Chapter 177

A trace of disgust in Aoyama Nanami's eyes flashed and then vanished.

"I just wanted to say hello to you."

Kanda Sorata smiled, thinking to himself that if Aoyama Nanami were willing to acknowledge him,

he could lower his pride.

"I don't want to acknowledge you, nor do I want to say hello to you."

"Please leave my sight..."

Aoyama Nanami straightened her body and immediately put on a stern face, not giving Kanda Sorata, who had come up to greet her, a pleasant look.

She was a rather stubborn person.

She could even fall out with her family and refuse to go home.

Why would she care about the insignificant and annoying Kanda Sorata?

As the words fell.

Kanda Sorata, who was still feeling smug and indulging in fantasies, was instantly stunned, embarrassed to the extreme...

He was even a bit exasperated.

I am kindly thinking of you and helping you.

You don't give me a good look, and you continue to associate with a disgusting, dead fat otaku who is also a thief.

Everyone is calling for him to be beaten.

"Aoyama-san, I just don't understand..."

"Why are you willing to stay with Kitakami Yoru?"

"He's a disgusting dead fat otaku, he's ugly, and he even stole Kasumigaoka Utaha-senpai's stockings and panties..."

"I'm doing this for your own good, and besides, I can apologize to you~"

Kanda Sorata spoke with some dissatisfaction, gradually raising his voice.

After Aoyama Nanami reacted.

He added fuel to the fire and continued: "You have absolutely no reason to give me that kind of look, right?"

"That disgusting dead fat otaku doesn't seem to have come to school today..."

Early in the morning, Kanda Sorata had been leaning on the balcony railing, waiting for Aoyama Nanami to come over, wanting to catch a glimpse of her.

He did not see Kitakami Yoru.

Aoyama Nanami sat up straight, took a light breath, and raised her head: "Are you finished?"

"Huh?"

"I'm finished."

Kanda Sorata, who had accidentally lost his train of thought, nodded in surprise.

"If you're finished, then get out of my sight."

"Also, don't speak ill of my friend, you jerk!"

Aoyama Nanami's expression turned angry; she glared at Kanda Sorata to issue a warning and corrected Kanda Sorata's assessment of her friend, Kitakami Yoru.

This point also made her feel extremely disgusted with Kanda Sorata.

Some people are just self-righteous.

They blindly believe something is good, and in the name of "good," they force it upon others.

When others don't need it, or it even causes them harm, they still think that person is crazy and doesn't understand the "reason."

"Aoyama-san, what did you say?"

Kanda Sorata shouted in surprise, raising his volume.

Several students around them looked over curiously, all of them eager to watch the drama.

Aoyama Nanami, the person involved, had her attention entirely on Kanda Sorata.

"I have nothing to do with you, stop pestering and annoying me, Kanda Sorata."

Aoyama Nanami also raised her own volume.

"You are willing to be friends with Kitakami Yoru, but you aren't willing to be friends with me?"

"How exactly did that disgusting dead fat otaku deceive you, Aoyama-san!"

Kanda Sorata suppressed his impulses and shouted in frustration.

"You..."

"I've said it countless times, stop speaking ill of my friend!"

"Also, Kitakami-san has never deceived me; you are the one who deceived me!"

Aoyama Nanami was also furious.

She almost snapped and roared back at Kanda Sorata.

The argument between the two, which had just begun, gradually evolved into a shouting match.

The students in the classroom all turned their heads to look at the two arguing.

Those attracted by the sound of the argument, regardless of gender, were stunned once again.

Why would the name of Kitakami Yoru, that disgusting dead fat otaku, appear in the mouths of Aoyama Nanami and Kanda Sorata?

In the minds of the onlookers, they all simultaneously imagined the body and face of a disgusting dead fat otaku.

A few girls even got goosebumps and showed expressions of disgust.

"Aoyama Nanami, have you gone crazy?"

Kanda Sorata roared back in anger.

"It was clearly you who came to pester me!"

"You're the one who's crazy, you're disgusting!"

Aoyama Nanami paused, startled by Kanda Sorata, then realized what was happening and roared back loudly.

"You even pretended to be my boyfriend; you're the disgusting one!"

After roaring, Aoyama Nanami didn't forget to deliver the finishing blow!

Her voice was very loud, even reaching the classroom next door.

The students in the classroom whispered to each other in surprise, expressing their gossip-loving hearts.

"There's such a thing? Kanda-san pretended to be Aoyama-san's boyfriend?"

"Huh, Kanda-san likes Aoyama-san; I only just realized that now."

"You guys didn't listen carefully; did Aoyama-san say Kitakami Yoru is her friend?"

"Haha, that's hilarious; a boy being yelled at by a girl like that."

The content of the boys' conversation was completely different from the girls'.

"Aoyama Nanami is friends with that dead fat otaku; how disgusting! ~"

"She's from the mixed department, right? Don't people from the mixed department hang out with other people from the mixed department?"

"I often see her working part-time; it seems her family is in a difficult situation and doesn't have much money..."

"Ah, could she be doing compensated dating?"

The girls were obviously much more gossipy, forming small, private cliques with clear class distinctions, making all sorts of guesses.

In a girls' dormitory of four, there can be eight different circles.

Aoyama Nanami had always been a bit of a maverick in class; she didn't have any close friends in the class, and everyone wasn't familiar with her.

Naturally, no one was willing to speak up for her.

"You... you're talking nonsense; when did I ever pretend to be your boyfriend?!"

Kanda Sorata had already come to his senses and noticed countless gazes on him; for the sake of his face, he chose to be stubborn.

"You wanted to pursue me, so you pretended to be my boyfriend and spread rumors, and now you're denying it?!"

Aoyama Nanami was blinded by anger and hadn't yet noticed the countless strange looks from the outside world.

As for the murmurs, she was too angry to hear them and didn't notice.

"Eh? Is Kanda-san really that low-class?"

"Chasing a country bumpkin from Kansai? Truly no taste..."

"Continue, continue, slap, slap..."

A burst of discussion sounded in the classroom again.

"I didn't; on the contrary, the ridiculous one is you, becoming friends with Kitakami Yoru..."

"I don't know how you got so deceived!"