Chapter 151

Fujiwara Chika knew the whole story, recalled it silently in her heart, and turned her head to the side.

Kitakami Yoru put away the thermos, wiped the water stains off his fingers on his pants, and parted his hair to both sides, exposing his handsome face with increasingly distinct features.

"Fujiwara-san..."

Kitakami Yoru turned his head to look at Fujiwara Chika and spoke.

Fujiwara Chika also turned her head back at this moment.

"Eh! Ha!"

Seeing a charming and handsome face suddenly appear before her eyes, occupying her pupils.

The shock given to Fujiwara Chika was no less shocking than someone sneaking into her room in the middle of the night.

Her body leaned back instinctively, her eyes full of panic.

"Wha... what's wrong? Did I scare you?"

Kitakami Yoru obviously didn't know that it wasn't him suddenly turning his head and leaning in that scared Fujiwara Chika.

Instead, it was him, being so handsome that he shocked Fujiwara Chika!

A disgusting fat otaku, not seen for a while, had lost weight until he was almost a normal person.

With an exceptionally handsome face under his hair, it would definitely scare people!

"No... nothing..."

Fujiwara Chika's lips trembled slightly, her gaze fixed on Kitakami Yoru's face, examining him non-stop.

"Sorry, I scared you."

Kitakami Yoru tilted his head in confusion, and his hair spread out, covering his face.

Fujiwara Chika blinked her eyes, finally recovered, and felt incredibly unbelievable in her heart.

This is too handsome; Kitakami-kun slimming down is comparable to plastic surgery.

A big fatty...

In the mind of the cute pink-haired girl, a manga panel appeared.

On the left is the disgusting fat otaku, chubby, with the flesh on his face squeezed together.

On the right, is the current Kitakami Yoru.

This change when going to school will scare people to death, right?

"It's fine as long as you're okay."

Kitakami Yoru touched his face, which was still a bit fleshy.

In the morning, when he looked in the mirror, he was only looking at that small pile of stubborn fat.

He couldn't see any handsomeness; he felt it was just an ordinary face, not ugly, that's all.

"What did you want to say just now?"

Fujiwara Chika patted her small chest and secretly exhaled.

"No... nothing anymore..."

Kitakami Yoru waved his hand gently.

He wanted to tell Fujiwara Chika that he had found the real culprit and could clear his name immediately.

Otherwise, in the eyes of his benefactor Fujiwara Chika, he would still be that disgusting thief.

"Wang wang—"

Pace barked twice.

In the next few minutes,

After chatting with Fujiwara Chika for a few more sentences, the two said goodbye to each other.

In the end, Fujiwara Chika still didn't need Kitakami Yoru's gift of thanks.

He had no other way.

Back home.

After supplementary exercise, Kitakami Yoru washed his body, ate a green apple, and started reviewing.

Up until now, Kitakami Yoru felt that he had almost self-studied the content of the previous semester and had almost thoroughly understood it.

He reduced his review time to one hour.

In the afternoon, wearing a black baseball cap.

Kitakami Yoru went to work.

Inside Angel Cafe.

Yuigahama Xianghui was holding a pile of items and calculating.

Kitakami Yoru pushed the door and went in, saw Yuigahama Xianghui's back, and felt inexplicable heart palpitations and shyness.

"Good afternoon, Kitakami-kun."

The wind chime hanging at the door rang gently, making a crisp sound.

Yuigahama Xianghui's flawless face showed a gentle smile as she turned back to look.

"Good afternoon, Manager Yuigahama."

Kitakami Yoru raised his hand in response.

"Come over here and do me a favor."

Yuigahama Xianghui waved her hand.

Kitakami Yoru walked over, didn't get very close, and stood to one side.

"It's about your previous suggestion, putting some free light novels and manga in the corner; could I ask you to make a trip to Akihabara and buy some back?"

Yuigahama Xianghui stopped her movements and continued: "I will reimburse you for the travel expenses."

"No problem, can I arrange it as I please? How much?"

Kitakami Yoru smelled the faint body fragrance of this mature lady again.

"The bookshelf hasn't been delivered yet; you can choose the content yourself, the budget is about 150,000, I'll trouble you?"

Yuigahama Xianghui said.

Kitakami Yoru nodded directly, only then realizing that Yuigahama Xianghui was calculating accounts.

Leaving the cafe.

Kitakami Yoru took out his phone and started calculating.

The price of a light novel and manga, including tax, is about 700 yen.

Ten books would be 7,000.

150,000 yen can buy quite a lot.

The cafe's bookshelf is for guests to pass the time, not a bookstore.

Besides, students at Xiuzhiyuan aren't short of money, and the library also has a certain number of free ones.

"So, there's no need to buy the whole set; buying the latest two volumes or one volume is enough..."

"Buy some classics, you can buy second-hand goods, you can buy more..."

Kitakami Yoru muttered while heading to the station, calculating with his phone.

The commercial street at this time was extremely desolate.

Looking at it, there were only a dozen or so passersby on the street, and they weren't shopping seriously either.

Including the station, there were very few people.

Swiping his transport card, he headed to Akihabara in Chiyoda Ward.

Fortunately, it wasn't very far.

Taking the JR line, he arrived in less than an hour.

Kitakami Yoru headed straight for those second-hand bookstores with small storefronts.

Second-hand bookstores don't just sell second-hand books; they naturally have brand-new ones too.

Including different bookstores and different regions, there would be a slight difference in price.

The school commercial street, that is, the one where Aoyama Nanami used to work, wasn't even open.

Walking into a second-hand bookstore, Kitakami Yoru walked straight to the owner and explained his purpose.

After some bargaining and selection, the transaction was completed as each got what they needed.

Kitakami Yoru got a clear book list.

After all, he couldn't bring a bookshelf's worth of books back to the cafe.

He could only let the owner drive them over.