Chapter 191

Gently reaching out, he tenderly pulled Aoyama Nanami into his broad chest.

One hand gently stroked Aoyama Nanami's back, the other held Aoyama Nanami's head, gently comforting and stroking...

Kitakami Yoru's nasal cavity was flooded with the fresh scent of shampoo.

"Woo-woo... wa... I... I'm not..."

"Uh-huh... um... not a compensated dating girl..."

Aoyama Nanami cried even louder, her small hands clutching Kitakami Yoru's clothes tightly, as if she wanted to melt herself into Kitakami Yoru's body and combine together.

"I'm here, didn't I come?"

Kitakami Yoru smiled tenderly, comforting the beautiful girl crying helplessly in his arms.

Immediately after, his face turned cold, thinking of the bullying and grievances Aoyama Nanami suffered.

And he saw the insulting words on the desk...

Too excessive!

But this wasn't the place to talk...

"It's okay... I'm here..."

Kitakami Yoru could feel how much grievance Aoyama Nanami had suffered, and he kept comforting her softly.

The girl's heart, full of darkness and fear, received bright lights, dispelling the darkness...

A corner of the classroom.

Kitakami Yoru held Aoyama Nanami, and everyone watched.

"Who is he? Is he Kitakami Yoru?"

"That's not right; wasn't he a disgusting dead fat otaku? How is he so handsome?"

"Where is Kanda-san? He hasn't come since yesterday, right?"

"Is this handsome guy Aoyama Nanami's boyfriend? Isn't it compensated dating? What's going on?"

"It wouldn't be someone with the same name, right..."

"How could it be such a coincidence?"

"Kitakami-san..."

After crying for several minutes, Aoyama Nanami stepped back slightly, raised her beautiful tear-stained face, and gazed at Kitakami Yoru with watery eyes.

Her backbone, her reliance, had come to save her.

"Let's go somewhere else to talk; don't worry, I'm here..."

Kitakami Yoru took a light breath, pulled Aoyama Nanami's wrist, and walked out with a firm gaze.

First, comfort Aoyama Nanami, then come back to settle the score with those who bullied her!

Aoyama Nanami didn't have any strength in her body, and her brain was also dazed; she let Kitakami Yoru pull her out.

"Hey... you..."

A curious boy hurriedly asked.

"I am Kitakami Yoru, that disgusting dead fat otaku, the thief in your eyes; are you satisfied?"

Kitakami Yoru stopped his steps, turned his head, and glared at the boy, saying lightly.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap on flat ground!

It exploded!

The words echoed in the classroom, and Kitakami Yoru had already pulled Aoyama Nanami out.

The classroom was first silent; everyone looked at each other, their eyes filled with faint suspicion and surprise.

The boy who just took Aoyama Nanami away was Kitakami Yoru, the disgusting dead fat otaku himself; the impact on these people was like the sun rising from the west.

"How... how is it possible... is it that disgusting dead fat otaku?"

"Don't look at me; I wasn't the one who first said Aoyama Nanami was doing compensated dating; I heard it from you guys..."

"The dead fat otaku became so handsome; the two of them must be dating..."

"I didn't doodle on her desk; it wasn't me..."

"It has nothing to do with me, hehe..."

"Nonsense, you were the loudest when stirring up trouble."

Suddenly, the quiet classroom was in an uproar again.

Many people who were cold to Aoyama Nanami thought they weren't the ones who did the most excessive things and hurriedly spoke to distance themselves from the relationship!

Constantly comforting themselves in their hearts that this matter had nothing to do with them!

It's a very simple truth.

If a beautiful girl and a handsome guy walk together, and a dead fat otaku walks together, what would your opinion be?

For the former, you would definitely think it's a normal relationship; for the latter, you would estimate it's "money power."

Kitakami Yoru pulled Aoyama Nanami's wrist and brought her to the small pond at Shuchiin.

Last time, Miura Yumiko fell near here, and he saw her panties.

Her steps were a bit staggering; Aoyama Nanami used her free hand to wipe her tears and tidy up her messy hair.

Arriving at the pavilion by the small pond, the surroundings were very quiet and very secret.

Kitakami Yoru slowly let go of Aoyama Nanami's wrist and supported her to sit down.

"Ki... Kitakami... cough, cough... san, why are you here?"

After Aoyama Nanami sat down, she spoke very urgently and accidentally choked.

"You're like this, can I not rush over?"

"Seriously!"

Kitakami Yoru gently patted the girl's back and scolded her with a bit of "hate that she doesn't live up to expectations."

Clearly, she had become like this, yet she still wanted to hide it from him; she was really too strong.

"So... sorry..."

Aoyama Nanami stopped crying, looked at Kitakami Yoru with red and swollen eyes.

Tears gushed out again.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm not blaming you, I'm worried about you..."

Kitakami Yoru knew that the most important thing now was to stabilize Aoyama Nanami's emotions.

"Cry if you want to cry..."

He patted Aoyama Nanami's back gently, and his other hand took out the prepared tissue.

"I've already cried enough, my eyes are swollen, I don't want to cry anymore..."

Aoyama Nanami smiled reluctantly, revealing her neat, white teeth, and took the tissue.

She gently wiped her eyes and her tear-stained face.

Finally, she turned her head away in embarrassment and blew the snot she had cried out.

Kitakami Yoru watched silently and reached out to tidy up Aoyama Nanami's hair.

The class bell rang at this time.

"You are not allowed to go back!"

Kitakami Yoru said directly in a commanding tone.

"Ha... I know..."

Aoyama Nanami turned her head and couldn't help but laugh lightly.

She felt so safe and warm, having Kitakami Yoru by her side to accompany her.

Kitakami Yoru sighed deeply and asked again: "Rest well for a while."

"Hmm, hmm."

Aoyama Nanami had the rebellious thought of skipping class for the first time, nodding almost without hesitation.

Kitakami Yoru looked into the distance and organized his thoughts.

Aoyama Nanami secretly glanced at him and lowered her head lightly to sort out her mood.

Surprise... peace of mind... shock...

In the next ten minutes.

The two sat quietly.

Kitakami Yoru suddenly looked at Aoyama Nanami and asked: "Do you feel a bit better?"