Precisely because of that, the fact that someone reached out to help her at that moment made it all the more meaningful.
Not to mention, the one who helped her was a breathtakingly beautiful boy.
'Isn't this just like something out of a shoujo manga?'
If it were a more love-crazed girl, she might already be imagining where their kids would go to school.
Anon wasn't that much of a fangirl. She only thought about the child's name cough, just kidding.
In any case, a drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring.
Anon-chan here has always been a grateful child.
'Having received such great grace, how can I just act like nothing happened?'
'Now I have no choice but to repay with my body~'
'Let's have two children after marriage, one boy and one girl', Just imagining the babies inheriting the excellent genes of both her and Kaito made Anon's lips curl up in a silly "hehe" smile.
'But I wonder whether Kaito-kun have plans to go abroad?'
After all, she was a native japanese girl, and she still worried about adjusting to life in a foreign country
'No no, my thoughts are getting way too off track!'
'We haven't even taken the first step. If Kaito-kun misunderstands and thinks I am a crazy woman, that will be terrible.'
Chihaya Anon patted her cheeks, pulling herself back from her pleasant fantasy of the future, and once again showed a bright, friendly smile, "Anyway, how about we exchange contact info first? Give me a chance to repay you~"
"No need to repay," Kaito glanced down at his phone but didn't refuse the request to exchange contact info.
Unexpectedly, even though she seemed like a cheerful and energetic beauty, Chihaya's social account was surprisingly simple.
Even her profile picture was a pink lotus flower. If her ID had been something like "Virtue like Water" or "Blooming Wealth," it would've been fatal.
Noticing his gaze lingering on her profile picture, Chihaya Anon puffed out her chest proudly, "How is it? Isn't this design pretty? I spent a long time carefully choosing it."
It wasn't a matter of whether it looked good it was more like even my 800-year-old master would have picked something trendier than you.
Kaito didn't understand but respectfully offered a blessing, "Chihaya-san's taste is quite unique."
"Humph! Humph~ Lots of people say that~", Chihaya Anon placed her hands on her hips. When she smiled, her little tiger teeth showed. Cuteness level: Five Stars. [T/N: For this, leave a five star review]
Although she exuded a dumb and adorable vibe, in terms of appearance alone, Anon was undoubtedly a beautiful girl.
Her dreamy cherry blossom pink hair shimmered brilliantly in the afternoon sunlight, and her gray eyes curved into lovely crescent moons. Her voice had a slight nasal tone, but unlike others, that was just how Anon was naturally.
"And also, calling me Chihaya-san is too formal. Kaito-kun can just call me by my name~"
'S-So scary! Such strong social skills!', In the corner, Bocchi had been secretly observing the situation here.
At first, it was just because the new transfer student had the same pink hair as her, which made Bocchi a little curious.
Later, when she saw that Anon seemed to know the president, that curiosity turned into fear and anxiety.
Their hair colors were the same, but their personalities were polar opposites.
She was introverted, timid, and would rather hide in a trash can than face strangers.
But Anon, although also socially anxious, was a socially dangerous person.
'They haven't even spoken a few words, and she is already asking the president to call her by name. What terrifying aggressiveness!'
'Compared to Chihaya-san, Iplain and shyhave no competitiveness at all. I even lost the advantage of having pink hair.'
'W-What if the president decides to have her replace me in the Supernatural Research Club?'
Just imagining a future where one day the president walks up and coldly says: ("This one's not needed anymore") made Gotou Hitori feel like the sky was collapsing.
But there's no way she had the guts to stop Anon's approach toward the president either.
As the little social anxiety girl panicked and spun in circles, a sudden idea popped into her mind.
'S-Since Chihaya-san is a normie, then what if I use normie-targeted magic against her?'
So
Gotou Hitori pulled out her phone and quickly opened a chat window with a certain contact.
[Kita-senpai, it's decided, you're the chosen one!]
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Chapter 104: Mori Minamis Invitation
"Want to go grab a coffee after school?"
Anon didn't know that her cherry pink long hair had triggered a certain socially anxious pink-haired girl as if facing a mortal enemy, to the point she even called for backup.
The girl was still full of enthusiasm, waving the phone in her hand, "I know a super great caf nearby. Tons of people recommended it on social media~ Want to give it a try? My treat~"
Anon came from a good family. Maybe not a true heiress of a wealthy clan, but with a Land Rover at home and the money to study abroad, being middle class was no problem.
With both parents present, never lacking in money or love since childhood, it was no wonder she had grown such a personality, like a radiant little sun, full of vitality.
Kaito didn't dislike this kind of girls. Although Anon's behavior bordered on being overly friendly, in his eyes she was more like a pink-haired retriever that loved people.
'Is it a bit rude to think that way?'
Still, seeing the girl looking at him full of anticipation, as if an invisible fluffy tail was wagging madly behind her, Kaito pondered for two seconds and then shook his head, "No need to treat me, I've got some things to take care of today."
"T-that so", The expression on Anon's pretty face visibly dimmed, but she didn't insist. Whether Kaito was politely refusing or really had things to do, it wasn't a good time to push.
After all, it was just the first day meeting, plenty of time ahead.
Being classmates and desk neighbors, there'd be plenty of chances.
Anon quickly regrouped, bypassed the matter, and started chatting excitedly about other topics.
Like a chirping lark.
Kaito half-listened to her casually while sweeping his gaze across the classroom.
Yumiko wasn't in her seat. Probably went out with her friends. As one of the top normies in class, her desk was usually surrounded by girls after class. Having too many friends was its own trouble, more social interactions to handle.
In contrast, Bocchi in the corner was completely alone.
Gotou Hitori thought she was stealthily observing things here, but she wasn't some professional agent. Naturally, she couldn't escape Kaito's senses.
The little social-phobe looked too pitiful peeking over, so Kaito thought for a moment and decided to call her over for lunch together.
Little Bocchi still couldn't open up. Even though they'd already had lunch together in the clubroom more than once, she still couldn't muster the courage to sit beside him in class.
But since the president personally invited her, of course the little social-phobe didn't have the guts to refuse, nor did she want to. She nodded like a pecking chick.
By the time she slung her guitar bag over her shoulder and came over with her lunchbox, Anon was very welcoming, even greeted her proactively, "Nice to meet you, I'm Chihaya Anon~ Please take care of me~"
"I-I'm G-Gotou Hitori", Bocchi lowered her head and instinctively scooted a bit closer to the president's spot, clearly unaccustomed to her enthusiasm.
"Gotou-san, is that a guitar on your back?", Anon looked curiously at the pink-haired girl in front of her, dressed in a plain pink tracksuit, seemingly timid. Only the black guitar bag on her shoulder stood out.
'Come to think of it, on the way here I did notice quite a few girls at Shuka carrying instruments to school. Is this some unique trend?'
Bocchi weakly nodded and said in a small voice, "B-because I'm in a band"
"So that's it!", Anon understood and smiled, "I also joined a student council band back in middle school and even played the guitar."
At this point, she actually felt a bit guilty.
She had indeed joined the student council's band and did play guitar.
But ever since graduating middle school, Anon hadn't picked up a guitar again The little music theory knowledge she had was long forgotten.
At her current level, she was no better than a beginner.
Bocchi, however, didn't know this backstory, all alarms blared in her head.
For someone like her, timid, plain, and useless, the only skill she had to show off was guitar
'Yet even that, Chihaya-san has experience with!'
'Add to that my similar pink hair'
'Isn't even my last advantage gone now?'
The thought that her place in the president's heart, even her position in the band, might be perfectly replaced by Chihaya sent Bocchi into soul-departure mode, twisting into an unnameable puddle of pink slime.
"Um Gotou-san? Are you okay?", Chihaya Anon had no idea what was going on. Just a second ago, Bocchi was a bit shy, and now she looked like she'd burned out, as if about to drift away in the wind.
She glanced worriedly at Kaito, who was calmly eating his lunch, just about to say something when suddenly a vibrant voice called out, "Hi~ Kaito-kun, and Bocchi-chan, I came to have lunch with you guys Eh? What happened to Bocchi-chan?"
"Kita, huh?", Kaito glanced at the newcomer, her bright red long hair was very recognizable, "Nothing. Just Bocchi's usual shutdown."
Having spent enough time with the little social-phobe, he'd seen this many times.
Though easily shaken by the outside world, Bocchi had strong self-recovery. She was practically unbreakable. Even if you left her alone, she'd console herself just fine.
"Ohhh!", Kita nodded obediently, then looked at the unfamiliar pink-haired girl beside her, "And this is?"
"Chihaya Anon, just transferred to Shuka today. Please take care of me~"
"I'm Ikuyo Kita from the class next door, also a friend of Kaito-kun and Bocchi-chan. Nice to meet you~"
Like Stand users attracting each other, the two sunny-type girls clicked instantly on their first meeting and got along shockingly well.
Kita was originally brought in as Bocchi's backup, yet she hit it off with Chihaya, soon calling her just "Anon."
Upon learning that Kita and Bocchi would be going to a livehouse after school, Chihaya Anon clearly showed great interest, "Can I go watch too?"
"Of course," Little Kita agreed without hesitation, then turned to Kaito with an expectant face and invited, "Kaito-kun, want to come too?"
"Even though I'd really like to," Kaito raised an eyebrow and glanced subtly at a certain message on his phone screen, "I've got something to take care of after school. Can't make the time."
It was a message from secretary Sakiko.
Mori Minami wanted to see him once more.
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Chapter 105: Let Sakiko Suffer a Bit, Ill Take the Infamy
With the urgent sound of the bell, Shuka's school day came to an end.
The warm golden sunset slanted down, burning a vast and splendid array of colors at the edge of the sky. Spring was almost over, the cherry blossoms no longer in full bloom. Boys and girls in uniforms left the school together, like countless trickling streams.
After school, Bocchi, Kita, and Anon left together.
As for Kaito, he went to a secluded corner outside the school.
A girl with blue shoulder-length twin tails had already been waiting for a while. She stood gracefully, her uniform skirt swaying in the wind, revealing a section of jade-white calf, "President, good afternoon."
Seeing Kaito's figure, Togawa Sakiko's pretty face showed a faint smile, yet in her amber eyes, a trace of worry could still be seen.
"Good afternoon," Kaito greeted her casually and also found it a bit strange, "Did you run into some trouble?"
'Could it be that she is being targeted by an evil spirit again?'
But Secretary Sakiko had on her the protective charm he made; ordinary demons wouldn't dare approach. Besides, there was no strange aura on her, didn't seem like it.
"It is indeed a bit of trouble," Togawa Sakiko didn't hide it and sighed, "Actually, it's about Mutsumi."
After the dream evil spirit was destroyed, Mutsumi was no longer in danger of death.
But... perhaps due to trauma, the psychological shadow left behind was too deep, and she suddenly developed insomnia.
Specifically, she found it very hard to fall asleep. Even when she closed her eyes and emptied her mind, thinking of nothing, she still couldn't feel sleepy.
A family doctor was asked to diagnose her. The response given was that Miss Wakaba's insomnia was a manifestation of a lack of security.
It was a mental issue. Treating it was simple, just let her regain her sense of security.
So, the problem was, even at home, Mutsumi couldn't feel safe. Who else could give her that security?
In the end, the same family doctor gave their suggestion, ("Whoever untied the bell must tie it again.")
Since that man had solved Miss Wakaba's issue before, why not go find him again?
Because of this, Mori Minami once again asked Sakiko to get in touch with Kaito, hoping to gain his help.
While speaking, the two had already entered a nondescript roadside caf.
It was clearly reserved in advance, no other guests were visible. Only at the center sat a mature woman wearing sunglasses and a wide sunhat.
"Kaito-kun, and Sakiko, good afternoon," Finally seeing today's guest arrive, Mori Minami casually took off her glasses and welcomed them with a smiling face.
Even though it wasn't the first time she looked at this face, she was still amazed by it, unable to stop herself from admiring inwardly: with looks like this, she was clearly born for showbiz.
Even if she sang off-key, had cringe acting, and flat line delivery, it didn't matter.
She only needed to quietly stand there, and she would naturally drive countless fans crazy.
However, Mori Minami was just thinking.
For ordinary people, becoming the hottest idol in showbiz was a great path, not only glamorous but also free from financial worries.
But for a powerful exorcist who could kill evil spirits with a flick of her hand, only someone with too much time would go act like a clown for money.
