Crossover Anime: I'm Serious About Exorcising Demons for the Female Lead

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"Sit down and take out yesterday's homework. Let me take a look at it for you. Although there isn't much homework, it's quite challenging."

"If there's anything you don't understand, I can teach you." Lin Qiansheng nodded and took his homework out of his schoolbag.

As for how he did it, it was through magic, of course.

When I came here with Kyoko Tsukishima, Lin Qiansheng had already finished his homework using magic inside his schoolbag.

Of course, a few very difficult questions were left, but this time there were traces of writing and drawing on them.

Kyoko Tsukishima took the homework, looked at it, and nodded in satisfaction. "Hmm, not bad, Katsumi-kun, you really are a pillar of society."

Even though she didn't see Shirakawa Miwa hug Lin Qiansheng yesterday, Tsukishima Kyoko could still see Lin Qiansheng's good qualities.

"Thank you for the compliment, Tsukishima-sensei. It's all thanks to your excellent teaching," Lin Qiansheng said with a smile. "Come, sit down."

Kyoko Tsukishima put her legs down, moved her chair aside, and made room for Qian Sheng Lin.

"Let me explain these blank questions to you. Although you couldn't solve them, daring to think is the first step towards success." "Okay, thank you, Tsukishima-sensei."

Lin Qiansheng thanked her and moved his chair to sit next to Tsukishima Kyoko.

The originally tight office suit became somewhat looser due to the sitting posture, and the tightly fastened buttons were finally able to breathe and relax a little. As Lin Qiansheng approached Tsukishima Kyoko, he could smell her faint, elegant fragrance.

A hint of panic flickered across Tsukishima Kyoko's delicate face, a faint blush rising to her fair skin. The close proximity brought back memories of Lin Qiansheng holding her hand the previous night. She could also smell the powerful aura emanating from him, making her heart race. Compared to last night's dream, it felt even more real.

"Ahem!" Kyoko Tsukishima coughed lightly to calm herself down. "This question." Kyoko Tsukishima began to explain the question to Qian Sheng Lin.

To be fair, her professional skills were excellent; otherwise, she wouldn't have become a homeroom teacher. After some effort, Tsukishima Kyoko finished explaining the few questions Lin Qiansheng had deliberately left blank. "Well, did you understand them all?" Tsukishima Kyoko asked.

"Yes, I've got it all. Thank you, Tsukishima-sensei, for giving me extra help. By the way, did you use the little green bottle I gave you yesterday?" "Yes, I did. It worked well. Thank you, Inui Katsutoshi." (Yawn)

Kyoko Tsukishima yawned involuntarily halfway through her sentence, a tear welling up in the corner of her eye. "Sorry, I didn't sleep well last night," Kyoko waved her hand dismissively.

“I do know some techniques for relieving mental fatigue; perhaps Professor Tsukishima would like to give them a try,” Lin Qiansheng said. “No.”

Kyoko Tsukishima was about to wave her hand in refusal when Shirakawa Mika's words from yesterday came to mind. "Kyoko, sometimes you have to express your feelings properly."

Shirakawa Miwa's words struck Tsukishima Kyoko's head like a warning bell. "Tsukishima-sensei, what? You don't want it?" Hayashi Inesatsu asked.

“No, no.” Kyoko Tsukishima waved her hand. “The teacher didn’t want to trouble you.”

"What's so troublesome about this? Even Tsukishima-sensei doesn't find it troublesome to give me private lessons, so why would I find it troublesome to give her a massage?"

Lin Qiansheng stood up with a smile, walked behind Tsukishima Kyoko, pressed her head down, and gently massaged it while simultaneously channeling a wisp of magic into her.

Kyoko Tsukishima immediately felt the pain in her head lessen considerably, and it felt as if she were soaking in a hot spring, very pleasant. "Mmm~"

A soft, whimper escaped Kyoko Tsukishima's throat involuntarily. Kyoko immediately blushed, her face turning a deep, ripe red. How could she, a teacher, make such an indecent sound in front of her students? How utterly disgraceful!

"It's alright, Tsukishima-sensei, this is all normal. Once you've shouted it out, the fatigue will disappear," Lin Qiansheng gently comforted him.

Chapter 128 Facial Cleanser

Kyoko Tsukishima did not respond, or rather, she dared not respond.

She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would say something that would cause misunderstanding again.

This is an office! Someone could come in at any time, and if they hear her, she's in big trouble!

But her body secretly craved the warmth Lin Qiansheng gave her, and deep within her soul surged a signal of longing to continue. Lin Qiansheng's palm seemed to possess a magical power, stirring a strange impulse within her.

Kyoko Tsukishima could only purse her thin lips tightly, her delicate feet, hidden in her high heels, curled up together, fiercely battling the strange sensation surging within her.

It could only occasionally let out a barely perceptible groan from its strange wings.

This awkward and unreliable side of Kyoko Tsukishima actually made her seem a bit more endearing, creating a stark contrast to her previous aloof and elegant female teacher persona.

Lin Qiansheng smiled slightly. Under his guidance, Tsukishima Kyoko's temper had already improved. He figured things would naturally fall into place soon.

As the head massage continued, even though Kyoko Tsukishima was tense, her facial expression gradually relaxed, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

She was completely devoid of her previous aloof and glamorous teacher demeanor. "Whoosh whoosh whoosh~"

Kyoko Tsukishima's chest rose and fell rhythmically as she drifted off to sleep.

A sweet smile played on her lips, a faint blush lingered on her fair face, and a hint of rosy light touched the corners of her eyes; she was clearly having a sweet dream. Lin Qiansheng gently moved his hand away and took out a pillow made of Ice Dream Swan feathers and a pillow made of Fiery Lion fur from his storage ring.

Blankets made from these materials.

He placed the pillow on the table, then gently laid Kyoko Tsukishima on it and covered her with a blanket to keep her warm. After doing all this, Lin Qiansheng suddenly sensed the presence of an evil spirit outside the office door.

As soon as I arrived, I saw the door open from the outside. Shirakawa Mika stood in the doorway with a faint smile on her face.

Today she wore a black office lady suit, with a light gold belt around her waist, and alluring black stockings covering her shapely legs. Paired with her golden hair, she looked beautiful and charming.

However, when Lin Qiansheng looked up, the origami crane above her head was no longer beautiful. Its surface had turned black, indicating that Baihe Meihe was about to be threatened by the minotaur.

"I remember that Professor Shirakawa was dealing with hypnosis, but I wonder if it was that guy named Morishita Wataru," Lin Qiansheng thought to himself.

As Shirakawa Mimi was about to enter the office, she noticed something amiss. Hayashi Inesatsu was standing to one side, while Tsukishima Kyoko was sitting nearby, fast asleep.

The next second, Shirakawa Mimi immediately closed the door, as if afraid that others would discover the strangeness in the office.

She ran over to Lin Qiansheng's side, gently tapped his head, and said coquettishly, "Qiansheng, I told you to get along well with Xiangzi, not to drug her!"

"No, Professor Baihe, what are you saying! What kind of drug! I'm innocent!" Lin Qiansheng said, covering his head.

"How are you going to explain Kyoko's situation! I've been her colleague for so long, and I've never seen her sleeping in the morning!" Shirakawa Miwa put her hands on her hips, her large, soft breasts heaving up and down.

"I ran into Ms. Tsukishima this morning and noticed she wasn't feeling well, so I gave her a massage. But then she fell asleep. If you don't believe me, when Ms. Tsukishima wakes up, Mr. Shirakawa can ask her himself why she hit my head," Lin Qiansheng explained.

Seeing the determination in Lin Qiansheng's eyes, Baihe Meihe realized that she had misunderstood him. She had been so concerned that she had panicked for a moment.

"I'm so sorry, Qian Sheng! I misunderstood you. Please forgive me!" Bai He Meihe placed her hands next to her fair face, tilted her head, and quickly winked at Lin Qian Sheng in a cute way.

"No offense, but Mr. Baihe, you're so old, why are you still acting cute!" Lin Qiansheng couldn't help but complain. Baihe Meihe immediately got angry, pulled Lin Qiansheng into her arms, and let him get a good taste of face wash.

While burying Lin Qiansheng deep in the soft abyss, they also rubbed Lin Qiansheng's head like they were petting a small animal. "Chirp chirp!" Lin Qiansheng was so oppressed by the soft, swaying body that he couldn't speak at all, and could only make incomprehensible sounds.

Although Lin Qiansheng was strong enough to break free from Baihe Meihe's restraints with just a little effort, who wouldn't love a fragrant white steamed bun?

"Teacher, I'm forever eighteen! Eighteen!!" Mimi Momokawa emphasized her age.

"Tell me, how much is the teacher?" Bai Hemei loosened her grip slightly, giving Lin Qiansheng a little breathing space.

Lin Qiansheng escaped from the softness, saying with lingering fear, "Eighteen years old, eighteen years old, Teacher Baihe will always be eighteen years old in my heart." Lin Qiansheng's words pleased Baihe Meihe greatly, her pink face blushing, and her pale golden eyes curving into beautiful crescent moons.

"That's a good student for a teacher." Baihe Meihe smiled and touched the spot where Lin Qiansheng had been hit. "Does it still hurt?" "It hurts! It hurts so much! I feel like my head would split open if I didn't have your embrace!" Lin Qiansheng said with a smile, "You look like you're asking for a beating, not like you're about to have a splitting headache!"

"Then Mr. Shirakawa can let go and see for himself." "No way!"

Lin Qiansheng, who lived in Baihe Meihe Building, increased his strength even more, and seemed a little reluctant to let go. Lin Qiansheng then took another wave of fragrant facial cleanser.

After playing around for a while, Shirakawa Miho continued to help Lin Qiansheng get in through connections and checked his homework.

"Hmm, Qian Sheng is really amazing. He got all the homework the teacher assigned right." Bai He Meihe smiled and patted Lin Qian Sheng's head.

Seeing her students make remarkable progress through her teaching makes Baihe Meihe very happy. "It's all thanks to Teacher Baihe's excellent teaching."

"Really? Haha." Shirakawa Miwa laughed heartily.

“But what I didn’t expect was that you had a knack for dealing with Kyoko.” Shirakawa Miwa said, looking at Kyoko who was sleeping beside her. “Even during lunch break, I’ve never seen a smile on Kyoko’s face.”

"Tell me, how did you do it? Tell the teacher." Baihe Meihe looked at Lin Qiansheng with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "Didn't I just say it was a massage to relax?" Lin Qiansheng raised his hand.

"Don't tease the teacher. Can a massage really have this effect?" Mimi Hyakukawa shook her head in disbelief.

Chapter 129 Ninety-Nine Hundred Million Units of Power! The Magnetic Field Rotates!

“If the teacher doesn’t believe it, he can try it himself and see how it goes,” Lin Qiansheng said.

"Okay, today I'll give it a try and see if it's as amazing as you say!" Shirakawa Miwa nodded. Despite her usual cheerful demeanor, Shirakawa Miwa sometimes suffers from shoulder pain.

She had tried seeking treatment from female massage therapists before, as walking around with two large coconuts hanging from her shoulders every day was indeed putting a lot of strain on them. However, even if she found relief on the day of the treatment, her shoulders would feel stiff again after a few days.

These are all temporary solutions, not permanent cures. After all, to truly address the root cause, she would have to cut off those two horrible lumps of fat. Although Lin Qiansheng had previously given her those little bottles that could make food taste better.

However, Shirakawa Miwa was still a little skeptical that Lin Qiansheng knew massage, a skill that required years of practice to master. "Teacher Shirakawa, just you wait and see!" Lin Qiansheng cracked his knuckles, twisted his neck, and prepared to unleash his true abilities!

"I'll teach this blonde, mature beauty who looks down on me a lesson in my power." Seeing Lin Qiansheng's eager expression, Baihe Meihe covered her mouth and chuckled, saying:

"Little guy, you're quite serious. If you really have that skill, you'll be my personal masseur from now on, and I'll give you special treatment every day." "Really?"

“Really!” Shirakawa Miho nodded seriously.

After all, if Lin Qiansheng really knew how, then she would have gained free labor. Since he was her student, she might as well use him.

Shirakawa Miho felt very inferior and filled with guilt.

So he had no choice but to use connections—that is, to tutor Lin Qiansheng and give him special instruction—to make up for his guilt. "Alright, I'm definitely going to use Teacher Baihe's connections!" A cryptic meaning crept into Lin Qiansheng's smile.

Shirakawa Miwa simply assumed that Lin Qiansheng was happy because he could study better. Lin Qiansheng pressed down on Shirakawa Miwa's rounded shoulders.

Upon first contact, Lin Qiansheng noticed that Shirakawa Miwa's shoulders were even stiffer than Tsukishima Kyoko's. "Ms. Shirakawa's shoulders are really stiff!"

"Now you know the teacher's difficulties, right? If you don't think it's going to work, you should give up as soon as possible." "Teacher, that's the wrong thing to say!"

"Oh? What's wrong?" Shirakawa Miho turned her head, tilting it slightly, a hint of curiosity appearing in her beautiful eyes. "To say a man is impotent is the greatest insult you can inflict on him!"

Suddenly, a brilliant white light appeared on Lin Qiansheng's palm! Nine hundred and ninety thousand horsepower of power! The magnetic field swirled!

As a surge of frenzied magic power flooded into Shirakawa Mimi's body, Lin Qiansheng, without any warning, immediately began using the highest level of massage techniques!

Baihe Meihe, who was closing her eyes and preparing to comfort Lin Qiansheng, had no idea that Lin Qiansheng would suddenly launch an attack, and immediately let out a series of charming screams.

Of course, there's no need to worry about waking up Kyoko Tsukishima, who's sleeping nearby; Lin Qiansheng had already set up a soundproofing array.

Like a startled cat, Mimi Hyakukawa instantly switched from non-back posture to back posture with a whoosh. Her relaxed posture, which had been leaning against the back of the chair, became stiff.

Her long, black-stockinged legs stretched out into a straight line, trembling like rolling waves, and her jade-like feet, encased in high heels, bloomed like flowers.

Mimi Shirakawa felt as if she were being attacked by a violent storm, like a small boat on the sea, being swept away by waves from all directions!

"Stop! Stop! Stop!!" Baihe Meihe hurriedly patted Lin Qiansheng's hand, telling him to stop for a moment.

However, Lin Qiansheng wouldn't obediently listen to Baihe Meihe's words; instead, he intensified his efforts, massaging Baihe Meihe's back. Baihe Xiaochuan's back massage!

"Teacher Shirakawa, do you still think I'm not good enough?" Lin Qiansheng leaned close to Shirakawa Mimi's ear, his words laced with apprehension. "Okay...ah~ fine...fine, teacher...please, stop for now...teacher can't take it anymore."

Mimi Shirakawa spoke intermittently, enduring the strange sensation gradually rising within her body.

“No, that won’t do, Professor Shirakawa. Once you start, you can’t stop. You have to complete the whole process.” “Besides, Professor Shirakawa, don’t you think your shoulders are already slack?”

Although Lin Qiansheng kept saying he couldn't stop, his hands gradually slowed down, turning from a raging storm into a gentle drizzle.

After all, if he managed to drive Shirakawa Mika senseless, who would he turn to for favors? Tsukishima Kyoko?

Baihe Meihe, who was under Lin Qiansheng's care, could directly feel that Lin Qiansheng's technique had become lighter. The feeling of dark clouds looming over them disappeared, and it was as if a rainbow had appeared on the horizon.

Baihe Meihe narrowed her eyes contentedly, a look of pleasure on her face. Her rosy lips parted slightly, exhaling warm, fragrant breath. The tips of her high heels lifted off the floor, wobbling slightly.

"How was it, Mr. Baihe? Was my technique effective?"

"Hmph, you still have the nerve to ask? You used so much force right from the start, and you've made the teacher look like this. What should your punishment be!"

Shirakawa Miwa suddenly remembered that Tsukishima Kyoko was still beside her, and quickly turned her head to look. Seeing that she was still asleep, she was relieved. If Tsukishima Kyoko saw her like this, she would definitely give her a lecture again.

“That’s because you, Mr. Baihe, ignited my competitive spirit. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be where I am today, right?” Lin Qiansheng said.

Baihe Meihe blushed, her slender white fingers clutching the hem of her skirt. She pursed her lips shyly, like a young girl, and said, "I'm...I'm sorry, teacher didn't mean to say that."

"After all, given your age, you previously gave me a little bottle that could make food taste better, and suddenly you say you can give massages. It's hard to imagine you know so much!"

"So, Mr. Baihe, do you believe it now?"

"Yes, I believe you. I'm a believer now." Shirakawa Mimi nodded vigorously.

Having personally experienced Lin Qiansheng's prowess, Shirakawa Miwa was genuinely impressed by him. She also understood why Hyakuzukijima Kyoko had fallen asleep.

Baihe Meihe felt as if Lin Qiansheng's palms possessed magic; wherever they pressed, it felt as if an electric current flowed through her, leaving her with a tingling, numb sensation.

"Honestly, Qian Sheng, even though it was the teacher's fault, you can't talk back to the teacher so forcefully. Just now, the teacher almost thought that you were going to break my body."

Baihe Meihe's beautiful eyes, brimming with moisture, gazed at Lin Qiansheng. Her fair and delicate skin flushed a blush as if she had applied rouge, making her as beautiful as a peach blossom.

Chapter 130 The teacher's stomach can hold so much stuff!