Chapter 149

Fujiwara Chika muttered, looking at Pace's back, always feeling that she still wasn't managing it strictly enough.

Kitakami Yoru had already started his morning run.

Midway through the first kilometer, his physical strength was almost exhausted, and he started relying on willpower to support himself.

His pace also 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 still a few hundred meters from his set goal, Kitakami Yoru exhaled and started walking slowly.

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

The progress was already very obvious.

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

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

"Wang wang~"

The familiar dog bark came from behind and to the side.

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

Whose dog is this, anyway?

He could meet it often.

Kitakami Yoru grabbed his long hair, which he had let down and was dampened by sweat.

His hairstyle at this moment was very much like that accountant named Ishigami Yu in the student council, blocking his entire face.

Only when he tilted his head up or down, and his hair started to spread out, would his perfect facial features vaguely appear.

Pace ran in front of Kitakami Yoru and circled around him happily and flatteringly.

Closely following Kitakami Yoru, they walked to a trimmed flower bed, and Kitakami Yoru looked at 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 waved at Pace.

With its butt wagging happily behind it, Pace walked over and sat down obediently.

It was a pity that 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 artificial lake with beautiful scenery and clear water, broke out in a little fragrant sweat, and stopped to look for Pace's figure.

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

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

A bit angry, Fujiwara Chika walked in the direction Pace had just run off, looking for it along the way.

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

After asking a few people, Fujiwara Chika found the vicinity of Kitakami Yoru and called out Pace's name loudly.

"Wait a moment."

Kitakami Yoru looked at Pace, 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 made today, placed it on his lap, and drank a mouthful of water unhurriedly.

Today's breakfast was a traditional Neon breakfast, seaweed rice balls.

Kitakami Yoru made them himself, and the filling inside was also specially made by him, mainly meat floss and tuna.

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

He broke off a small piece with his hand and threw it high up.

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

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

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

"Pace—"

A shout came from far away.

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

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

"Eh? Is it calling you?"

Kitakami Yoru's hand stopped, and he looked down under his butt.

"Wang—wang—wang wang—"

Pace 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 bit into 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.

Pace, 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 shout getting closer and closer.

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

Being clever, it quickly figured it out.

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

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

The greedy Pace rushed very fast, barking as it ran to attract Fujiwara Chika.

"Alright, where did you run off to?"

From far away, Fujiwara Chika finally saw Pace and felt relieved.

"Wang—wang—"

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

"Where are you taking me?"

Without giving Fujiwara Chika a chance to ask, Pace trotted and turned around to run toward where Kitakami Yoru was.

"Pace, wait for me..."

"What are you doing!"

Fujiwara Chika chased behind 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 each.

Drinking water, intending to scroll through mobile news, Pace rushed back in a hurry.

"Alright, I'll give you one."

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

At this moment.

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

"Who is that?"

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

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

Scrolling through his phone, Kitakami Yoru didn't notice his great benefactor walking toward him at all.

Until she was very close.

Fujiwara Chika called out to Pace, and from a distance of a few meters, Kitakami Yoru turned his head.

Fuji?

Fujiwara Chika?

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

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

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