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II: Lily of the Valley
Chapter 79: Deep Night
Nobara in full bloom.

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Harajuku, Shibuya-ku, Tokyo

"Hello, do you have a job now? I'm looking for models. Are you interested in being a model? The salary is definitely considerable. With your conditions, believe me, you will become popular soon."

In the bustling streets, the crowds of people were like schools of fish passing by in the water. The sound of car horns was heard not far away. The train slowly drove into the driveway, and the loudspeaker spread the announcement into the crowd, like ripples spreading gently in the lake.

Yayoi felt that she had encountered a big problem.

Yayoi stood on the street with a cup of milk tea in one hand, passing by the crowds of people coming and going. The shops on the side of the street hung up billboards, the windows were polished to shine, and the exquisite dolls were sitting quietly in the window

The middle-aged man in front of her combed his hair meticulously, and even put on hair wax. His hair was combed back, revealing wrinkles on his forehead that were difficult to cover up with age. He wore a floral tie, a suit that had been ironed to fit, and a habitual business smile was put on his face.

"I'm in this business." The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and handed a business card to Yayoi, "Miss, are you interested?"

Yayoi was holding milk tea in both hands, and there was no hand to take the business card he handed over, "I'm not interested."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment. After two breaths, the other man regained his composure and looked at Yayoi with bright eyes. "It doesn't matter if you are not interested at the moment. Interest must be discovered. You can give it a try. Our company has a trial period. Oh, you will also be paid during the probation period."

"I'm sorry, I have a job now." Yayoi answered honestly and seriously, "I'm working for someone, and I still owe him money."

Although she was just a teaching assistant, she was Satoru's teaching assistant, so it didn't make much difference if she said she was working for him.

'Indebted.'

'It’s great to be in debt.'

The star scout was shocked, ah no, this was a good opportunity.

"Regarding your debt problem..." the talent scout slowed down his voice and tried to sound calm and reliable, "I think our company can help you solve it."

Yayoi tilted her head and thought this person was so strange. Why would he help her pay off her debt for no reason?

"But... you need to become an artist under our company." The conversation changed and the talent scout followed suit.

Yayoi thought for a while and said from the bottom of her heart, "I don't think you can help me."

The scout: ???

Yayoi held two cups of milk tea and said honestly, "I owe a lot of money."

Yayoi thought for a moment, recalled the numbers she saw on the bill, erased the odd bits, and quoted the long series of numbers.

The scout: !!!

The talent scout, who still refused to accept old age when he reaches middle age, must find the most beautiful star among the crowd. He was shocked and looked up and down at this honest red-haired girl.

If a person who debuts in the entertainment industry had a beautiful face, then that face would be the biggest asset in becoming famous on the stage.

The stars standing on the stage like to use beautiful makeup to make themselves dazzling, put on bright lipstick, put on fashionable clothes of the season, stand on the stage and confuse all living beings. After so many years in the entertainment industry, they have become a smash hit stage star. From inconspicuous third-rate starlets, scouts have seen all kinds of stars. Their eyes were so fierce that they could see the face underneath through the makeup. They could tell at a glance whether it was a piece of good material or an ordinary piece of fabric.

The red-haired woman in front of him had beautiful facial features, no makeup, and fair skin with no blemishes. She was a typical oriental beauty. Even if she did not dress up specially, it did not affect her beauty. The rare red hair was loose and hung down from her shoulders to her waist. In fact, she already had the capital that many celebrities didn't have.

So, with that beautiful face alone, she would be a good choice.

But the good stuff, what on earth did you do? He couldn't afford to pay back the money you owed even if you sell ten of them!

'Aren’t you out there trying to trick others?'

The talent scout was spitting in his heart, complaining crazily.

Yayoi: "Are you talking bad about me?"

The talent scout's hand holding the business card trembled slightly, thinking to himself, how did you know this?

"Do you owe loan sharks?" the scout asked cautiously.

If it was such a problem, you need to contact the police to solve it. However, if you contact the police, your future stardom would also be affected, right? If a star's stardom was tarnished, the company's reputation would also be affected.

This was not good.

Yayoi shook her head and said honestly, "I accidentally smashed an ancient building that was more than a hundred years old. That building is a cultural relic."

The scout: "..."
You might as well owe a loan shark!

And how did you accidentally destroy an ancient building? Did you accidentally crash your fighter jet or did your machine gun fire go off?!

"If you don't have anything else to do, I'm leaving." Yayoi said, "There is a big cat waiting to drink milk tea."

The scout: "..."
What kind of cat actually drinks milk tea?!

He remembered that cats couldn’t eat too much candy, right? The sugar content of milk tea seemed to be quite high, right? Cats who eat too much sugar would easily go hungry!

"I wish you good luck, Mr. Scout." Yayoi took the milk tea in her hand and went to find the big cat who said he wanted to drink milk tea, leaving the middle-aged man standing alone on the street, messy in the wind.

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"Ah... achoo!" Not far away, Satoru covered his nose and sneezed loudly.

Satoru, who acted coquettishly and asked Yayoi to buy him milk tea, saw Yayoi chatting up someone from a distance, and the ferocious feline instincts sounded the siren in his head.

Gojo the Cat: Who? Who?! How dare you pry into his corner?!

The big white cat was eager to try, and wanted to rush up and shout "sneaky cat", and when he wanted to grab the red cat to declare his sovereignty, Yayoi had already got rid of the person and came over with the milk tea he wanted.

When Yayoi came over with milk tea, she saw an unhappy white cat, pouting at her, looking a little aggrieved.

"I brought your milk tea." Yayoi raised the milk tea in his hand, but Satoru turned away and did not take the milk tea. His whole body was filled with the emotion of 'I am unhappy, I am very unhappy'.

"Why are you unhappy?" Yayoi asked.

More than ten years of experience in raising cats told Yayoi that this cat was unhappy. Cats were different from dogs. When they want to act cute but were unhappy, they would pout and look at you. They would not meow or move, they would just look at you. The cat would be more possessive and difficult to take care of. Sometimes it would even start to act coquettishly and cutely without any warning. The cat who acted coquettishly needed to be coaxed.

"Yayoi is so popular~" Gojo the Cat said teasingly.

Yayoi was holding milk tea, and it took her a while to realize, "Mr. Scout is looking for a model."

"I said I have a job." Yayoi said, "I am your teaching assistant. If you still need me, I will not resign." I still owe you money.

The cat's mood began to improve without warning. Little happy flowers were floating on the background of the cat.

If he was really a cat, Yayoi felt that he would turn his belly towards her and make cat's purr when he felt comfortable.

Yayoi was eager to play with cats.

"Then it's agreed that you're not allowed to change jobs or take part-time jobs." Satoru went even further, "You have to be dedicated to being my assistant."

"Okay."

Okay, if you want to coax the coquettish cat, you could do whatever you say.

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Harajuku Station was located at Jingumae-1-chome, Shibuya-ku, Tokyo, Japan. The station building was an English-style wooden building with a long history. The spire on the roof pointed directly to the sky, and the white outer wall reflected the thin Sunlight.

The historic wooden station was next to the famous shopping plaza Takeshita Street. In the driveway outside the station, cars roaring with their engines, tires running over the asphalt road, and people walking on the sidewalk in an endless stream.

Yayoi saw the young girl taking a selfie with her boyfriend. The exquisitely tailored clothes in the window looked like they were divided into cute snacks through the transparent glass cover.

People were surrounded by each other, coming and going, unrelated to each other, but yet so closely related.

Yayoi saw two boys on the side of the road. Yuji was leaning on the guardrail that separated the road and the sidewalk. Megumi, with his messy hair, had an expressionless face and lowered his eyes to tell him something. The little tiger had a thoughtful expression.

"Thanks for waiting." Satoru waved to the two people.

"It's too late." Megumi pointed at Satoru expressionlessly, his gaze passed over Yayoi.

Megumi, who had suffered from Satoru's harassment for nearly ten years, skillfully attributed Yayoi in his mind to someone who was "involved by Satoru and had to be late." Once upon a time, he himself was among such people. He was so exhausted physically and mentally by Satoru that he no longer even had the mood to be furious.

The sea urchin-headed boy looked at Yayoi with deep pity. Although she was only a teaching assistant, as Satoru's assistant, she had less time to contact Satoru than Ijichi-san, the assistant director who was responsible for the communication between Satoru and the higher-ups.

Thinking back to Ijichi, the corporate slave's main animal. The younger one was obviously Ijichi, but it turned out that he and Satoru didn't seem to be of the same age group at all.

Megumi looked at the red-haired woman in front of him again. Inexplicably, he felt that the bright red hair looked familiar, but there seemed to be something missing around her. After coming back from his thoughts, he only felt sympathy.

"Sorry, sorry, something delayed me." Satoru said with a smile.

Megumi said expressionlessly, "You don't want to say that you have lost your way in life, do you?"

The big white cat waved his hand, his tone still frivolous, "How could I, the strongest, lose my way? I just found a new direction midway~"

Megumi didn't know where this person could be so shameless and could brag about himself without blushing or out of breath even after arriving late. He was ready to beat up his teacher in the street.

"Speaking of which, why are we gathering in Harajuku?" Yuji with high emotional intelligence interrupted the murder that was about to happen.

"She wanted to gather here~" Satoru said.

The person they wait had not come yet, but the strong smell of milk wafted from the shops on the street, and the popcorn from the popcorn machine happened to be out of the oven at this time.

"I want to eat popcorn!" Yuji's eyes sparkled when he smelled the fragrance.

Yayoi took out her wallet at lightning speed, "Okay, buy it!"

Satoru: "..."
Calm down, it's brother.

Megumi: "..."
Wait, what are you here for?

Yuji picked up a pair of glasses and clamped them on the bridge of his nose. The style of this pair of glasses was different from ordinary glasses. The style looked funny, as if the English word "rock" was hung on his face.

Yuji: "Sister, look, this is so funny."

Yayoi: "Buy."

Satoru: "..."
Calm down.

Megumi: "..."

The crêpes from the shop next door looked very delicious. The thin layer of crêpes was topped with a layer of hot chocolate sauce, and the white cream was dotted with red strawberries.

Yuji: "Crêpes!"

Yayoi: "Buy!"

Satoru: "..."
Calm... calm down.

The big white cat grabbed Yayoi's shoulder and said, "I want to eat crêpes too! I want it with chocolate and strawberries!"

Megumi: "..."
What are you guys here to do?!

Yayoi: "Buy, one more, no, two crêpes."

As soon as she finished speaking, Megumi received a "don't worry, we haven't forgotten you" look from Yuji, who also gave him a thumbs up.

Megumi... Megumi wanted to hit someone.

A tiger who had never left Sendai had entered the city, a pussycat was making a lot of noise today, and there was a redhead who didn't care about the crazy loss of money in her wallet and frantically dug out her wallet. Megumi felt that he was incompatible with these three crazy combinations.

After walking around for a while, Megumi became numb. The three people in front of him were still dancing wildly, and could only wait until these three stopped. Megumi already carried a lot of things in his hands, including Satoru's desserts.

"Megumi, don't eat it secretly~" A certain bad teacher's voice rang out among the noisy people.

"Who would eat it secretly?" Megumi just wanted to throw the thing in his hand at Satoru's head.

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"Yayoi-san, you spoil them both too much." Megumi took the orange juice from Yayoi and glanced at the large and small bags on the ground.

This kind of expense was not small anymore.

Although the salary of sorcerers were high, but spending money like this would make you poor, right?

Yayoi sipped her orange soda, "I don't have much use for saving money. I might as well spend it on others."

Megumi paused and stopped sipping the orange juice.

"Gojo said before that the salary of a sorcerer is very high." Yayoi bit the straw, "So I have to work hard to make money. After paying off the debt, I will try to save a marriage fund for Yuji."

One day when Yuji was in junior high school, for some reason, his grandfather suddenly mentioned Yuji’s bad luck with women. Yuji didn't care about this, saying that without a woman's fate, there was no girlfriend. Grandpa grabbed the newspaper on the table, rolled up into a stick, and hit Yuji on the head, saying that it was because of his lax attitude that he couldn't find a girlfriend.

Yayoi still remembered the little tiger who was knocked on the head, holding his head and feeling aggrieved, saying that he was only fourteen years old.

Yayoi had forgotten how the last own goal ended, but Yayoi remembered one sentence.

Grandpa said that you need money to marry a wife.

"Save more." Yayoi said while biting the straw. Wife was such a good thing. If she saved more, Yuji could get a wife.

Megumi: "..."
Wait, is there something wrong with you?

Megumi turned back stiffly, looking at Yuji who was stuffing the big and small bags into the temporary locker, and then looking at Satoru who was not doing anything right, and then running out of nowhere and grabbed Yayoi's shoulders, and then looking at Satoru who was sucking her orange soda. What she said made sense but was not quite right, and allowed Satoru to tug at Yayoi.

Megumi finally understood that he was the only one in this group of four who was normal.

How lonely it was to be normal in this abnormal combination.

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Megumi now desperately longed for a normal person of the classmate he had never met.

But the reality was often the opposite of what we hope.

Megumi looked expressionlessly at the girl in a black uniform not far away. That uniform and the swirly buttons on the uniform proved that the other person was the same person they were waiting for.

She was a girl who looked very motivated, with crisp brown hair, neatly cut at the ends, beautiful brown eyes, and an unconcealable arrogance and confidence in her behavior, and she was fearless.

Maybe she had a bit of a big-sister attitude. The reason why he said this was because the girl grabbed the talent scout, who was trying to find the most beautiful star in his eyes among the crowd. The former obviously scared of her. The powerful aura directly created a vacuum zone in the bustling streets, and people passing by only dared to look at it from a distance but did not dare to get close.

The beautiful girl grabbed the scout who was trying to escape so hard that the adult man couldn't break free from her hands.

This girl's fighting ability was unexpectedly strong.

"Hey, this way!" Satoru waved to the girl, successfully attracting the little girl's attention.

When he turned around, he saw the girl's teacher making a move. The talent scout who broke free from her hands ran away quickly. After the scout left, the beautiful girl who glanced at the three men showed a look on her face. Seeing the disgust visible to the naked eye, her last gaze paused on Yayoi's hair and face.

The little tiger, who had popcorn in one hand and a crêpes in the other, with funny glasses on his nose, was shocked. Maybe it was the first time a girl stared at him like this. Yuji felt a little embarrassed, "I'm a little embarrassed."

Megumi: "...do you think you are embarrassed to tell others?"

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With a 'clang' sound, the pretty girl put her things into the temporary locker, closed the door, and locked the key. She put one hand on her hip and looked at the strange group of four people opposite, three stinky men, and one... redhead with good skin.

"My name is Nobara Kugisaki. You should be honored, boys. I'm your group's girl."

There was unconcealable arrogance in her beautiful almond eyes, and her neat short hair was clean and neat, exuding a kind of vitality unique to young girls.

Just like her own name, Nobara, a free and passionate flower.

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• Omake •

Megumin: This one doesn’t seem to be a normal person.

Nobara: They are all stinky men. Wait, there is a girl with red hair. That redhead’s skin... chikuso! I’m a little jealous. I’ll ask her what skin care products she uses later.


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