Chapter 145

"Exams, then you'd better do your best."

Kitakami Yoru had nothing else to say; he could only cheer for Aoyama Nanami.

"It's still early, at least there are a few months left to prepare."

Aoyama Nanami shifted her gaze away from Kitakami Yoru's now-handsome face and gave an embarrassed smile.

"Then goodbye, I'm going out to buy some things."

Kitakami Yoru waved his hand and walked downstairs.

Aoyama Nanami didn't go straight home; instead, she turned to stare at Kitakami Yoru's back, muttering softly to herself: "Kitakami-kun has really turned into a handsome guy. I wonder how handsome he'll be once he's completely slimmed down~"

Not to mention, what kind of shitty hairstyle is Kitakami Yoru sporting right now?

If he were to dress up properly, just looking at his face, he wouldn't be the slightest bit inferior to Hayama Hayato.

Unaccountably, Aoyama Nanami even started to feel expectant in her heart.

However, the current Kitakami Yoru still didn't have enough awareness of his own good looks.

The speed at which he had slimmed down was simply too fast!

Two months ago, he was still a big fatty.

Even if one didn't have a tendency to gain weight easily, a normal person would still have to work hard for a year or half a year to achieve these results, right?

And, one would have to be extremely diligent about it.

This resulted in Kitakami Yoru's facial hardware being upgraded, while his aesthetic psychology remained broken and outdated.

Humans are visual animals.

Sometimes, when looking in the mirror, he would discover that he looked quite good, a little handsome.

At other times, he would face the ugly person in the mirror and pose a soul-searching question:

Who is this?

How did I suddenly become ugly?

And the photos taken by his phone—how are they not the same person as the one in the mirror? The looks are like heaven and earth apart.

After a shower, with his hair soaking wet, he would feel super handsome again!

Kitakami Yoru simply didn't understand.

Having been obese for so long, deep in his heart, he was insecure and self-deprecating.

He instinctively brainwashed and hypnotized himself, forming a stereotype.

Whenever he thought of himself or saw a mirror, the thought that he was a disgusting, ugly, dead-fat-otaku would immediately pop into his mind.

He had absolutely no definition of his own looks, nor would he define them.

Black people might find a certain Black woman beautiful, but what about Asians?

In Kitakami Yoru's aesthetic and world, he could only see that his face was still a bit chubby, with stubborn fat.

Therefore, it equaled ugly!

In reality, even without having slimmed down completely, his current looks were already comparable to the handsome guys in school.

There weren't many handsome guys of this caliber at Xiuzhiyuan Sect either.

They had a bunch of girls around them, dying to revolve around them at all times.

Even if Kitakami Yoru didn't continue to slim down further.

Once he cut his hair and went to school with his current face, he would be able to attract a whole bunch of fan girls.

Kitakami Yoru went to the supermarket and bought two bags of food, all meat, seafood, vegetables, and fruits.

He didn't buy any snacks; he still didn't dare to eat them.

Back home.

Kitakami Yoru dug out the notes Yukinoshita Yukino had thoughtfully copied for him and continued to study diligently.

Every day of the summer vacation, he would set aside two hours to review.

With the ten-fold return, his progress was rapid.

He had basically self-studied and mastered the content of the previous semester.

His daily self-discipline ended, and the time reached 11:30 AM.

Kitakami Yoru ate a simple lunch, played with Sansan for a while, and then, with his long hair, went to work at the Angel Cafe.

The renovation of the cafe had already been completed the day before yesterday.

The latex paint had been applied, and the tile floor was fully laid.

Next came the fine decoration, placing the chairs and booths, installing equipment...

Before school started, everything would be on the right track.

Kitakami Yoru wore a black baseball cap and loose casual short sleeves as he went out.

Around 12:30, Kitakami Yoru arrived at the cafe on time.

At the entrance.

"Woof woof~"

Yuigahama Yui's Sabure barked happily at Kitakami Yoru twice.

It had, after all, eaten Kitakami Yoru's beef jerky snacks.

"Who is it?!"

Hearing the dog bark, Yuigahama Yui hurried out of the staff break room.

Seeing a slightly chubby man wearing a black baseball cap with his hair covering his face, she was startled at first, then asked with confusion.

"It's me, Yuigahama-san, haha..."

Kitakami Yoru smiled, feeling both troubled and happy.

Had he slimmed down so fast that even Yuigahama-san was startled?

"Ki... Ki... Ki... Kitakami-kun?"

"You, you, you..."

Upon hearing this, Yuigahama Yui's eyes widened in an instant, her face full of disbelief.

Before the final exams ended, Yuigahama Yui knew Kitakami Yoru was losing weight; anyone could see the changes.

But it had been over a month since they last met; he had slimmed down way too fast.

"I'm fine, it's just a constitution issue; I gain weight quickly and lose it quickly too."

Kitakami Yoru made up an excuse.

He had also put in the effort, drop by drop of sweat, and there had been a buffer period!

Although outsiders were shocked, they wouldn't feel scared—impossible!

A sudden weight loss overnight, that would be scary.

Perhaps he would be invited by official forces to a research institute to sacrifice himself for science...

With so much meat, they could slice off many pieces.

"Is that so? Congratulations then."

Yuigahama Yui swallowed, laughed, and accepted this fact.

"Yaha, Kitakami-kun is here?"

Yuigahama Xianghui walked out at this moment and stood behind her daughter, Yuigahama Yui.

At a glance, Yuigahama Yui, who was full of youthful and cute vitality, seemed completely unremarkable, as if she had turned into an ordinary background heroine.

Yuigahama Xianghui was the top-grade treasure jade shining with rare light!

Comparing the mother and daughter, the daughter was instantly eclipsed.

Any man would know which one to choose.

"Manager Yuigahama."

Kitakami Yoru looked at Yuigahama Xianghui and greeted her embarrassedly.

"It's okay, there's still some time, you two chat, I'll go watch a show."

Yuigahama Xianghui waved her hand and walked back to the break room to watch her youth romantic comedy.

"Phew~"

Kitakami Yoru took off his cap to let his hair breathe, and he also let out a sigh of relief.

Facing Yuigahama Xianghui, he always felt a sense of pressure and restraint.

A classmate's mother.