess."

"A wild guess? But if you guessed wrong…"

"Didn't I say?"

Night Star looked directly into Amano Hina's eyes and said softly.

"Compared to the sunny weather, I would choose Amano Hina without hesitation."

A straight-ball attack, and another straight-ball attack without any cooldown!

Amano Hina felt her heart about to jump out of her chest.

She had completely fallen.

On the way home, a red thread representing the god of Itomori suddenly appeared in front of Amano Hina.

She paused for a moment, then lowered her voice.

"Thank you for today. Otherwise, Night Star wouldn't have been able to find me."

"Heh heh heh… well…"

The god of Itomori first chuckled awkwardly, then formed a sentence that, in an invisible way, launched another straight-ball attack at Amano Hina.

"Actually… my red string was cut off when you entered that area."

"Night Star-sama was able to enter that area, which means you two… you know what I mean, right?"

Chapter 243: Meeting of Single-Pushers, Yukino Yukinoshita Requests External Assistance

Thus, the members of the Supernatural Club completed their first god-slaying operation.

This was only the first time.

But it will definitely not be the last time.

On the road ahead…

I'm afraid there are still many gods to be slain.

…

That afternoon, in Suga's editorial office.

Natsumi Suga looked at the article she wrote and published yesterday about the Legend of the Sunshine Girl, picked up a cold beer, took a big gulp, and muttered to herself.

"Is it luck… or is there some special arrangement for me?"

Natsumi Suga's current situation can be described in one sentence.

She caught the incredible fortune that fell from the sky.

Yesterday, at Night Star's request, Natsumi Suga wrote another article about the Sunshine Girl. This time, the focus was not on the Sunshine Girl herself, but on exploring the ethical dilemma of restoring the weather to normal versus sacrificing an innocent girl as a human sacrifice.

And she also expressed her position frankly in the article.

"In this day and age, in Kyoto, in this city where 'Mask' was born, such ignorant, foolish, and evil things must not happen."

"'Mask' never compromises, and we should do the same."

When it was published yesterday, although Natsumi Suga herself had traffic due to her recent multiple reports, this report, which was too detached from reality and resembled a ghost story, mainly aimed at guiding public opinion, did not cause too much heat, and can only be said to have a moderate degree of discussion.

And today…

After Kyoto TV released "Mask's" speech video about the Sunshine Girl and the God of Weather, the result was predictable.

This report, which completely coincided with "Mask's" own views, directly exploded in popularity.

As an independent media person, the attention Natsumi Suga's account is now receiving is comparable to those famous media in Kyoto, and even more so.

And in less than two months, she was able to jump from a small media writer whose income could not even maintain basic living to the current level. Natsumi Suga naturally knew who she should thank the most.

She just didn't quite understand… There are so many media outlets in Kyoto, and there are countless freelance writers.

If Night Star is "Mask", why would he choose her?

Could it be…

Did he take a fancy to her professional skills?

The key is that she is not very professional either.

"In short, treating him to a meal to express my gratitude is the most basic etiquette… And the matter of Meiko Honma should also be discussed face-to-face, which is easier to explain…"

Natsumi Suga told herself this, but she knew very well that these were all excuses.

She simply wanted to see Yosuke, just to have a meal with him.

If she could also manage to get a date…

It wouldn’t be unacceptable.

… …

Meanwhile, in a certain commercial street in Kyoto.

“‘Masked,’ so cool!”

Kyoto's number one Masked fan, Kyouka Kawasaki, wearing a small skirt and dressed very adorably, stopped in her tracks when she passed an electronics store and saw the Masked's speech video playing on the LCD TV displayed outside. Although she had watched it several times at home, she still couldn't tear herself away.

Her sister, Saki Kawasaki, looked helpless.

If it was just watching it once, that would be fine.

But Kyoto TV, whether trying to hype up the popularity or because the person in charge was also a Masked fan, had specifically allocated this channel to repeatedly rebroadcast the Masked's speech video, as well as the live recording of the Sunny Doll Killer incident, and even edited a highlight reel.

This was too much for Kyouka Kawasaki.

The sisters…

had been standing here for almost half an hour.

“Shouldn't we be going soon?”

Hearing Saki Kawasaki's words, Kyouka Kawasaki reluctantly looked away from the TV screen, saying longingly.

“Sister… let me watch for a little longer…”

Looking at her younger sister's pitiful appearance, Saki Kawasaki shook her head with an amused smile, both doting and helpless.

“Honestly, you can see the real person, why do you have to watch these TV recordings?”

Hearing this, Kyouka Kawasaki deliberately put on a slightly unhappy look and muttered softly.

“I haven't seen Big Brother since you guys went to Tokyo last time. I haven't had a chance to see the real person.”

“That…”

Saki Kawasaki was taken aback, her pretty face slightly flushed. She brushed her long hair behind her ear, pretending to be casual and uncaring.

“There's no way… I haven't had a chance to be alone with Yosuke since returning from Tokyo. There's just been too much going on lately, and I can't help…”

“Sigh.”

Seeing her older sister clearly wanting to see Big Brother but pretending not to care, Kyouka Kawasaki couldn't help but sigh.

How pathetic.

If it were her, she would have already won big.

“If you don't take the initiative to ask him out, how will you meet? Hmm?”

Kyouka Kawasaki looked up at the clear sky with a look of disappointment, lost in thought.

“Judging from the weather turning clear, Big Brother must have won. I wonder if he was injured… Okay, use that as a reason to call and check on Big Brother. If he's injured, you can take care of him. If he's not injured, ask him out to meet, understand?”

“Mee… meet… meet?”

Saki Kawasaki started to stutter nervously.

“Ask… ask him out… what… what should I do?”

“How would I know?”

Kyouka Kawasaki now understood how Zhuge Liang felt back then.

It really is easier to know the heavens than to defy them.

“If it really doesn't work, just flip through a dating manual, watch a movie, have a coffee, have a meal together, or go shopping, whatever you want. Just try not to come back at night.”

“Don't… don't come back? What… what are you talking about…”

Looking at her older sister, who looked like a delinquent girl on the outside, but was surprisingly innocent when talking about this kind of topic, and whose fair skin even flushed red with shyness, Kyouka Kawasaki sighed again, saying earnestly.

“Sister, you can't compete with them like this.”

Speaking of which, Kyouka Kawasaki suddenly seemed to remember something, and realized.

“That's right, you can ask Marin-nee for advice. Judging by her appearance, she should have a lot of dating experience. With her advice, maybe you can barely compete with Mai-nee and the others.”

Hearing this, Saki Kawasaki's expression became even more complicated.

In order not to let her younger sister show any hostility towards her friend Marin Kitagawa, she had not yet told her about Marin Kitagawa wanting to compete with her.

Besides…

“Don't look at Marin dressing so flashy usually, she's actually never been in a relationship, just like me. Asking her for dating advice? Forget about it.”

Kyouka Kawasaki pouted, her small face filled with two words.

Worry.

Too worried.

The younger sister is about to fight to the death, why is the older sister surrendering first?

Just as the two sisters were talking, they suddenly heard a girl's surprised voice, accompanied by the sound of roller skates scraping on the ground, coming from behind them from far to near.

“Wow, it's ‘Masked’!”

Rikka Takanashi skated all the way to the LCD TV, and the eye that wasn't covered by the eyepatch shone with adoration and excitement as she watched the “Masked” highlight reel playing inside.

“So cool!”

Kyouka Kawasaki saw this cute girl with baby fat on her face, wearing Gothic-style clothes, suddenly running over, and heard her praise for “Masked”. Noticing the same adoring and excited look as herself, she couldn't help but wonder.