Chapter 193

"I'm sorry... I dragged you into trouble and caused you to be scolded so much..."

Aoyama Nanami's eyes were filled with apology.

"This has nothing to do with you. You don't need to blame yourself. Don't do this again in the future; if something happens, just tell me."

Kitakami Yoru shook his head gently.

Aoyama Nanami was just too strong-willed, her self-esteem was too high, and she had always been thinking purely for his sake, afraid that trouble would affect him.

"I'll try my best... *cough, cough*..."

With a personality like that, Aoyama Nanami could only reply this way.

After sitting for a while longer, Kitakami Yoru pulled Aoyama Nanami up.

The two of them left the place, one after the other.

Aoyama Nanami followed slowly behind, shyness gradually spreading in her heart.

Vending machine.

Kitakami Yoru inserted several coins and bought a full seven bottles of different drinks.

He thoughtfully opened one and handed it to Aoyama Nanami, stuffing the rest into his pockets.

Aoyama Nanami replenished her fluids in small sips, very curious, wanting to know what Yoru was going to do.

A moment later, Kitakami Yoru pulled Aoyama Nanami and walked back to the teaching building.

Timing it perfectly, they arrived at the back door of the classroom.

The bell for the end of class rang just then.

In normal times, Aoyama Nanami would definitely have felt crazy and terrified—she had skipped class!

Teachers in Japan don't drag out their classes; after waiting for a dozen seconds, they left.

And the people in the classroom had long since noticed Kitakami Yoru holding Aoyama Nanami's wrist, standing at the back door.

Once the teacher left.

Kitakami Yoru pulled the head-bowed, incredibly shy Aoyama Nanami inside.

At this moment, Aoyama Nanami was like a little girl, sensing countless fiery gazes that hit her body like bullets in an instant.

Kitakami Yoru walked straight up to the boy who had splashed water on Aoyama Nanami.

"What is he doing?"

"It must be revenge. Splashing water on someone's girlfriend—could you tolerate that?"

"So handsome. Why is he so good-looking after losing weight? Aoyama Nanami was already fully booked, and now she has such a handsome boyfriend?"

"Please, I'm telling you, you didn't say little about her before, looking down on her for compensated dating, right?"

"I want to date a handsome guy too..."

"I didn't say anything, it has nothing to do with me..."

"An hour ago, you told me he was that disgusting, dead fatty. I absolutely don't believe it..."

After a class period, the people in the classroom had to accept the fact that Kitakami Yoru had lost weight and become a perfect handsome man.

Hearing the chaotic noise in the classroom, Aoyama Nanami pressed her head even lower.

"What... what are you doing?"

The person who splashed water on Aoyama Nanami was a boy; judging by his appearance, he might be into sports, as he had some small muscles.

Under Kitakami Yoru's stare, he panicked a little before standing up.

He had splashed water on Aoyama Nanami purely out of a twisted psychological impulse; his head got hot and he just did it.

Some people just can't stand to see others doing well.

"Swish!"

Kitakami Yoru suddenly delivered a heavy straight punch, slamming it fiercely into the opponent's chest.

"Ugh!"

"Clatter—clang, clang, clang—"

The opponent first let out a muffled groan, never having expected Kitakami Yoru to launch a sudden sneak attack.

After being knocked down, the man fell to the ground, colliding with desks and chairs that emitted a metallic clanging sound.

The things on the table fell all over the floor.

"Sorry."

Kitakami Yoru looked at a girl who had been accidentally caught in the crossfire and whose desk was affected, apologizing faintly.

The girl's face flushed visibly, and she stared at Kitakami Yoru with wide, dazed, and silly eyes, unable to even nod.

The rest of the people, including Aoyama Nanami, were all shocked by this.

Kitakami Yoru actually hit someone?

This was Xiuzhiyuan Sect, where school rules were extremely strict and student management requirements were very high.

Bullying and contempt were things everyone only dared to do secretly in private.

Furthermore, they only dared to use cold bullying; no one dared to touch the taboo of physical violence.

"He actually hit someone. Isn't he afraid of getting a major demerit or being expelled for bad behavior?"

"I think he's even more charming now, protecting his girlfriend like this..."

"Tch, what if it were you? Didn't you also mock Aoyama Nanami for being a compensated dating girl?"

"No... won't he be expelled directly for hitting someone?"

"Ah! Baka, you're looking for death!"

The person who had fallen to the ground let out a roar, struggling to get up from the floor.

Aoyama Nanami retreated a few steps in fear.

But Kitakami Yoru did not.

He had been waiting for this.

As soon as the opponent stood up, he took advantage of the momentum to stomp a foot fiercely onto the opponent's chest, cursing disdainfully: "So tough, attacking a girl—I look down on you!"

The immense force applied by his foot prevented the opponent from getting up, causing him to fall heavily to the ground again, his body arching in pain.

"Is this how you treat girls?"

Kitakami Yoru took out the drink from his pocket, twisted off the cap, and poured it down with a calm face.

The black coffee liquid landed mercilessly on the opponent's head.

"Huh?!"

Aoyama Nanami's eyes widened; so that was what he was doing.

The next second.

Kitakami Yoru stepped down again in annoyance, grinding his foot heavily.

He wasn't even afraid of Eriri, who had a noble background, and had already done it, so why fear anything else?

Within Xiuzhiyuan Sect, Eriri's family background could rank in the top ten.

"Ah! Pain!... No!"

The opponent let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

"This is the price you have to pay. If you're not convinced, you can come find me!"

Kitakami Yoru twisted his neck, took out another bottle of drink, and poured it down in a humiliating manner.

Back then you splashed cold water on Aoyama Nanami, now you can experience that feeling yourself!

One bottle, two bottles... three bottles... four bottles...

Kitakami Yoru wasn't afraid that Xiuzhiyuan Sect would expel him for this.

He hadn't done anything wrong, and he wasn't the same person he used to be.

Even if it went to the principal's office, let's see who bullied Aoyama Nanami first.

Seeing this scene, everyone swallowed their saliva, feeling terrified one after another.

Among them, the most terrified was the gal who had snatched Aoyama Nanami's phone.

"It's your turn..."

Kitakami Yoru looked at the boy on the ground, then looked at the gal.

He would use his full strength to stomp on her toes, pressing down hard; she wouldn't be able to walk properly for a few days.

"I... I..."

The gal's face had long since turned deathly pale, her body trembling slightly.

"Kitakami-kun..."