Chapter 179

"Ugh, ugh, ugh..." Sounds of disdain came from all directions.

Aoyama Nanami, who had extremely high self-esteem and thin skin, couldn't take all of this; she held her head and sat back at her desk in despair.

Two fists are no match for four hands; Aoyama Nanami's body trembled slightly, and she desperately covered her ears.

Anger... confusion... powerlessness... helplessness... anxiety... she didn't know what to do!

She had no way to speak.

Facing these attacks...

The next second, the class bell saved Aoyama Nanami, who was helpless, desperate, and so aggrieved she was about to cry.

She, who had extremely high self-esteem, was suddenly labeled a compensated dating girl by the whole class.

Doing such a thing as compensated dating.

She couldn't accept it even if she died~

How embarrassing and hurtful this was!

After the bell rang, the crowd gradually began to disperse.

Their gazes still lingered on Aoyama Nanami.

Everywhere in the classroom, words like "compensated dating girl," "disgusting," "gold digger," and "bitch" were like waves in the ocean, churning up one after another.

17: Nanami, I'm here!

What was originally just an ordinary argument gradually formed into a loud quarrel, and finally turned into the rumor of her doing compensated dating with Kitakami Yoru, spreading throughout the classroom.

Aoyama Nanami didn't even know, completely didn't know why, it inexplicably turned into the current situation.

She originally didn't want to pay attention to Kanda Sorata; she felt extremely disgusted just seeing him, but Kanda Sorata spoke ill of Kitakami Yoru right in front of her.

Aoyama Nanami, who had always been kind and simple, couldn't accept this, which is why she argued with him.

"Wh... why did I become a compensated dating girl~"

"I'm really just ordinary friends with Kitakami-san... why do they all think like this?..."

"Hiss... ha... ha-hum..."

On the podium, the teacher turned on the multimedia projector to lecture; Aoyama Nanami, who usually listened very carefully, was in no mood to listen at all.

She laid her hands on the desk, bent over, and buried her face in her arms, feeling extremely aggrieved and uncomfortable in her heart.

Her heart tightened again and again, her eyes were slightly red, and she sobbed softly.

The class was in session.

Poor and helpless Aoyama Nanami still didn't know the power of rumors.

Rumors can kill a person, easily destroy a well-known top enterprise, or even a leading enterprise.

Many years ago, when the new product MSG was first launched, it was widely acclaimed, entered thousands of households, and was popular for a time.

Once the rumor came out...

A school is a semi-closed small society.

Students' minds are not yet very mature, they speak without thinking, their desire to share and gossip is very strong... and besides, the one being hurt isn't themselves...

In just a few minutes of break time, the rumor had already spread throughout the classroom and into everyone's ears.

What's next...

The teacher was lecturing seriously, explaining problems.

Aoyama Nanami only felt restless and just wanted to find a quiet place to be by herself.

Finally, she raised her head.

The corners of her eyes were slightly red; clearly, she couldn't help it and had cried.

"All of this..."

Aoyama Nanami rubbed her eyes with her hands, straightened her body, and looked at Kanda Sorata angrily.

She also figured it out.

If she hadn't mentioned Kitakami Yoru just now, everything wouldn't have turned out like this.

However, she didn't regret it.

Aoyama Nanami didn't regret helping her friend, helping Kitakami Yoru speak, and retorting to Kanda Sorata.

"Hiss..."

Sniffling lightly, Aoyama Nanami opened her book, trying hard to push away the distracting thoughts and low mood in her mind.

At this moment.

From some unknown corner of the classroom, a paper ball drew a beautiful parabola in mid-air.

It was thrown quite accurately.

It accurately hit Aoyama Nanami's head.

It looked like it was aimed at her.

Aoyama Nanami instinctively sensed it, reached out to touch her head, and heard a sound.

She also immediately discovered the paper ball that had rolled and bounced onto her desk.

"Who is it!"

Aoyama Nanami thought in her heart with dissatisfaction and turned her head angrily to check the surroundings.

Most students were studying seriously and didn't notice her.

A few students, discovering Aoyama Nanami's gaze, turned back to meet it; they were all gazes filled with shock, disdain, and mockery.

It was Aoyama Nanami herself who admitted that she was friends with Kitakami Yoru.

Would a normal person be friends with a disgusting dead fat otaku, and a criminal who stole Kasumigaoka Utaha-senpai's stockings and panties?

Come on, ask yourself, do you look up to this kind of criminal?

In prison, the lowest status is this kind of criminal, besides those who traffic women and children.

Even other prisoners in prison look down on this kind of person.

Aoyama Nanami herself is a girl with good looks, and she's friends with Kitakami Yoru?

Added to everyone's words, Kanda Sorata's reaction...

Aoyama Nanami had also been working part-time, which looked like she was short of money and very poor.

Being with Kitakami Yoru, it's hard not to associate it with compensated dating...

In the eyes of these people who completely didn't know the truth, it was just that Kanda Sorata discovered Aoyama Nanami was suspected of compensated dating, went to care about Aoyama Nanami, and Aoyama Nanami used the excuse that Kitakami Yoru was her friend to cover up the fact that she was doing compensated dating.

It's just that the excuse was too clumsy...

"Everyone, take note of this problem."

The geography teacher on the podium suddenly spoke up and tapped the desk.

Aoyama Nanami was slightly startled, glanced at the multimedia projector, and muttered as she opened the paper ball.

This was a small note with messy, elegant handwriting; it should be from a girl's handwriting.

Aoyama Nanami only glanced at the content on the small note, and immediately became anxious and angry, her face turning red.

But there was no way, she didn't know how to explain it!

It actually asked her how much money for one night!

When the dead fat pig is pressing on you, can you catch your breath?

Besides these two questions, there were also a few "hahaha~"

Representing laughter.

The words in the small note seemed to come alive at this moment.

They crawled out of the small note, hopped into Aoyama Nanami's ears, echoed constantly, and chose to play on a loop!

"No... wh..."

"No... it's not..."

Aoyama Nanami's mind went blank for a few seconds, her facial expression squeezed together in an instant, then relaxed; she couldn't control her facial muscles at all.

Her mouth was half open, her brows locked together, and she almost cried out.

But it was class time, so she quickly crumpled the small note into a ball, threw it away, and hurriedly laid back down.

Her head was buried like a frightened ostrich in the desert.

Why were these people so excessive?

Just because she's from Osaka? Mixed department? Doesn't fit in?

Or do they hate Kitakami Yoru, and hate her by association?