I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 240 - 116. The younger school brother is the most annoying man in the world... (ten thousand words achieved)_2

Chapter 240: 116. The younger school brother is the most annoying man in the world... (ten thousand words achieved)_2

Occasionally invisible to everything around her, her delicate features do not strike one’s first impression as beauty, but rather as an imposing aura, like a heatwave pressing forth. Her orange long hair flows like satin, simply tied into a chignon, with a black hairpin horizontally embedded in the middle, and two slender red ribbons entwine the wooden pin, cascading all the way to her waist.

If there truly exists a face that can topple nations, it would probably be hers.

While thinking this, Fujiwara Reya felt a pain in his waist. He looked sideways at Hoshimi Rinko; the senior was elegantly looking straight ahead, as if the hands pinching the tender flesh of his waist were not hers.

Alright then!

Fujiwara Reya quickly corrected himself in his mind.

Besides Miss Fukaeri, Miss Rinko also has a face that can topple nations.

As the time got later, a servant came in carrying tea-making utensils, placing them on the tea table, along with snack boxes, a tea set box, and guests’ items, filling the table to the brim.

The charcoal and kettle for boiling water were also brought in. Hoshimi Rinko nonchalantly added some charcoal and placed the kettle on the stove.

Fujiwara Reya was familiar with the tea ceremony rules from a young age, but he wasn’t interested in making tea himself. His parents never encouraged him to learn the tea ceremony, probably knowing that he could surely find a tea-ceremony-savvy wife in the future.

"Good day, Chairman Hoshimi!"

A lady hurriedly walked in from outside, not wearing a kimono but a business suit. After greeting Mrs. Hoshimi, she went straight to the upper position and knelt. Then she slightly bent forward, greeting Fujiwara Reya and Kasahara Fumi in turn.

"Good day, Acting Director Fujiwara, Miss Kasahara."

"No need for formalities," Mrs. Hoshimi said in a calm tone, accompanying it with an explanation to Fujiwara Reya, "This is Chief Ota from the Scheduling Department."

"Good day, Chief Ota," Fujiwara Reya responded politely.

Kasahara Fumi had no reaction, merely casting an indifferent glance over Fujiwara Reya’s face.

But she remained silent, leaving Fujiwara Reya brimming with questions, and now that the main event was about to start, he couldn’t just lean over and inquire, so he sat upright, waiting for time to pass.

Seated centrally at the top position, Mrs. Hoshimi’s eyes slowly surveyed the room. Her emotionless eyes were incredibly clear, with no traces of age visible on her beautiful face.

"Before we begin the tea gathering, let’s discuss a few miscellaneous matters."

Her voice was as cool as water, flowing gently through the hearts of everyone present.

Truly fitting for someone in a high position for years, that voice full of feminine charm seemed to calm the noisiest chaos the instant it collided with it.

As she looked at the quieting crowd, Mrs. Hoshimi gave a cool, dignified smile and slowly began: "Over the past year and a half, raw Huang Song Jade has been in short supply. Currently, there’s no stock circulating in Tokyo’s market. What exactly happened, please explain, Chief Ota."

Chief Ota stood up and gave a rough rundown of the shortage situation and the expected time needed for replenishment. Only at the end did she touch upon the key point: "According to the Law Enforcement Department’s investigation, there is an unknown force buying up Huang Song Jade everywhere. Regardless of price, regardless of quality, they’re buying it all."

"Where is this force from?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked.

"We can’t determine," Chief Ota said in a low voice, sounding somewhat restrained, "They are very cautious, and the way they trade is similar to drug transactions, leaving no trace. The Law Enforcement Department’s personnel tried to lure them in by putting out news for procurement, but either got seen through or, during capture attempts, they managed to escape. Currently, there are no leads."

"Understood. Find a seat and sit down," Mrs. Hoshimi said indifferently.

Once Chief Ota sat down, Mrs. Hoshimi’s gaze circled the room before she spoke kindly: "Having Chief Ota share these words was mainly to remind everyone: any clues must be reported immediately. Also, hold onto your family’s Huang Song Jade tightly. Don’t covet a bit of temporary profit, leading to devastating losses in the future!"

At the end of her speech, with a bang, a wave of air burst forth.

The air moved the hems of skirts, and Mrs. Hoshimi’s jet-black hair fluttered, her demeanor unwittingly commanding respect.

"Rest assured, Chairman Hoshimi!" Everyone present promised in unison.

"Good!" Mrs. Hoshimi lowered her gaze. The next moment, she suddenly smiled, as if forgetting how frightening she had been, greeting everyone warmly: "Please enjoy some tea, eat a little, and talk about pleasant things."

The atmosphere in the teahouse relaxed slightly, with everyone discussing fun topics, chatting about the floral and tea arts, and joking about amusing things that happened in certain households.

Everyone present was of status, easily engaging in conversations about floral, tea, and incense arts. Mrs. Hoshimi, as the host, greeted the guests.

The teahouse was filled with an aura of harmony.

Only three people felt bored.

With the water on the tea table boiling, Fujiwara Reya removed the kettle lid, sitting there idly with nothing to do and thus turned to look at the also bored Kasahara Fumi. At some point, the room’s lighting had become brighter, her slender white neck under the kimono illuminated as snow, her graceful and proportioned waist inciting an urge to pull her close.

As he continued to look, Kasahara Fumi discreetly shot him a glare, so he had to turn his gaze toward the senior student’s waist, which was also cinched narrowly by the belt.

As a teahouse, the room’s lighting perfectly highlighted the senior’s youthful charm. Her delicate nose and unique lips were quite endearing, conveying a fresh and lively aura. Her hands, resting calmly on her knees, seemed to have gardenia blooms gracefully unfolding at her fingertips.

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