Chapter 192

"I'm already fine....."

Aoyama Nanami replied in a small voice.

"Then tell me, who spread the rumor?"

A trace of sternness flashed in Kitakami Yoru's eyes.

"I..... don't know......"

Aoyama Nanami was stunned; not only did she not feel afraid, but a warm feeling surged.

"Don't know?"

"Are you lying to me again?"

Kitakami Yoru raised an eyebrow.

He thought this simple and kind girl was deceiving him again.

"Really, really....."

Aoyama Nanami nodded forcefully, looked at Kitakami Yoru in panic, and explained with a pale face:

"I said I was friends with you, I said it in the classroom...."

"Then, someone saw me walking with you, I don't know how it turned into me doing compensated dating..... compensated dating....."

By the end, her voice became smaller and smaller.

Aoyama Nanami, whose most vicious insult was just "jerk," how could she say the word "compensated dating" loudly in front of Kitakami Yoru?

"It's making me so angry...."

Kitakami Yoru's chest heaved.

"It's okay, it's all okay."

Aoyama Nanami hesitantly used her small hand to hug Kitakami Yoru's arm and pulled it.

"Without finding the source of the rumor, how can the rumor be broken?"

"Our chat history was posted on the school forum!"

Kitakami Yoru exhaled a breath of turbid air and gradually returned to calm.

"The rumor is spreading that I am doing compensated da..... dead fat otaku...... is it you?"

"You are no longer a dead fat otaku......"

Aoyama Nanami tentatively and shyly wanted to lean her head on Kitakami Yoru's shoulder.

Kitakami Yoru's image after losing weight could be used to pick up girls on the street, and he could bring them home at night.

Still need to find compensated dating?

Just as Fujiwara Chika said, as long as Kitakami Yoru comes to school, the rumor will be self-defeating.

"Hm?"

"What you said, seems to make a little sense."

Kitakami Yoru's brows gradually relaxed; it seemed to make some sense.

Aoyama Nanami's courage, which had finally been built up, disappeared again, and she hurriedly let go of Kitakami Yoru's arm.

"Then tell me, who bullied you the most?"

Kitakami Yoru stood up and clenched his fists toward the teaching building.

At the same time, he thought of Eriri, that little golden hair; were her twin tails itchy?

It had been a full two months, and she hadn't gone to clarify with Kasumigaoka Utaha?

Eriri had a part of the joint responsibility for what happened to Aoyama Nanami.

"Ki..... Kitakami-san?"

Aoyama Nanami stammered, calling Kitakami Yoru's name.

"Aren't you angry at what they did, and don't want to take revenge?"

Kitakami Yoru sat down and stared in anger.

"Mm-hm.. uh uh....."

Aoyama Nanami nodded forcefully, then shook her head forcefully, her heart complex and conflicted, not knowing what to do.

Does she hate those people?

Very much.

Does she hate them?

Very much?

But she is just a country girl with no money and no power; what about those Xiuzhiyuan students?

Almost every one of them is....

"Are you worried? It's okay, I won't be impulsive."

Kitakami Yoru turned on mind-reading; he couldn't be blamed for special circumstances.

"Don't be impulsive..... it doesn't necessarily have to be revenge for me...... I don't want you to have an accident....."

Aoyama Nanami's small hands were tightly intertwined, then pulled apart.

"I'm very angry, angry that those people called me a dead fat otaku. I stood up for myself, is that okay?"

"Listen well, I stood up for myself, is that okay!"

Kitakami Yoru reached out, forcefully grabbed Aoyama Nanami's shoulders, and shook her body!

"Mm-hmm..."

Aoyama Nanami looked up quickly, wanting to cry again.

She knew it.

Kitakami Yoru's excuse was as clumsy as a math problem asking what 1+1 equals.

"Tell me, who were the people who splashed water on you and snatched your phone?"

Kitakami Yoru let go of his hands.

"It was..."

Aoyama Nanami reported the names of the other party.

"That's all it takes, rest for a while longer."

Kitakami Yoru took out his phone, checked the time, and then turned his head to ask:

"Also, why did you lie to me earlier?"

"Saying you were fine? That I didn't need to worry?"

Aoyama Nanami felt a little afraid, but it wasn't that kind of real fear, and she spoke weakly:

"Because you were busy and didn't come... I didn't want to affect you..."

"Besides... you would come to school sooner or later, being a little late didn't matter..."

"What do you mean it didn't matter?!"

Kitakami Yoru knew Aoyama Nanami was thinking of him, but he still couldn't help but angrily use his hand to pinch her delicate little ear.

Ear.

It was Aoyama Nanami's sensitive weak point, a place others couldn't touch, with a level of sensitivity comparable to private parts.

With Kitakami Yoru's sudden attack, Aoyama Nanami's body trembled violently, and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, almost crying out.

"Does it hurt?"

Kitakami Yoru pinched it gently twice, thinking he had used too much force.

"A little bit."

Aoyama Nanami's face flushed a shade deeper, her voice as faint as a mosquito's, and she lied.

"I'll help you get revenge in a bit."

Kitakami Yoru looked at Aoyama Nanami with a hint of apology.

His heart was still full of words he wanted to make clear to her.

But, it would be better to talk about it when they got home.

"Mm."

Aoyama Nanami did not refuse this time, responding with her heart in a chaotic mess.

"Kitakami-kun..."

"I'm here."