I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 23 - 21. How can he be so cold (broken voice)!

Before leaving Furukawa Conference Hall, Yukino Ritsuko found the steward and settled today's payment.

6000 yen per hour, three hours each time.

After counting, she put the money into her backpack, let out a bitter laugh, her expression carrying a hint of worry.

Three classes a week, the money earned in a month is only enough to pay the rent for that small building where the bakery is; aside from that, all her living expenses have to rely entirely on previous savings.

At present, her savings were nearly depleted, the bakery couldn't earn money in a short time, and income and expenditure were seriously imbalanced, which was really troubling...

With her handbag in hand, Yukino Ritsuko walked towards the grand gates of Furukawa Conference Hall, encountering bodyguard Mr. Kamiya along the way.

After thinking a moment, she greeted him, "Mr. Kamiya, can you ride a motorcycle?"

"As a bodyguard, I am a professional," answered Mr. Kamiya.

"Hm?"

Yukino Ritsuko tilted her head slightly, not understanding why he answered off-topic.

"... I can!" Mr. Kamiya answered, quite exasperated.

Having lived independently outside for five years, it seems she hasn't integrated into human society at all.

Asking a professional bodyguard whether he can ride a motorcycle is really a foolish question. Anyone with a bit of understanding of human society wouldn't blurt it out!

"That's great." Yukino Ritsuko smiled happily, "Mr. Kamiya, could you please help me ride my motorcycle to the flea market? I want to sell it."

"... Okay."

At that moment, Mr. Kamiya felt as if a hot gush of blood was stuck in his throat.

Selling a second-hand motorcycle, why not post a trade ad online and let people come to see it? Who goes to a flea market to sell a motorcycle?

Looking at Snow Woman's innocent appearance, he didn't know how to refuse and could only nod with resignation, "I'll help you ride it there, which market?"

"Meiji Park, it's more convenient for transportation there."

Saying this, Yukino Ritsuko took a key out from her bag and handed it to Mr. Kamiya, "Please go to my bakery and ride it over, I'll be waiting at the park."

"Okay."

"Thank you very much."

Leaving Furukawa Conference Hall, Yukino Ritsuko took the Den-en-toshi Line train from Sangen Chaya House Station back to Shibuya, then walked to Meiji Park.

She paid a 200 yen entry fee and entered the crowded flea market.

She picked up a piece of cardboard by the roadside, planning to borrow a marker from a vendor to write selling information on it. While looking around for a stall selling second-hand stationery, a familiar figure suddenly caught her eye.

Eh?

Yukino Ritsuko looked over in surprise.

A handsome young man in a high school uniform was squatting in front of a stall selling figurines, holding a strange toy in his hand. While bargaining with the stall owner, he was flipping through the stuff disinterestedly and said, "If it was the red fatna form, I'd buy it." He then shook his head regretfully and walked towards another stall.

It really is him!

Yukino Ritsuko hesitantly bit her lower lip, following him for a while from behind, watching as he squatted at an old book stall.

Is he going to buy books?

She stopped behind the young man.

This time, I must find out his name.

Perhaps after this, they wouldn't cross paths again, and perhaps he never held the rescue incident in his heart, but as the first human being to help her, Yukino Ritsuko felt it was of significant importance.

At least, she had to know his name.

After waiting a while, the young man bought a book and stood up from the stall.

Yukino Ritsuko immediately bent slightly in greeting, then looked up with a smile, "What a coincidence meeting you here, may I ask..."

Before she could finish, the young man blinked and then waved, "Hello, goodbye."

Then he briskly turned and left.

Yukino Ritsuko stood in place, a bit aggrieved.

She had come over yearning to greet him.

He...

How could he be so indifferent (break voice)!

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"What a coincidence meeting you here, may I ask..."

Upon hearing this, Fujiwara Reya paused, then internally complained that Tokyo is truly tiny, and said, "Hello, goodbye!"

Saying this, he turned to leave.

Not far away was a stall selling second-hand guitars, Fujiwara Reya wanted to take a look, but after a few steps, a thought suddenly occurred to him – could that silly woman be the one selling the second-hand motorcycle?

Looking at his watch, exactly half past five...

Fujiwara Reya stopped in his tracks and looked back.

In the gentle twilight of dusk, the silly woman stood dazed amongst the crowd, appearing slightly bewildered.

Counting the high heels, her height was over 175cm, making her conspicuous among the people. She wore a light tan spring coat, with a uniform short skirt and high-heeled stockings below, providing a neat and tidy comforting appearance.

She wore no accessories, just a pair of small gold-rimmed glasses. These glasses added a touch of intellectual beauty to her originally serene and cool demeanor, which made Fujiwara Reya's eyes light up.

"It's you! I almost didn't recognize you," he called out with a smile.

Seeing her face show a relieved smile, Fujiwara Reya immediately squatted in front of the guitar stall and began bargaining with the vendor.

In a moment, he also needed to bargain with the silly woman; now, he couldn't act too familiar, otherwise, he feared he couldn't bring himself to speak up later.

Finally managed to make contact... Yukino Ritsuko breathed a sigh of relief and squatted beside him, quietly waiting.

"How much is this guitar?"

"35,000 yen."

"Can I have it for 10,000 yen?"

"No way, this is a genuine Yamaha guitar, it cost over 60,000 when new," said the young female vendor, who appeared to have just graduated, "and I haven't used it much. Look, it's still in great condition."

Fujiwara Reya plucked the strings.

The tone's "stable, accurate, clear, mellow" elements were all acceptable, the 35,000 yen price was reasonable.

"It's a good item..." He looked up, revealing a shy smile, "I'm sorry, I don't have enough money to buy it. But I really like this guitar. Could you hold it for me for next time?"

The youthful, handsome, artistic young man showing such an irresistibly charming expression made the female vendor's heart skip a beat, and her voice softened immediately.

"How much can you offer?" she asked gently.

"Only 10,000..." Fujiwara Reya's expression was shy and his tone slightly dejected, "I'm a country boy from the remote mountains of Nagano Prefecture who has loved music since I was young. My biggest dream is to have a guitar of my own, but in the past year of being in Tokyo, I could only save this much money through part-time work..."

The sight of the despondent young man tugged at the vendor's heartstrings, making him especially endearing.

Especially while saying this, he kept rubbing his fingers, appearing so uneasy that it made one want to gently hug him, pat his head, and softly comfort him.

If it were a male vendor, he might've scolded, "What do your dreams have to do with me?"

But being a female vendor, Fujiwara Reya felt as if he was selling his good looks while looking at the motherly gaze of the woman in front of him.

Beside him, Yukino Ritsuko was also gripped with an inexplicable sadness.

The feel of not having money...

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She could totally empathize with it!

"10,000 yen it is, no problem."

"How could I..."

"Take it."

The female vendor directly pushed the guitar into the young man's hands.

"Thank you." Fujiwara Reya cherished the guitar in both hands, his face blossoming with the pure smile of a white lotus, "Sister, you're really beautiful."

"Thump~"

The female vendor clearly heard the thud of her heart.

Her ears buzzed, her head felt a little dizzy.

By the time she came to, ten crumpled 1,000 yen bills remained on the stall, and the young man's figure had vanished.