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Anime Crossover: Love in Supernatural Everyday Life Has Big Problems · 求道之人 · 195 chương · ~11 phút đọc · Tạo 29/07/2026
The moment Hiratsukazaki closed his eyes and swallowed a small, mysterious bead.
A strange, eerie aura swirled out.
The room fell silent.
……
Streets of Tokyo.
The dazzling neon lights seemed to be drawing everything around them into a sea of light.
"Da, da..."
....... 0 Stroll through it.
Countless laughs and noise filled the air, while dazzling neon lights flashed across the man's face.
Fashionably dressed men and women passed by one after another, but it seemed that no one noticed the man strolling beside them.
The long-haired man had a gentle smile.
"clatter."
It stopped in the middle of the street.
I opened my eyes and calmly observed everything around me.
"Xiangzi, look! I heard that newly opened dessert shop is super delicious!"
"Come on, let's go for a drink. That damn Yamada, what else can he do besides exploit his employees? A salaryman's life matters too!"
"Would you like to go to the hotel with me today...?"
"Why did you get into this man's car! Is money all you care about?!"
"Let go of me! Do I know you? Don't touch me!"
"Kid, picking up girls takes skill. If you don't have the skill, get lost."
……
The crowds created a variety of scenes.
No one knew what he was thinking in his open golden eyes.
"Soon…"
"Da, da..."
The man took another step forward.
The footsteps were both light and heavy.
"Li Xiang..."
He murmured softly.
As light and shadow intertwine, they slowly disappear into the dazzling neon lights.
All that remains are the magnificent sights of Tokyo.
And the final response.
"elder brother…"
……
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In Shisada City, inside a cozy, Japanese-style courtyard house.
Soft light shone through the window, reflecting the twinkling starlight.
The gentle evening breeze seemed drawn in, caressing the beautiful, dark-haired figure inside the window with curiosity.
"finished."
A seemingly dull yet steady voice suddenly rang out, but it also seemed to contain a hint of joy.
"clatter."
He put the carving knife, which had been in his hand for more than four hours, aside.
He ignored the sawdust covering the tabletop.
Hold it gently and try your best.
Her face was blank, but a glimmer of light seemed to flash in her beautiful eyes.
He stared at it for a long time, as if checking for any discrepancies.
"stare--" After staring blankly for a full five minutes.
Mizukami Mai then looked away.
The evening breeze of "670" ruffled her soft, black hair.
His eyes flickered slightly.
No one knows what Mizukami Mai is thinking at this moment.
"Go to sleep."
Gently put your efforts aside.
After tidying everything up, Mizukami Mai took off her glasses, lay down in bed, and looked at the clean and clear photo frame standing on the bedside table.
Inside the frame, a crystal-clear photograph is displayed, showing the profile of a man.
He was handsome with gentle eyes, and as if he had seen something amusing, he was showing a smile that he couldn't help but chuckle.
Upon seeing this, a hint of tenderness flashed in Mizukami Mai's beautiful eyes.
"Tomorrow is for the brave."
"Good night."
Say it.
Take off your glasses and turn off the light.
The room fell silent.
The girl with the gentle face was left with a slight look of relief on her face.
……
"Phew, finally done."
In the small single-family courtyard, Usami's house.
Under the lamplight, I stretched my tired body.
On the table, I looked at the "one-day simplified version" of the cultural festival club recruitment plan that I had roughly completed.
Usami Mizuki finally breathed a sigh of relief.
'The promotional posters and decorations are all dirty. We'll have to prepare like this for tomorrow...'
"Tomorrow I'm going to make that idiot president 'work' all day long!"
After deciding the president's tragic fate tomorrow.
I put down my pen and rubbed my slightly dry eyes.
I glanced out the window at the surroundings, where the lights had dimmed somewhat, and then at the clock.
Is it ten o'clock yet?
It was about ten minutes before ten o'clock.
Usami Mizuki was immediately taken aback.
I never imagined I'd be so busy until now.
"Dong dong!"
"Mizuki, you haven't taken a shower yet?"
"I'm going to wash now!"
Sudden.
A familiar knocking sound came from outside the door.
Hearing his mother's somewhat puzzled question.
Usami Mizuki quickly agreed, then packed up her plan, grabbed her clothes, opened the door, and ran towards the bathroom.
"I've prepared hot water for you."
"understood!"
Around the corner, I saw that Usami Mizuki looked a bit flustered.
Yuko Usami felt somewhat helpless, with a slight worry in her heart.
'Mizuki seems a bit down lately. Is she still troubled by school club matters?'
Yuko Usami had also heard about Mizuki Usami's story, so she naturally knew about the art club's impending disbandment.
"How youthful it is..."
Yuko Usami smiled and shook her head, not thinking about it any further.
This is also part of my daughter's youth.
Let the children worry about their own youth.
……
"Ah Qiu!"
Suddenly.
Usami Mizuki couldn't help but sneeze when her nose started to itch.
She quickly sank her body even lower, leaving only her cute, slightly red nose above the water.
Under soft lighting.
The water was clear and steamy, casting a holy glow over the girl's beautiful and delicate white body.
Beneath her flowing, dark brown hair, only a glimpse of her fair, pinkish skin could be vaguely seen, gently rippling in the water.
"Jiang Yuanjun... the brave man..."
Do not know why.
now, Feel the warm touch coming from my skin.
Suddenly, another image flashed through Mizuki Usami's mind.
A gentle breeze stirred, and the crimson glow of the setting sun seeped into the room.
A scene of a holy and handsome hero gently inviting her...
Join us!
"Join me...?"
As if thinking of something, or perhaps because of the warmth covering her body.
A blush crept onto Usami Mizuki's fair face.

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