The outdoor livestream suddenly turned into a spectacle of absurdity, undoubtedly a pleasant surprise for viewers.
The crowd of onlookers shared the same thought.
At first, everyone marveled when Shirase performed his "magic trick" of spinning a grown man around effortlessly.
But as the man with the parted hair continued spinning longer and longer in Shirase's hands, everyone gradually realized a critical issue: How could a teenage boy rotate an adult man so effortlessly?
They weren't the only ones thinking that. At this moment, Yukinoshita Haruno voiced the same confusion: "He really goes to your school?"
"Yes." Yukinoshita Yukino nodded.
"How strange. Boys this age are still growing. Unless he's been obsessed with working out and strength training since childhood, it shouldn't be possible for him to spin an adult man around in his grip... And he's making it look way too easy, isn't he?"
Yukinoshita Yukino didn't answer her sister's question.
Because compared to this, she was more concerned about why Shirase suddenly changed his behavior today.
This completely contradicted his image at school—someone who avoided interactions with strangers.
As for acting heroically?
That streamer was at most a public nuisance who just wouldn't leave Shirase alone. Normally, a loud reprimand and swiftly walking away would have sufficed.
Using force was clearly unnecessary.
Yet Shirase not only used force but did it swiftly and decisively.
Merely watching the parted-haired guy crying and spinning helplessly was enough to make one feel the dizzying, nauseating sensation of riding a pirate ship attraction at an amusement park.
That's enough system. Shirase reminded, noticing the streamer's terrified cries growing weaker.
The system immediately stopped.
The moment he was let go, the parted-haired man dropped to the ground and began violently throwing up.
The system considerately patted his shoulder: "Your livestream gifts are skyrocketing. You've earned quite a bit this time, hand over my fifty thousand yen."
"Wasn't it twenty thousand?" the parted-haired man asked miserably, raising his pale face.
"This kind of experience is usually reserved for amusement parks. Extra charge applies."
"…Understood."
So you're still thinking about the money, huh? Shirase snarked.
[Host, you might not realize, but this is money the system has legitimately earned. We shouldn't turn it down.]
After the system's response, the streamer's companion, clearly terrified, nervously handed over a wad of bills.
The system accepted calmly, turned around, and walked away.
Shirase felt regretful. If he'd been controlling his body right now, he'd definitely remind this streamer, "Remember to wear your parted wig to court next time."
"Wait a sec!"
The only girl among the trio suddenly ran forward, gazing flirtatiously at Shirase, her voice sugary-sweet, "Hey handsome, do you usually work out? Lifting Yamada looked so easy for you—your muscles must be really developed, right?"
"Speak human." The system returned instantly to its usual cold demeanor.
The girl wasn't deterred at all; rather, her expression grew even more flirtatious, "Can I get your contact info?"
Shirase wasn't worried in the slightest.
He knew that the system was hopeless at dealing with people unless provoked and normally avoided interaction altogether.
As expected, the system's gaze slowly drifted downward, landing briefly on the girl's ultra-short shorts. Then it coldly spat out, "Airhead."
Then he simply walked away.
The girl stood frozen, mouth hanging open.
Among the spectators, someone raised a thumb in approval: "A true role model for our generation!"
In their eyes, Shirase's departing figure seemed somehow taller, radiating a steel-straight masculinity—like someone who brushes off everything after solving problems, hiding his true steel-hard self deep inside.
"Is he always like that at school?" Yukinoshita Haruno's beautiful eyes glowed brighter, lips curving into an intrigued smile.
Yukinoshita Yukino shook her head, "No."
Then added quietly, "Neither what I've seen of him at school nor when Hiratsuka-sensei dragged me along to bump into him at the ramen shop the other day matches his personality today."
"Really?" Hearing this, Yukinoshita Haruno's eyes glowed even more intensely.
She'd clearly taken an interest in Shirase.
Yukinoshita Yukino inwardly sighed. She knew her sister's personality better than anyone.
"What's his name? Which class?" Yukinoshita Haruno turned and asked.
"Shirase Haruto, he's in my class." Yukinoshita Yukino knew there was no point hiding it, answering honestly.
But she still couldn't help adding, "You're not planning to cause trouble for him, right?"
"How could I? Do I look like such a terrible woman?" Yukinoshita Haruno smiled sweetly.
"You don't look like one—you already are."
"Ara, a little sister who deadpans such comments at her elder sister is quite adorable too~"
"…"
...
Meanwhile, after buying tools, Shirase returned home.
Following loud banging and clanging in the bathroom, the toilet emerged sparkling clean, as good as brand-new.
Having finished repairing the toilet, the system controlled Shirase's body, heading towards the bedroom.
[Host's intention to study detected; system will assist.]
Under Shirase's watchful eyes, instead of grabbing the geography textbook on the table, the system pulled out a math workbook from the shelf.
Ten seconds later, the system promptly closed the workbook again.
[System realizes it still cannot understand these problems, decides to give up once more.]
Shirase: "Amazing… You're still hung up on your previous failure at math?"
After this round of [Free Hosting] ended, Shirase directly opened the [Wheel-of-Fortune Lottery].
The progress bar had now reached 30%.
Having experienced this twice before, he ignored the first three prizes and zeroed in directly on the fourth:
[Kojima Kana's Love-Filled Omurice]
"Go ahead, how do you plan to get me Kana-nee's omurice this time?" Shirase said calmly.
He knew for sure he'd win this prize anyway.
[Host, please don't lose hope. A one-in-four chance is still quite high. Perhaps you'll draw Matsushita Saeko-sensei's complete works.]
"No thanks. I prefer Hatano-sensei's earlier works over Matsushita-sensei's." Shirase flatly rejected, spinning the wheel.
As expected, the wheel's blue cursor stopped precisely on [Kojima Kana's Love-Filled Omurice].
"And then?" Shirase's voice remained unchanged.
He'd long since stopped caring about these random rewards. Regardless, he'd still receive the prize and unlock that new [Immersive Hosting] feature.
By now, Shirase didn't even care about the lottery itself—only the physical enhancements that followed.
[System detects host's excitement level remains at zero, expressing disappointment and difficulty.]
"Difficulty? Then don't bother at all."
[Host, please rest assured. System's hosting modes exist precisely to enhance your quality of life, worry-free.]
Shirase ignored the system's nonsense.
Then he saw "himself" calmly pull out his phone and dial Kojima Kana.
When the call connected, the system spoke coldly: "Kana-nee, I want to eat omurice. Can you make it for me?"
"Eh?"
On the other end, Kojima Kana, currently shopping for cockroach repellent with Kirisu Mafuyu, was stunned. Then she joyfully exclaimed, "You actually want to eat omurice made by me?"
"Yes. Preferably the kind with a ketchup-drawn heart."
"A ketchup heart? Hahaha, you really are such a kid. I've only been out half a day, and you're already missing your big sister... I'll be right back!"
After hanging up and clearly hearing Kojima Kana's delighted voice, Shirase commented flatly, "Actually, I don't even want omurice."
The system remained quiet for a moment, then responded:
[Detecting host's dislike for omurice, system decides that after obtaining the prize, it will personally make a love-filled lunch for host.]
Why's this system acting so suspiciously nice?
Shirase absolutely refused to accept it.