He became a god in Japan starting with the bear disaster.

Chapter 9 The Purpose of Asairo Ruri

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On her way home after school, Lin Xiuyi took out her phone to check the remaining time of the "No Communication" request.

He originally thought it would be a simple task, but after being banned from social interaction, social interaction started to come his way, making it so agonizing in the end.

Lin Xiuyi felt like she was being driven crazy.

What important matter could she possibly want to discuss with me...?

"Lin, may I come to your house as a guest?"

Asahi Ruri was walking not far behind him, staying close by. She quickly took two steps to his side, brought her mouth close to his ear, and said, "Not refusing means you agree, right?"

If the two genders were switched, this would be 100% sexual harassment; if they weren't switched, it would be 101% more provocative sexual invitation—

Lin Xiuyi certainly wouldn't think that way.

The celebrity transfer student, Asahi Ruri, inexplicably stuck to him on her first day of school. Apart from class, she was practically his shadow, following him around like a shadow, trying every possible way to talk to him, even after school.

Obviously, this kind of thing is impossible in the real world.

Therefore, this is a trial, where a mobile app with supernatural powers conjures a woman to interfere with one's will and try to hinder the completion of the task...

...He really was driven mad.

Lin Xiuyi sighed.

Asahi Ruri looked at her with concern and confusion, "Is something troubling you, Lin-kun?"

She feigns ignorance, making it difficult to distinguish truth from falsehood. She's ruthless in achieving her goals and always subtly places herself in a superior position. What a terrifying woman! No wonder she's a successful actress.

Lin Xiuyi ignored her and continued walking towards home.

He wasn't worried that she had ulterior motives. First, it was unrealistic, and second, he had noticed that someone was watching him intently ever since he left campus.

The gazes were somewhat similar to those I noticed in the locker room this morning—full of vigilance, but less hostile. There was more than one, and quite a few people were present.

The only source of their gaze could be the bodyguards protecting the star, Asahi Ruri.

Since she was being protected, it also meant that her actions were being monitored. Therefore, it was impossible for her to actually follow him into his house. If she dared to do so, her agent would definitely bring bodyguards and rush out of the bushes to pull her away.

Having figured all this out, Lin Xiuyi concluded that the woman was only following him out of spite, bluffing, refusing to admit defeat, and putting on a brave face. A mocking smile crept onto his face.

Asairo Ruri looked on with curiosity, "Did Lin-kun think of something happy?"

She clasped her hands behind her back, circled halfway in front of Lin Xiuyi, and danced from left to right, her eyes fixed on him.

Lin Xiuyi became expressionless.

Just a ten-minute walk from other bustling areas in downtown Yokohama, you can reach Kotobuki-cho, a slum with a completely different atmosphere.

Kotobuki Town is therefore somewhat like an urban village in China, but the lives of the people there are not as good as those in an urban village.

It's a "Doya Street," on par with Tokyo's Yamaya and Osaka's Kamazaki. Traditionally, it's a gathering place for the lower classes, including day laborers, the unemployed, and elderly people living alone, with about 80% of residents relying on welfare. Ironically, it's located in a prime area of ​​central Yokohama, just a block away from the bustling Chinatown, Motomachi shopping district, and Yokohama Stadium—a stark contrast that's immediately apparent just a few steps away.

The common sights on this street are nothing more than a few things: bicycles parked haphazardly, pubs offering cheap food, garbage heaps mainly composed of empty beer bottles, homeless people ranging from young to old sleeping on the streets, and makeshift hotels (Doya).

Lin Xiuyi went straight to Doya, where she lived.

He used to work odd jobs every day to support himself, but after getting a mobile phone, he found better and faster ways to make money, so he stopped working.

As he ventured deeper into the streets and alleys and saw more things that were somewhat removed from the realm of "modern civilization," he thought it was time for Asashiro Ruri to give up.

The alley is narrow and there are fewer people around, so it won't be easy for the plainclothes bodyguards to do their job.

Lin Xiu turned around to observe and found that Asahi Ruri had indeed changed. She no longer had the light and leisurely demeanor she used to have, and seemed to have become depressed.

The girl lowered her head and gently bit her lip, her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt, lost in thought.

She quickly noticed Lin Xiuyi's observation and looked up. Lin Xiuyi quickly looked away.

He thought she was going to say, "It's too dirty here, I want to go home!"

What I heard was: "Have you always lived in a place like this?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a questioning tone and a sense of pity.

He wasn't sure who she was questioning, but the pity was clearly directed at him.

Lin Xiuyi suddenly felt very unhappy.

He never felt sorry for himself. He always lived by his own efforts, supported himself, seized opportunities, and grew strong on his own. How could this young lady on stage have the right to pity him?

Lin Xiuyi then stopped looking at her and turned away.

As we turned the corner, a middle-aged man carrying a briefcase hurried out.

Fortunately, Lin Xiuyi reacted quickly, and the two didn't collide.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh... Mr. Lin?"

Hearing the rather familiar voice, Lin Xiuyi was also somewhat bewildered.

take a look.

It really was his homeroom teacher, Kenpei Maeda.

How did he end up here?

Lin Xiuyi almost couldn't help but ask, but the request to "prohibit communication" was like a mountain, pressing down on him so that he bit his tongue and swallowed his words.

To avoid further trouble, Lin Xiuyi pretended not to hear or see him and walked past him.

Kenpei Maeda scratched his head and suddenly gave a wry smile.

"You are... Mr. Maeda, who teaches Japanese?"

However, Asahi Ruri, who caught up with him, sized up the middle-aged man for a moment and asked a question.

"Oh, yes, you're wearing the same uniform as Minato, right?" Maeda Kenpei adjusted his glasses to get a better look. "Ah! You're the new student in Class A..."

"What are you doing here, teacher?" Asahi Ruri tilted her head slightly, bypassing Maeda's obstruction, and saw where Hayashi Hideichi was going.

"Oh, me? I'm kind of visiting family. By the way, what are you doing here...?"

Maeda speaks rather slowly.

"I came here to ask Hayashi for help with her studies. Goodbye, Mr. Maeda."

Asairo Ruri interrupted him with a smile, waved her hand, and ran away.

Before Maeda could finish speaking, and was still wondering what was going on, several burly men in black suddenly appeared behind him. Startled, he instinctively cried out and immediately hid his briefcase behind his back, but the men pretended not to see him and walked past.

Maeda Kenpei stood there bewildered, only realizing that all these people had gone in the direction he had come from.