Chapter 102

Kitakami Yoru muttered and tried hard to find Yuigahama Yui's figure.

"Yui, take a look, how is it?"

Miura Yumiko's figure was already very tall, and her leg shape was very good, so wearing long boots made her look even more three-dimensional and moving.

"Ah? Very beautiful, it suits Yumiko very well."

Yuigahama Yui poked out half of her body, showed it, and disappeared again.

Kitakami Yoru was happy in his heart and wanted to walk in to find Yuigahama Yui, but lifted his foot and put it down again.

He hesitated.

"Should I go in or not~"

Kitakami Yoru, who was conflicted, sniffed his nose.

At this moment, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder from behind.

"Yahallo, what are you doing here? Kitakami-kun?"

Ebina Hina went to buy a drink and saw Kitakami Yoru standing outside, staring at Miura Yumiko inside.

He didn't even notice that she was standing behind him.

Kitakami Yoru was really startled; there was no need to doubt it.

Turning his head, he found it was Ebina Hina, who was in the popular group and had a good relationship with Miura Yumiko and Yuigahama Yui.

She was holding a bag of drinks, and her face was filled with curiosity and a trace of weirdness as she looked at him.

"Haha, gomen, did I scare you?"

"You've been looking at Yumiko the whole time, right?"

Ebina Hina smiled and said.

"No... no, I want to find Yuigahama-san."

Kitakami Yoru waved his hands quickly.

"What's going on outside?"

"Eh, it's Hina and him?!"

Miura Yumiko was a bit surprised by Kitakami Yoru appearing at the door, and her good friend Ebina Hina was still talking to him.

"It's Yui, you are in the same club as Yui, right? I remember."

Ebina Hina pushed her old, rustic red-framed glasses; it was unexpected that such a youthful and beautiful girl would wear rustic glasses.

Really surprising.

"More or less."

Kitakami Yoru didn't explain in detail that he was there for tutoring.

A club specifically for helping others?

Yui didn't go today.

Ebina Hina thought in her heart and signaled Kitakami Yoru to go in with her.

"Strange, what's wrong?"

Miura Yumiko shouted, watching Ebina Hina bring Kitakami Yoru in.

The main business of the commercial street actually relied on Shuchiin students.

Everyone was working hard to review during this period, and the foot traffic on the commercial street would drop significantly after the final exam and summer vacation.

At this time, shops would basically have promotional activities.

Miura Yumiko was happy because there were few people, and she was happy to try on shoes with free space.

The movement here naturally attracted Yuigahama Yui.

"Yui, someone is looking for you."

Ebina Hina walked into the store and shouted inside.

"Don't be so loud."

Kitakami Yoru's eyelids jumped, and he glanced at his desk mate Miura Yumiko.

"Who is it?"

"Eh, it's Kitakami-kun, did something happen?"

Yuigahama Yui, wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and with some dirt on her face, walked out.

"Oh oh, it's nothing, it's just that I..."

"Have something I want to ask you, please advise..."

Kitakami Yoru squeezed out a smile embarrassedly.

He was a bit reserved and didn't notice that Miura Yumiko and Ebina Hina were both wearing Shuchiin uniforms.

Yuigahama Yui had even changed her shoes into a pair of sneakers.

"Say it?"

Yuigahama Yui patted her face.

Kitakami Yoru didn't answer immediately, but glanced at the three beautiful girls in the store, feeling reserved as they watched him.

"It's just... if I want to give a gift to a girl of the same age, what should I give?"

There was silence in the store.

A while later, Kitakami Yoru opened his mouth under Yuigahama Yui's expectant gaze.

Silence...

Silence again...

"Ahahaha, you... haha... are you trying to pursue a female classmate?"

Miura Yumiko laughed first, breaking the deadlock, holding her small abdomen and laughing loudly.

Would anyone like Kitakami Yoru?

Absolutely impossible!

Are their eyes blind, liking this disgusting fat otaku?

Although it looked like Kitakami Yoru was a little thinner than at the beginning of the semester, maybe he was losing weight.

Never mind if he could lose it or not, even if he did, it would be impossible, right?

Hahaha~

Kitakami Yoru immediately cast a look and replied: "No, it's to express gratitude!"

"Oh, gomen gomen, I'm the kind of personality who says whatever comes to mind~"

Miura Yumiko restrained her laughter and tacitly looked at her other two good sisters, Yuigahama Yui and Ebina Hina.

"Is the other party from our school?"

Yuigahama Yui asked.

Kitakami Yoru nodded.

Giving gifts was a science.

Especially for a fat otaku like Kitakami Yoru.

Just his identity was very easy to make people misunderstand.

Not to mention the identity of the gift recipient.

What kind of group were the people who could go to Shuchiin?

"This..."

Yuigahama Yui started to ponder, thinking of Yukinoshita Yukino.

She didn't know if Kitakami-kun wanted to thank Yukino-chan?

It wasn't very good to ask directly.

"How about sending food?"

"Who can live without food?"

Ebina Hina interjected, raised her index finger in front of her chest, and flashed in front of Kitakami Yoru to suggest.

"Food?"

Kitakami Yoru frowned slightly and thought carefully.

"Food definitely won't work; this is expressing gratitude, it won't work, it won't work~"

Miura Yumiko expressed her opinion with interest, waved her hand, and directly vetoed Ebina Hina's suggestion.

Seeing Miura Yumiko's performance, Kitakami Yoru was slightly surprised; she actually helped him come up with ideas?

However, vetoing sending food, he felt it made a lot of sense.

So he nodded.

Sending food to Yukinoshita Yukino.

Sending food to Hiratsuka Shizuka, sending food to Fujiwara Chika.

Want Want gift pack?

High-end chocolate?

Not suitable.

No matter what food he sent, it wasn't suitable.

"How about sending small accessories? Necklace? Bracelet?"

Yuigahama Yui wasn't an expert in this area either.

"This doesn't seem very suitable, right?"

"Sending accessories, necklaces, or bracelets is more like a gift between lovers, or it's pursuit, and it doesn't match gratitude, unless the other party just likes a certain style and it happens to be sent correctly."

Miura Yumiko took the lead and said his inner thoughts for Kitakami Yoru.

There was another layer, which was that Fujiwara Chika, Hiratsuka Shizuka, and Yukinoshita Yukino were all people with wealthy families.

Much wealthier than her own family.

Could they not afford accessories, bracelets, or necklaces?

He didn't have money, so should he buy cheap ones to send?

No, absolutely not.

Seeing that Yuigahama Yui and Ebina Hina were unreliable, Kitakami Yoru cast his gaze on Miura Yumiko.

The other party didn't refuse, but instead rested her chin on her hand and paced back and forth to think.

Kitakami Yoru wasn't in a hurry either.

"Send something the other party likes."

Ebina Hina interjected.

Kitakami Yoru glanced at her and shook his head gently.

"How about sending a high-end skincare set?"

"Essence, lotion, cream, don't send lipstick."

Miura Yumiko suddenly spoke up and said to Kitakami Yoru.

"Think about it, every girl loves beauty; sending skincare products is not wrong at all, they can use them directly."

"This is not an optimal choice, but it's not the worst either; it's a universal choice that will never go wrong..."

"As long as it's not a little girl, it's suitable for grandmothers too."

"Just need to pay attention, send a set, a set, a single one is very monotonous, and it must be high-end light luxury level."

"La Mer, Guerlain Orchidée Impériale, Helena Rubinstein Black Bandage..."

The beautiful blonde popular girl counted on her fingers one by one, talking about them like she was counting her family treasures.

After speaking, she sat on the chair and sighed.

"This is a good method, thank you, Miura-san."

Kitakami Yoru thanked her and felt it made a lot of sense.

It's just...

It's just that high-end cosmetics hurt his wallet too much, and he couldn't afford them at all.

Without taking Eriri's ten million, Kitakami Yoru relied on the living expenses given by his family.

A bottle of La Mer cream, 40,000 yen, and that was the tax-free price.

Three bottles, 120,000 yen!

Buying a set, counting the lotion or essence that came with it, it would cost at least 200,000 yen?

200,000 yen was equivalent to the after-tax monthly salary of an ordinary college student who had just graduated.

As for why Kitakami Yoru knew the price so clearly, it was because his mom, Kitakami Megumi, used La Mer.

He had also heard of Guerlain's Orchidée Impériale and Helena Rubinstein's Black Bandage.

Containing the former, a small box containing tens of milliliters of cream, sold for over 200,000 yen.

While Kitakami Yoru was worried about money.

Miura Yumiko felt that the long boots were stuffy, so she simply took them off, took off her black short cotton socks, and stepped on the cold floor with a pair of fair, tender, top-tier beautiful feet, breathing fresh air.

"Thanks."

Kitakami Yoru didn't look carefully and thanked her before leaving.

Leaving the commercial street, Kitakami Yoru quickened his pace and walked to the station.

On the way back by car, he checked the price of high-end skincare products on his phone, and his face almost turned green.

Too expensive, he couldn't afford them at all.

And it was impossible to ask his family for this money to buy gifts, right?

Was this gift precious?

Actually, it wasn't precious, according to Kitakami Yoru's family conditions, or according to Fujiwara Chika's family conditions.

The elders in the family were the batch of people who controlled the top power in all of Japan.

"But I can't think of any other gifts to send."

Gratitude could be expressed at any time, but Kitakami Yoru wanted to send it out before the final exam summer vacation.

He was conflicted in his heart for a while before he stopped thinking about it.

Returned home.

San-san seemed to have forgotten that Kitakami Yoru had forcibly given it a bath and de-wormed it earlier.

It came up very affectionately and rubbed against Kitakami Yoru's pant legs.

Cats didn't know about the human world and behavior; everything was viewed by cat standards.

In San-san's view, Kitakami Yoru went out early and returned late every day, and it had food to eat when he returned.

Then, Kitakami Yoru must be going out to hunt and find food.

"Hehe."

Kitakami Yoru changed into slippers, picked up San-san, and returned to his room.

Put down his schoolbag and went to turn on the bathroom heater.

Played with San-san for a while, and then started cooking.

Opened the refrigerator; there wasn't much food left.

The things he bought at the market street yesterday were basically fruit and some clean canned food.

There wasn't much fresh vegetable left.

Found a bag of remaining potatoes, and Kitakami Yoru planned to make some mashed potatoes to eat.

Potatoes were high-quality carbohydrates, even more suitable than rice.

It's just that boiling them in plain water didn't taste good.

Washed them, peeled them, sliced them, and steamed them over high heat for ten minutes.

During this period, Kitakami Yoru mashed a fresh tomato, added a little olive oil and bottled ketchup, and soy sauce as a sauce.

Then took the potatoes out to cool, mashed them with a spoon, put them into a plastic bag, and beat them with the back of a knife...

Dong dong dong...

It rang in the kitchen for more than ten minutes.

After the work was done, one of Kitakami Yoru's arms was sore.

Put the dinner away properly without eating it.

Kitakami Yoru returned to his room to get his phone, planning to go out.

"Be obedient at home; I'll open a cat can for you when I get back."

Stroked San-san's chubby head hard, and Kitakami Yoru went out.

"Aoyama-san, are you going out too?"

On the stairs, Kitakami Yoru met Aoyama Nanami, who was wearing simple casual clothes.

"Yes, I'm going to the supermarket."