Yukinoshita Haruno was a woman of action.
She did what she said—always.
Under Yukino's complicated gaze, Haruno grabbed her sister's hand and quickly stepped out of the café to follow Shirase.
Initially, Yukino thought Haruno would observe Shirase secretly from a safe distance.
But once they reached the sidewalk, she quickly realized her sister had no intention of hiding. Instead, she boldly dragged Yukino along, positioning them both just a meter behind Shirase.
"Are you sure this distance is appropriate?" Yukino felt extremely uncomfortable.
"What's the problem? We're just innocent bystanders here to enjoy the show… Look, aren't there others doing the same thing?" Haruno gestured at the surroundings.
Yukino couldn't refute that.
The three eccentrically dressed young people in front were clearly doing an outdoor livestream—a common sight nowadays. But even so, curious passersby naturally paused, drawn by the novelty, eager to watch whatever oddity these streamers might create.
Currently, Shirase was being pestered by a man with a long middle-parted hairstyle.
"Hey, don't be so cold, man. With a handsome face like yours, just help me out with the livestream for a bit—just for a moment. If you agree, I'll even pay you."
The long-haired guy tugged at Shirase's sleeve with an exaggerated grin.
The man's companions—a guy and a girl—laughed along, egging him on.
For livestreamers, especially those doing outdoor streams, thick skin was mandatory. Without boldly approaching and engaging strangers, they'd struggle to create entertaining content.
Right now, the streamer clearly intended to use the handsome passerby, Shirase, to boost his views.
"Let go." The system had none of Shirase's patience; its tone was cold and unmistakably threatening.
"How about 20,000 yen? You only need to cooperate for ten minutes, and I'll pay you twenty thousand!" The streamer confidently held up two fingers.
In his mind, 20,000 yen was a massive sum for someone Shirase's age. Paying this amount for a good-looking guest would easily earn him back more in views.
And considering the streamer's nose ring and tattoos, nobody would expect his content to be tasteful. The lower he went, the more his audience grew—everyone loved watching clowns humiliate themselves.
Seeing Shirase's silence, the streamer switched tactics, resorting to mockery: "C'mon, man, you've got such a photogenic face—you're not scared of a little camera, are you? You're supposed to be a man, don't be such a coward, or girls will look down on you."
"It seems the boy you're interested in is having trouble. Want to help him out?" Haruno watched with growing interest, smiling mischievously.
Yukino drew a sharp breath, speaking slowly and firmly: "Like I said before, he's not a boy I'm interested in. He and I are merely classmates—barely acquaintances, definitely not friends."
"But… you've never paid attention to other boys before. You can't argue with that, right?" Haruno's smile widened confidently, placing herself immediately in an unbeatable position.
Yukino coldly snorted, deciding not to continue this conversation. "Based on my assessment of him, he'll likely shake the man off and leave immediately. There won't be anything interesting to see."
"Oh, really?" Haruno studied Shirase with heightened curiosity.
Under the gaze of the Yukinoshita sisters, the system-controlled Shirase had already stopped responding to the streamer.
[This individual is unreasonable and unpleasant. The system will now execute justice.]
Shirase remained calm. We're in a crowded area. If you hit someone here, it'll cause me trouble.
[The system does not wish to cause trouble for the host.]
[System analyzing…]
[System has a plan.]
Already?
As Shirase wondered what the hell the dumb system was plotting, he saw "himself" turn around and coldly address the streamer who was still grinning idiotically: "You want to earn money from livestreaming?"
The streamer laughed without care. "Obviously? Who livestreams without wanting cash? So, you've finally agreed?"
"I'll help you create good content," the system answered simply.
The streamer burst into laughter, triumphant. "I knew you'd come around. After all, 20,000 yen must be irresistible for a guy your age."
Watching this scene unfold, Haruno chuckled softly at her sister. "Looks like you were wrong. He didn't leave immediately."
Simultaneously, Haruno's interest in Shirase plummeted to zero. Associating with shady types just for 20,000 yen disgusted her thoroughly.
Yukino stayed silent, confusion in her eyes.
She'd bet her life that her judgment about Shirase was correct.
Considering his personality, it was impossible he'd agree to cooperate with such low-level streamers.
Moreover, the streamer's appearance alone was enough to make anyone disgusted at first glance.
"What's going on?" Yukino unconsciously tightened her fists. Had she really been mistaken about him?
At this point, a small crowd had formed around the scene. Under everyone's gaze, the streamer grew even more excited, gripping Shirase's sleeve and dramatically announcing to his audience, "Look closely, everyone! I've brought you a handsome guest today. He'll put on a great show for you! This might just be the best-looking guest I've ever had in two and a half years of streaming outdoors... Hey, hey, what're you—!?"
Before the streamer could finish, the selfie-stick holding his phone was suddenly ripped from his grasp by Shirase.
Immediately afterward, the streamer felt his feet leave the ground entirely. With everyone watching, Shirase effortlessly lifted him with one hand, holding him up as easily as if he weighed nothing more than a chicken.
Gasps of shock erupted from the onlookers, even the Yukinoshita sisters looked astonished.
The system then spoke clearly, without emotion:
"The next program is called 'Human Trash Spin'."
Without hesitation, the system used one arm to clamp the selfie-stick into position, then firmly grasped the back of the streamer's clothes with both hands. With a flick of Shirase's wrists, the streamer began rotating rapidly upside-down, spinning like a helpless top.
"Huh, he's spinning him around!?" Haruno's elegant eyes widened in amazement, and her interest in Shirase—once at absolute zero—began rapidly soaring upward.
Even Yukino's mouth dropped open slightly. She had genuinely never witnessed something like this before.
"You bastard—put me down! Let me go, damn it!"
As the streamer yelled furiously in panic, his vision spun wildly. Nausea and dizziness surged violently until he could no longer form coherent sentences—only able to scream obscenities in increasingly broken speech.
The system's voice remained ice-cold. "It seems the title needs updating from 'Human Trash Spin' to 'Spinning Colonel,' considering how his speech has now developed a distinctly Colonel-esque accent."
Spinning him like that won't cause serious harm, will it? Shirase asked offhandedly.
[Rest assured, host. At worst, he'll only throw up for about half an hour afterward. He won't die that easily. More importantly, this method won't cause any trouble for you. Everyone will just assume it's all part of a planned performance—no one will call the police.]
Shirase considered this thoughtfully, then, in a rare moment, praised the system sincerely: You, my friend, are the true hero.
[System has received praise from the host and will therefore perform even more diligently.]
As it responded, the system even found time to glance at the phone's livestream chat. "Thank you to user 'Still Talking Tough' for the rocket donation. Someone's sending you gifts. Happy now?"
"…Happy, my ass!!" the streamer shouted furiously, eyes squeezed shut as he spun helplessly in circles.