Chapter 101

He and Miura Yumiko were not only unfamiliar, but they also had a small misunderstanding and were unhappy.

He was also a little embarrassed to ask.

Besides, whether Miura Yumiko would pay attention to him was also a big question.

However...

“Yuigahama-san can be asked; she is still very easy to get along with and will give me advice.”

Kitakami Yoru turned his head and looked at Yuigahama Yui’s conspicuous bun hairstyle.

If that didn't work, Kato-san would also be fine.

Everyone was studying hard for the final exam, so he wouldn't disturb her for now.

Kitakami Yoru went to the restroom; Eriri’s seat was still empty, and he didn't find her school bag either.

When he came back, the morning reading bell rang.

It was the Japanese teacher, Hiratsuka Shizuka’s class.

Since the start of the semester, the courses that should have been learned had been learned, and the rest was review, a lot of review.

“What gift should I send to thank Hiratsuka-sensei?”

Kitakami Yoru worried for the whole class until the bell rang.

Watching the hot, mature beauty teacher Hiratsuka Shizuka leave, he had a flash of inspiration.

Hiratsuka Shizuka liked to smoke.

Should he send her two cartons of cigarettes?

This idea was immediately rejected by himself.

Unreliable.

The next class was World History taught by Kirisu Mafuyu.

The gold treasure chest above her head hadn't increased by a single progress bar.

Two consecutive gold treasure chests had produced incredibly magical rewards, which could be said to have changed his fate against the heavens. [1

"How should I open it?"

Kitakami Yoru was both delighted and troubled.

He went out as usual at noon and bought a bottle of black coffee.

With final exams approaching, even black coffee had become a hot commodity.

After school in the afternoon, Kitakami Yoru walked to the Service Club as usual.

He ran into Yukinoshita Yukino downstairs and they walked up together.

He opened the door.

The afternoon sunlight shone into the Service Club.

"Rest for a moment, let's start the lesson. We'll be doing tests soon, let's see how you did on your final exams."

Yukinoshita Yukino was still her usual self; even when she was with Yuigahama Yui, she didn't act particularly familiar.

Kitakami Yoru nodded gently, gazing at the cold beauty Yukinoshita Yukino before him, and began to worry again about what gift he should give to thank her for her help.

Although Yukinoshita Yukino claimed it was Hiratsuka Shizuka's request and that she was only being so attentive because of the commission,

and that she didn't need any thanks, Kitakami Yoru felt he couldn't just show no appreciation at all.

At the very least, he should give a small gift to express his gratitude.

A heart of gratitude...

"Why didn't Yuigahama-san come?"

A short while later, Kitakami Yoru looked outside curiously.

Miura Yumiko had been studying so hard today; surely she wouldn't still be dragging Yuigahama Yui out to play after school, right?

"Yuigahama-san had something to take care of at home, so she went to help."

Yukinoshita Yukino picked up a piece of chalk, answered indifferently, and cast a questioning glance at him.

"I have something I wanted to ask Yuigahama-san about."

Kitakami Yoru touched his hair in embarrassment and replied to Yukinoshita Yukino.

"You're in the same class as her, aren't you? There were so many chances today, why didn't you ask?"

Yukinoshita Yukino was taken aback.

"There are so many people in class, and everyone is watching; I couldn't find a chance to be alone with Yuigahama-san."

"As a notorious, disgusting, fat otaku, if I were to rush over and ask Yuigahama-san, I wouldn't mind the judgment."

"But what if it made Yuigahama-san feel uncomfortable? So I didn't ask."

Kitakami Yoru sighed softly and replied.

Yukinoshita Yukino fell silent for a moment, then suddenly covered her mouth and chuckled, revealing a row of white, neat teeth.

"I didn't expect the peeping tom to be so considerate of others; you're quite thoughtful."

Then, Yukinoshita Yukino added a dry, black-bellied, sharp-tongued remark.

"Let's start the lesson; isn't it all so I can give you a gift?"

Kitakami Yoru said the first half, but left the second half unsaid.

They proceeded with the lesson as usual.

Yukinoshita Yukino was teaching Japanese literature, and Kitakami Yoru listened intently; alone with the school's famous ice beauty, his mind was completely clear of distractions.

With the boost of ten times the effort in return,

Kitakami Yoru's learning efficiency and gains were surprisingly high, enough to make even Yukinoshita Yukino slightly astonished.

It was simply incredible.

Half an hour later.

The one-on-one tutoring session ended.

Yukinoshita Yukino took out her water bottle and took a sip, staring at Kitakami Yoru the whole time: "Have you had a breakthrough? Your learning efficiency has become so much higher."

"Maybe my brain got sharper after being discharged from the hospital."

Kitakami Yoru brushed it off, pointing to his own head.

"Hmm..."

"Then you should maintain this state and keep working hard."

Yukinoshita Yukino clicked her tongue inwardly; did this kind of learning efficiency really exist?

To memorize a long passage and be able to recite it word-for-word after reading it once?

But she didn't think too much about it.

With a little time left in the club activity, she let Kitakami Yoru review and read on his own while she caught up on her own work.

Four-thirty, and a little bit more.

The club activity ended.

Kitakami Yoru left the Service Club first and walked out of Shuchiin Academy alone.

"Why is he at school again..."

At the school gate, Kanda Sorata, who was leaving with a group from the soccer club, felt a bit down.

He had failed his confession to Aoyama Nanami and had even been called disgusting and annoying, and told to get lost.

He was even worse off than this disgusting fat otaku before him.

His only consolation was the thought that Aoyama Nanami could never possibly fall for Kitakami Yoru.

Kitakami Yoru wasn't walking very fast, wondering if Gabriel had come to school today, or if she had overslept and was late.

Or if she hadn't come at all.

Lost in thought, he arrived at the commercial street and walked past a shoe store.

Kitakami Yoru turned his head to look inside, his footsteps retreating.

A large, clean floor-to-ceiling glass window left everything in the store with nowhere to hide.

"If Miura Yumiko is here, then Yuigahama-san is basically here too, right?"

Through the glass, Kitakami Yoru watched Miura Yumiko, who was standing sideways to him, trying on shoes.

With a light hook of her slender, bony index finger, she took off the small leather shoes she was wearing and sat on a chair.

She tucked her small feet, clad in black short cotton socks, and her impeccable, beautiful calves into a pair of off-white leather boots.

She pulled up the zipper.

"So girls' boots like these have zippers; I always thought they just shoved their feet in."