Chapter 137

Fujiwara Chika glanced at Kitakami Yoru, who had very long hair, didn't pay much attention, and instead looked at Pesu with dissatisfaction.

"Not at all."

"Fujiwara-san, your dog is very clever and obedient."

Kitakami Yoru shook his head gently, staring at Fujiwara Chika and saying.

"Is it..."

Instinctively, Fujiwara Chika nodded and smiled, then finally came to her senses.

She re-examined Kitakami Yoru seriously and carefully.

I have no impression of him at all—

His hair is so long, I can't see his face clearly.

Is there such a classmate in the same grade?

Because if he were a first-year, he would call her "Senpai," and if he were a third-year, he would call her "Kohai."

"Sorry, who are you? I didn't recognize you."

Racking her brains and constantly recalling, Fujiwara Chika finally gave up and smiled apologetically at Kitakami Yoru.

"Fujiwara-san, it's me, I'm Kitakami Yoru..."

Kitakami Yoru wasn't very surprised and explained calmly.

Suddenly.

Fujiwara Chika's smile stopped, and her expression stiffened.

What the hell?

Kitakami-kun, is this his figure?

"You haven't seen me for a long time; I'm losing weight, so there must be some changes."

Kitakami Yoru sighed distressfully.

"Ah!"

"You really scared me to death; I thought there was a second classmate named Kitakami in the school."

Fujiwara Chika stared at Kitakami Yoru, suddenly let out a long sigh of relief, bent over to hold her knees, and laughed relaxedly.

Seeing this, Kitakami Yoru moved his bag to the side and shifted his position, making room.

"It's all Pesu's fault; I was exhausted after running, and then I had to chase it."

Fujiwara Chika stared at Pesu a bit embarrassedly, warned it with a fierce look, and then sat down next to Kitakami Yoru.

"You've really lost so much weight, Kitakami-kun."

Fujiwara Chika said again in surprise.

"Yeah, I put in a lot of effort."

Kitakami Yoru picked up a rice ball and took a light bite.

A wonderful fragrance drifted out, desperately drilling into Fujiwara Chika's nasal cavity.

Anyone with common sense knows.

It's not good to run after eating.

Waking up early for a morning run, Fujiwara Chika didn't need to be on an empty stomach, but she hadn't eaten much either.

She just drank a simple glass of milk and had a piece of bread before coming out.

After running, her energy was exhausted, and her stomach was flat.

Then she chased Pesu the whole way.

At this moment, her stomach was already empty.

Her eyes subconsciously looked at Kitakami Yoru's breakfast rice ball, and she even swallowed her saliva.

"Do you want some?"

Kitakami Yoru actually didn't mind.

"Hmm..."

"This..."

Fujiwara Chika's mouth secreted a large amount of saliva, and she looked at Kitakami Yoru hesitantly.

She reached out her small hand and took one gently.

The outermost layer of the rice ball had a simple paper wrapper, so there was no need to worry about her hands being dirty.

"I didn't thank you properly before."

"Fujiwara-san, thank you very much."

While Kitakami Yoru was speaking, he felt his feet itching.

Looking down, Pesu was staring at him with an expression like a husband who had cheated, and the wife was innocent.

Its furry tail was also sweeping against his feet.

Kitakami Yoru threw another piece to it.

Fujiwara Chika secretly observed Kitakami Yoru with the corner of her eye, thinking about Kitakami Yoru's weight loss, and took a bite of the rice ball.

The crystal-clear rice, cooked to perfection, had a slight sweetness and chewiness after being molded into a rice ball.

The rich filling mixed into a wonderful delicacy, adding flavor to the rice ball.

The texture of the tuna was excellent, and there was a peculiar feeling when chewing it in the mouth.

The taste was definitely much better than what you could buy at a convenience store outside.

"So delicious!"

Before Fujiwara Chika had even swallowed, her eyes turned into stars.

Temporarily forgetting her restraint, she chewed and swallowed in big mouthfuls, then took another bite.

Kitakami Yoru picked up one, chewed the remaining rice ball silently, and handed the box to Fujiwara Chika.

"Hee hee, then I won't be polite..."

Because it was so delicious, Fujiwara Chika didn't intend to be polite and took another one.

Pesu could only watch helplessly as the delicacy that originally belonged to it was snatched away by Fujiwara Chika, whom it had brought over.

Things shouldn't be like this!

A box of rice balls was finished by two people and one dog.

Fujiwara Chika looked at Kitakami Yoru putting the box away, still wanting more.

"Fujiwara-san, is there anything you want?"

Kitakami Yoru thought about it; rather than struggling with how to thank her, it was better to take this opportunity to ask Fujiwara Chika herself.

"Want? No?"

Fujiwara Chika's expression changed, and she said in surprise.

"I've always wanted to give you something; expressing thanks verbally always feels insufficient."

Kitakami Yoru turned his head to look at Fujiwara Chika, peeking through his hair, and could vaguely see Fujiwara Chika's full appearance.

"Ah, ah, ah... no need... really no need..."

Fujiwara Chika waved her hands and refused sincerely.

She helped Kitakami Yoru without any intention of getting a reward.

Besides, with her family background, what could she possibly need?

"I see..."

Kitakami Yoru pursed his lips, unscrewed his thermos, and couldn't say anything more.

"I heard from Kaguya-san that you followed behind me during the final exams?"

Fujiwara Chika sat back and said.

Kitakami Yoru nodded gently and rinsed his sticky fingers, which had broken the rice ball, with the water in the thermos.

"Yeah, I wanted to go up and call you then, but I hesitated and didn't act."

"In the end, Shinomiya... hum..."

His tone suddenly became unfriendly, and even Pesu could hear it; a pair of black eyes hidden under his long hair flashed with faint dissatisfaction.

Fujiwara Chika stopped talking and frowned slightly.

She and Shinomiya Kaguya were good friends.

Did Kitakami-kun and Kaguya-san have a conflict?

Was it because of that spring outing incident?