Chapter 194

Aoyama Nanami suddenly reached out and grabbed Kitakami Yoru, feeling worried for him.

What if, what if it's too much?

What if Shuchiin expels Kitakami Yoru?

Kitakami Yoru turned his head, sighed silently, and looked at that gal with a cold face.

"Get over here and apologize!"

These two were the ones who bullied Aoyama Nanami the worst.

As for the rest, almost the entire grade was discussing the rumors that Aoyama Nanami was engaged in compensated dating.

It was impossible for him to beat everyone up.

"I... sumi... sumimasen..."

The gal trembled slightly in fear, standing up a bit shakily.

While swallowing her saliva, she stared at Kitakami Yoru, incredibly nervous; most ridiculously, she couldn't even control herself, letting a thought slip through that Kitakami Yoru was actually so charming, so handsome...

"Sumimasen, Aoyama... Aoyama-san..."

The gal steadied herself by holding onto the desk, nervously swallowing her saliva repeatedly.

"That's enough, Kitakami-san..."

Aoyama Nanami shrank her neck and asked for Kitakami Yoru's opinion.

"You're forgiving her just like that?"

Kitakami Yoru took a deep breath, looked at Aoyama Nanami, then pointed his finger in a slow circle around the classroom and asked loudly:

"How did she treat you?"

"And you lot who were watching the show, you're almost all accomplices; you've all mocked and cursed Aoyama Nanami, haven't you?!"

Upon hearing this.

These people either lowered their heads or turned away, and a few packed their bags and left.

"All of you apologize to me, or I'll call the principal over directly. You need to get this straight: you are the abusers!"

"Who is the victim?"

"Who is it?!"

Kitakami Yoru's gaze was sharp; he pointed heavily at Aoyama Nanami, then pointed at himself!

He was a victim too!

"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry... I was wrong..."

"I'm sorry..."

That gal suddenly burst into tears, shouted out a sentence while crying loudly, and crouched down directly.

"Hmph..."

Kitakami Yoru still felt it wasn't enough.

"That's enough, Kitakami-san..."

Aoyama Nanami tugged at Kitakami Yoru's small hand and swept a quick glance outside the classroom.

It was already packed with a dark mass of people, crowded densely.

"That's Kitakami Yoru? When did he turn into this?"

"Woo... he looks so good... so handsome..."

"Is there anyone, can someone explain this to me?"

"Don't push, don't push, I can't see anymore."

"Did they start fighting inside? And who is that boy?"

"That boy is Kitakami Yoru, the one who stole Kasumigaoka Utaha-senpai's stockings and panties; he lost weight over the summer vacation..."

"I don't know why, but rumors started that Aoyama Nanami was doing compensated dating with him!"

"Are you kidding? Did Japan lose the war? They're clearly dating. Isn't it just girls jealous of Aoyama Nanami spreading rumors?"

"Who knows? Just eating melons, eating melons..."

At the same time, everything happening here was being recorded by people on their phones.

It fermented and spread rapidly.

Club group chats, the school forum...

People kept running back in groups upon discovering there was a show to watch.

Kitakami Yoru became concerned about Aoyama Nanami's situation; he didn't care about himself, but he couldn't be too absolute.

Finally, he insisted on not leaving until those people couldn't withstand the pressure.

Whether they were sincere or not, they apologized to Aoyama Nanami and himself.

Only then did he restrain his expression and return to being indifferent.

"Let's go."

Kitakami Yoru pulled Aoyama Nanami's wrist and said gently in front of countless people.

"I... I... I'll get my books..."

Aoyama Nanami turned directly into a steam engine, too nervous to say a complete sentence.

"Wow, wow, why do I feel like this is so romantic!"

"He really looks good, so charming..."

The boys were indifferent to this scene, but the more emotional girls exclaimed in twos and threes.

The boy Kitakami Yoru had kicked down finally stood up, his heart pounding incessantly; clearly, he had been frightened by Kitakami Yoru just now.

The key was that the person who hit him was in the right.

The evidence was conclusive.

"Do you want to take revenge?"

Kitakami Yoru sneered and looked at that boy.

"No... no..."

That boy was struck by the aura on Kitakami Yoru, feeling as if he were facing a flood or a wild beast.

"Heh~"

Kitakami Yoru exhaled, pulled Aoyama Nanami to her seat, and picked up her school bag.

He turned his head again and scanned the classroom.

Everyone felt guilty and didn't dare to make eye contact with him or Aoyama Nanami.

"Let's go."

Kitakami Yoru grabbed the wrist of the steam-engine beautiful girl in front of him and strode away.

Aoyama Nanami, shy and thin-skinned, was like a timid, startled quail, her mind blank, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

The crowd automatically parted into a narrow path to let the two walk out.

The entire corridor was filled with students from this floor, crowded like a tide.

They watched all the way as Kitakami Yoru pulled Aoyama Nanami's wrist and left.

Walking out of the teaching building.

Kitakami Yoru and Aoyama Nanami didn't stop; instead, they accelerated and left Shuchiin.

He desperately wanted to take Aoyama Nanami home and have a good talk.

This silly woman.

She worried him to death; he had to properly discipline and train her.

After the two left.

Outside the class where Aoyama Nanami was, the crowd still hadn't dispersed.

Her classmates blamed each other, shirked responsibility, and stared at one another.

No one wanted to be the first bird to stick its head out and pretend nothing had happened before leaving.

A long time later.

The class monitor finally raised a hand weakly: "I say, those who mocked Aoyama-san at the time, those who scribbled graffiti, should step forward themselves and find a way to apologize..."

"And others, let's apologize together too. If you're embarrassed to say it directly, you can write a note, or compensate with money..."

"Isn't Aoyama-san just short of money? That's why we thought that, right?"

"I agree, I agree. I didn't know those two were dating either. Money is no problem..."

Some people agreed with guilty consciences.