Chapter 136

Fujiwara Chika muttered, looking at Pesu's back, always feeling that she wasn't strict enough.

Kitakami Yoru had already started his morning run.

Just halfway through the first kilometer, his stamina was almost exhausted, and he began to rely on willpower to keep going.

His pace gradually slowed down.

But if he persisted for a little longer, it wouldn't be a big problem.

A few minutes later, when he was a few hundred meters away from his set goal, Kitakami Yoru exhaled and began to walk slowly.

At least he could persist in running 1700 meters in one breath without stopping.

The progress was already very obvious.

As he walked toward the last short distance, Pesu came over to open a "lucky blind box" again.

Its luck was good today; it rushed over and saw Kitakami Yoru immediately.

"Wang wang~"

The familiar dog bark came from behind him.

Kitakami Yoru just looked at Pesu and shook his head with a smile.

Whose dog is this, anyway?

He could meet it often.

Kitakami Yoru scratched his long hair, which he had let down and was soaked with sweat.

His hairstyle at this moment looked very much like that accountant from the student council named Ishigami Yu, blocking his face completely.

Only when he tilted his head up or down would his hair spread out, vaguely revealing his perfect facial features.

Pesu ran to the front of Kitakami Yoru and circled around him happily and fawningly.

Closely following Kitakami Yoru, they walked to a well-trimmed flower bed; Kitakami Yoru checked his phone before stopping to rest.

"Come here, let me see your dog tag..."

Kitakami Yoru didn't mind the dirt, sat on the edge of the lawn, and beckoned to Pesu.

With its tail wagging happily behind it, Pesu walked over and sat down obediently.

Unfortunately, there was absolutely no information on the dog tag.

Kitakami Yoru rested for a while and walked back to his bag unhurriedly.

On the other side.

Fujiwara Chika ran two laps around the scenic, clear-water artificial lake, broke a light sweat, and stopped to look for Pesu.

"How did it run out of my sight again?"

Fujiwara Chika exhaled through her mouth and put her hands on her hips.

A bit angry, Fujiwara Chika walked in the direction Pesu had just run off in, searching along the way.

The park was large, but someone would always see Pesu.

After asking a few people, Fujiwara Chika found the area near Kitakami Yoru and shouted Pesu's name loudly.

"Wait a moment."

Kitakami Yoru looked at Pesu, who was constantly circling under the chair and wagging its tail, and commanded.

"Wang!"

This little dog, which was clever enough to be a guide dog, immediately sat down obediently.

Kitakami Yoru took out the breakfast he had made today, placed it on his lap, and drank a sip of water unhurriedly.

Today's breakfast was a traditional Japanese breakfast: seaweed rice balls.

Kitakami Yoru had molded them himself, and the filling inside was also his own special recipe, mainly pork floss and tuna.

Taking one out, Kitakami Yoru took a bite himself and looked at the pitiful Pesu in front of him.

He broke off a small piece with his hand and threw it high into the air.

Pesu's attention was focused; it jumped up directly and swallowed it with its big mouth open.

Landing on the ground, it tasted it happily, and after swallowing, it didn't forget to lick its mouth with its tongue.

Kitakami Yoru finished one, took out the second, and similarly shared a small piece with Pesu.

"Pesu—"

A shout came from far away.

It was at a certain distance from Kitakami Yoru, and he wasn't very familiar with Fujiwara Chika's voice, so he didn't recognize it.

Pesu, however, was very sensitive to its owner's voice; its first reaction upon hearing it was to hide, burying its head directly and crawling under the chair Kitakami Yoru was sitting on.

"Eh? Is it calling you?"

The movement in Kitakami Yoru's hand stopped, and he looked down at his feet.

"Wang—wang—wang wang—"

Pesu barked a few times and shifted its body.

"You should go out; your owner is looking for you very anxiously."

Kitakami Yoru lost the mood to feed it and took a bite of the rice ball directly.

The fragrance of the filling filled Kitakami Yoru's mouth.

Delicious!

Any dish Kitakami Yoru made was above the standard line, almost comparable to a chef's level.

Pesu, hiding under the chair, wagged its tail anxiously, then remembered Fujiwara Chika's voice again.

Kitakami Yoru, eating the rice ball, didn't notice the shouting getting closer and closer.

The next second, Pesu suddenly rushed out, barked at Kitakami Yoru, and ran toward Fujiwara Chika's direction.

It was clever and quickly figured it out.

Fujiwara Chika was worried that it would eat random things, but it hadn't.

As long as it brought Fujiwara Chika, its owner, over, wouldn't she stop worrying?

The gluttonous Pesu rushed quickly, barking as it ran to attract Fujiwara Chika.

"Alright, where did you run off to?"

From afar, Fujiwara Chika finally saw Pesu and felt relieved.

"Wang—wang—"

Pesu came to Fujiwara Chika, twisted its neck directly, and signaled Fujiwara Chika to follow.

"Where are you taking me?"

Without giving Fujiwara Chika a chance to ask, Pesu turned around and ran toward the place where Kitakami Yoru was.

"Pesu, wait for me..."

"What are you doing!"

Fujiwara Chika chased after it with all her might, barely keeping up.

Kitakami Yoru had eaten half of the rice ball; he made them relatively small, about the weight of three bites.

Drinking water and planning to browse the news on his phone, Pesu rushed back again.

"Alright, I'll give you one."

Kitakami Yoru smiled helplessly, took out a rice ball, and threw it to Pesu.

At this moment.

The late-arriving Fujiwara Chika really couldn't run anymore, panting heavily, walking over step by step.

"Who is that?"

"He's the one feeding Pesu, fortunately..."

Fujiwara Chika couldn't recognize Kitakami Yoru at all and muttered suspiciously.

Browsing his phone, Kitakami Yoru didn't notice at all that his great benefactor was walking toward him.

Until she was very close.

Fujiwara Chika called out to Pesu, and from a few meters away, Kitakami Yoru turned his head.

Fuji?

Fujiwara Chika?

Kitakami Yoru felt as if he had just woken from a dream, almost thinking the beautiful, athletic girl in sportswear in front of him was someone else.

He had never had the chance to talk to Fujiwara Chika alone, and he had been thinking about it for a long time.

"Sorry... this is my dog... it didn't scare you, did it?"