Chapter 180

"No... I must be strong..."

"The facts aren't like this... hiss..."

Sniffling lightly, Aoyama Nanami bit her lower lip fiercely, not letting herself cry again.

As long as...

As long as Kitakami-san's matter is over...

Once Kitakami-san comes to school, and everyone sees Kitakami-san's current appearance, everything won't be a problem!

The rumor will be self-defeating!

"Right... right!"

"That's how it is!"

Aoyama Nanami's helpless, lonely, and desperate eyes regained their spirit and brightness at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"As long as Kitakami-san comes over, everyone will see, and won't the misunderstanding be cleared up?"

Aoyama Nanami gradually broke into a smile through her tears, raised her head to wipe away her tears, and didn't feel as uncomfortable in her heart.

What she didn't know was.

This time when Kitakami Yoru returns, he will also incidentally clear the name of the thief!

In the classroom, many students were secretly peeking at Aoyama Nanami, and seeing her inexplicable change, they couldn't help but feel very confused.

Aoyama Nanami, who had gradually calmed down, picked up her pen and quickly copied the topic on the multimedia projector.

But the class was coming to an end.

A few minutes later.

The bell rang, and the teacher packed up the books without any delay and left the classroom.

Taking advantage of the time before the next class started, Aoyama Nanami sniffled while copying quickly.

After the teacher left, the classroom immediately returned to being lively and active.

Aoyama Nanami simultaneously sensed the indifferent gazes looking at her again.

"These people are talking about me again..."

Muttering unhappily, Aoyama Nanami's copying speed became faster and faster, even trembling slightly.

Psychological trauma and low mood are not so easy to treat and recover from in an instant.

Just at this moment.

Several girls with relatively high status in the class exchanged glances for a while and walked towards Aoyama Nanami together.

Seeing this scene.

Many students who were curious or wanted to go to the bathroom also gradually leaned over here.

"Aoyama-san, are you really friends with that Kitakami Yoru?"

The person asking Aoyama Nanami was the class monitor, with a hint of concern.

"Is there some misunderstanding?"

"There is no misunderstanding..."

Aoyama Nanami's pen tip paused, and she said without raising her head.

As everyone gathered around, her emotions, which had finally calmed down, began to become restless and indignant again.

"What's this... did you just go do compensated dating because you're short of money?"

"That's right, that's right; if you can be with a dead fat otaku, what is it if not compensated dating?"

"Hey, hey... why are you so desperate to do compensated dating? Hahaha..."

"It's just that Kanda-san discovered you were doing compensated dating, so you used the excuse that you were friends, right?"

The others were not kind at all and took turns kicking Aoyama Nanami while she was down.

They were also inexplicably unhappy with Aoyama Nanami's "arrogant" reply just now, thinking she was just pretending!

"If you deny it now, saying you have nothing to do with Kitakami Yoru, maybe it's not too late; it might be a misunderstanding."

The class monitor was a young girl who leaned into Aoyama Nanami's ear and whispered.

She herself was also a bit suspicious.

Aoyama Nanami looked really poor, and everyone said so; maybe she really was doing compensated dating...

"Huh?"

Aoyama Nanami's eyes were filled with tears, though she didn't know when.

She exclaimed in surprise, sniffled, and raised her head.

Surrounded by many people, they gave her countless gazes filled with pressure.

Aoyama Nanami suddenly became panicked and afraid; her brain was turning a bit slowly, and she was still trying to understand what the class monitor had said to her.

"Tch, compensated dating is compensated dating..."

"If you have no money, you go do compensated dating; this is too cheap, this bitch..."

"Doesn't she vomit when she does compensated dating with that disgusting dead fat otaku?"

"Are you stupid? That's exactly why it makes money; you can ask for a high price..."

"Kanda-san, you saw her with that dead fat otaku with your own eyes, right?"

Suddenly, the topic shifted to Kanda Sorata, who had been sitting quietly.

More than half of the people in the classroom, dozens of eyes, looked at him.

"Ah?"

Kanda Sorata's expression was obviously stunned; he didn't answer, but it already explained some problems.

"As expected, it's compensated dating; I look down on you, bitch, bleh~"

A gal suddenly leaned forward, almost putting her face in front of Aoyama Nanami, stuck out her tongue at her, and made a face of disdain.

"Seriously, so disgusting, won't she be sick?"

"Damn, is it that exciting?"

"Go further away, I can smell the stench on her, so disgusting..."

The gal's behavior took the lead, and the others, both men and women, immediately followed, taking turns making faces, showing disdain, and mocking Aoyama Nanami with mocking expressions and actions...

They also laughed out loud.

Aoyama Nanami was surrounded by these people, a helpless little pitiful girl, and the tears in her eyes gushed out one after another.

Outside the classroom.

Students from other classes passing by, seeing this situation, stopped to look curiously.

"Aoyama-san, speak..."

The class monitor urged Aoyama Nanami.

"What else is there to say? I don't believe it if you change your story..."

"Crying after doing compensated dating, smiling when taking the money, isn't it disgusting..."

Suddenly, someone poured a cup of water directly onto Aoyama Nanami.

It seemed they were unhappy that Aoyama Nanami usually acted like she was pretending, and when her compensated dating was discovered, she was still making excuses, pretending to be confused, and crying.

Seeing everyone bullying her, Aoyama Nanami didn't dare to resist, and in her excitement, she splashed the water out.

The water was cold boiled water...

There was no danger at all...

But for Aoyama Nanami in this situation, it was undoubtedly the last straw that broke the camel's back.

This cup of water was smeared directly onto Aoyama Nanami's face.

With a "slap..." sound.

She was stunned, staring blankly with wide eyes.

Everyone hadn't reacted; someone splashed water?

Her clothes were soaked, water droplets hung on her face, and her hair was visibly stuck to her forehead!

"Ah!"

Aoyama Nanami stood up abruptly, shouted in a frenzy, used all her strength, her lungs contracted rapidly, and blood oxygen flowed away quickly!

Her heart beat violently and didn't stop.

The people gathered here, and even the people gathering more and more outside the classroom, felt their eardrums tremble, and they retreated two steps with painful expressions.

This roar of Aoyama Nanami even reached the teaching building of the third-year students.