I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 254 - 120. Little Devil Junior won’t let the scumbag senior off even in the car
Chapter 254: 120. Little Devil Junior won’t let the scumbag senior off even in the car
The next morning, the rain stopped.
The sun didn’t come out, and the sky was a bit gloomy.
Fujiwara Reya woke up from the heat.
Tokyo’s summer heat is truly unbearable, and without air conditioning, he deeply misses his Snow Treasure automatic cooling machine.
He picked up his phone to check the time. It was 8:40 in the morning, and he decided not to laze around in bed anymore. Going for a run was definitely out of the question. After grabbing some clothes and taking a quick shower, he immediately felt refreshed all over.
Great!
July 12, 2020, just showered, feeling happy and beautiful.
Today, spread love and labor!
Fujiwara Reya fished out a 5-yen coin.
Heads, he’d go sing; tails, he’d sell paintings. If it landed on the edge, he’d go back to China to lead the Chinese men’s football team into the 2022 Qatar World Cup.
He tossed the coin in his hand.
"Clink——"
A clear sound rang out.
Tails.
Miracles didn’t happen.
Fujiwara Reya shouldered his art board and went downstairs.
"I’m leaving."
"Okay, be safe, and come back early tonight."
With Miss Yukino’s sweet and friendly voice in the background, Fujiwara Reya left the [Lemon] bakery, which only had one customer.
Forty-five minutes later, he appeared in the square in front of Shinjuku Station, doing portraits for people.
As the biggest station in the world, there was always a constant flow of traffic in front of Shinjuku Station, with office workers in business suits commuting or running errands, rows of shops, and screens playing various information.
Fujiwara Reya chose a shady spot under a tree and set up his easel.
Beside him, a struggling band was performing impromptu music with wooden barrels and kitchenware; further away, someone was playing a solo on an old guitar.
Fujiwara Reya suddenly missed the second-hand Yamaha guitar he bought at a flea market, which, unfortunately, had already been smashed.
After a while, a girl with a violin sat down next to him.
In the past, Fujiwara Reya often came here on weekends to set up his painting stall, getting familiar with many young people working part-time here. This young girl was a university student from Waseda with doe-like, captivating clear eyes.
"Mr. Fujiwara, long time no see." She greeted Fujiwara Reya with a smile.
"I’ve been busy with renovations lately." Fujiwara Reya held a paintbrush, twirling it casually between his fingers.
The college girl then asked, "Do you want to hang out tonight?"
"Tonight, huh, no can do..." Fujiwara Reya turned to her with a smile, "After wrapping up, I need to take a turn around Asakusa Shoe Street."
"Shoe Street?"
"I’m planning to become a shoemaker in the future."
"Haha... Mr. Fujiwara, you’re amazing, always so cheerful like a clear sky, no matter what you do... you seem completely focused..."
This little deer, you’re mistaken.
People always have exaggerated misconceptions about things they don’t understand. If you got to know me, you’d probably spit on me... Fujiwara smiled and turned his attention to the first customer standing in front of the stall.
A woman in her mid-twenties, tall, with large, dark eyes.
She wore a round-neck white blouse and a navy A-line skirt. Neither was particularly high-end or chic, just the average stuff sold at nearby malls.
However, she looked quite nice, with long legs, a slim waist, and an alluring complexion.
Her beautiful hair cascaded down, resembling the dark, shiny lead of a pencil.
With beauty before him, Fujiwara Reya devoted himself to painting.
Seen purely as labor, doing portraits is fairly easy work. Once you’ve gotten the hang of it, no matter how many you draw, it’s just repetition of the same process. With Fujiwara Reya’s skills, he could complete one in fifteen minutes, charging 5000 yen.
By consistently setting up his stall in front of Shinjuku Station every weekend, he had built a bit of reputation over the year. Quite a few people would wait specifically for him here, asking for photographs with him and taking the chance for a little friendly squeeze around his waist.
Sigh...
Life is hard; you entertain people with your looks.
The money from painting doesn’t amount to much, but Fujiwara Reya doesn’t really like the old days full of fights and chaos. In his leisure time, without exorcism duties, he engages in activities that bring peace to his mind.
Things like painting, playing the piano, and fishing.
Of these, he enjoys fishing the most, but since fishing doesn’t earn money, he can only spare an afternoon once a month for it... usually coming back empty-handed.
Half an hour later, the job was complete.
The portrait turned out quite well; the overall level was top-notch.
The woman studied the artwork for a long time, her tone casual: "You were very focused just now."
"Work should naturally be taken seriously," Fujiwara Reya replied.
The woman asked with a hint of curiosity: "Work?"
"Yes, part-time work, in my view, is on par with formal work."
"Aside from this, do you have other jobs?"
"Of course."
For the sake of the money, Fujiwara Reya chatted with her a bit more, listing off all his part-time work in one breath.
"Doing so many odd jobs, does it not affect your main work?" the woman curiously inquired.
"There’s no such thing as being affected," Fujiwara Reya seriously replied, "Whether it’s singing, painting, mowing lawns, or fixing toilets, to me, they’re all pathways to achieving perfection, aligning with the goal of my main work."
"Perfection?"
"Self-perfection."
Hearing this answer, the woman smiled softly.
"We’ll meet again soon."
With that, she took the painting and walked away in her sharp, thin heels.
"Hey, stop!" Fujiwara Reya quickly stood up and shouted at her, "Miss, you haven’t paid yet, don’t walk off for free!!!"
"Next time, definitely."
The woman waved her hand with her back to him.
Soon after, her form dissolved into the air like ice melting into water, completely vanishing.
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