Chapter 197

Aoyama Nanami's mood was somewhat complicated; she didn't know how to describe it, but it was definitely happy and blissful.

It was a good side.

"Kitakami-san helps me so much... but I don't have anything decent to offer... I don't know how to repay him either..."

"And... and I made him get scolded for nothing; I even doubted him before..."

Aoyama Nanami secretly raised her head and quickly swept a glance at the perfectly handsome Kitakami Yoru.

How should she repay Kitakami-san?

"Rest for a while, take a bath, and I'll take you out for something good to eat tonight."

Kitakami Yoru sat back on the small sofa.

Aoyama Nanami nodded blankly.

"You stay at home tomorrow and the day after, adjust your mood; it just happens to be the weekend, so you can have four days off in a row."

Kitakami Yoru added.

"Then I'll go take a bath first, mm-hmm."

Aoyama Nanami stood up all at once, ran into the shower room, and closed the door.

After the door closed.

Aoyama Nanami supported herself against the wall with both hands, bent over, and panted heavily, her eyes wide open!

"Kitakami-san was actually pressing me just now... he he he..."

"And... could it be that I've fallen in love with him?"

"No no no... no..."

The voice echoed in the shower room; Aoyama Nanami suddenly raised her head and covered her mouth tightly.

Was she heard?

Her mood was so strange; she could clearly remain normal when seeing Kitakami Yoru before.

Including the first few days of school, eating with Gabriel, the three of them.

At that time, she just thought Kitakami Yoru was good-looking and had a good impression...

"Hey, no way, I can't just beat her up to make her learn a lesson, right?"

Kitakami Yoru in the living room had already stood up, scanned the room, and thought silently.

Only by doing this could he make a deep impression on Aoyama Nanami.

"By the way, what's-his-name, isn't he Aoyama-san's boyfriend?"

"Why haven't I seen him? Did they break up a long time ago?"

Walking to the door to put on his shoes, Kitakami Yoru supported himself with one hand on the door and muttered.

If it were true, he would be even more excited.

A twisted pleasure arose in his heart.

"Aoyama-san, I'm leaving."

Steadying himself, Kitakami Yoru left.

Aoyama Nanami in the shower room breathed a sigh of relief and slid down.

At the same time.

Eriri, who only heard the rumors on the train home after club activities ended, kept refreshing the school forum homepage.

The administrators had already deleted many posts and comments shared by students.

Only the Student Council's announcement remained, pinned to the top.

But some non-misleading posts were still left behind.

"This, this, this, this..."

"Is this that disgusting, dead, fat pig pervert?"

Eriri sat in the corner of the carriage, holding her phone, her fingers trembling slightly.

She saw the boy in the post shared by someone, looking shocked.

Completely... completely not the same person as that dead, fat pig who bullied her, right?

Eriri closed her eyes and recalled the full appearance of that disgusting, dead, fat otaku who had deceived her and broken into her home, comparing them.

Emotions surged, and she almost shed tears.

"He lost weight and actually turned into this?"

Eriri felt as if she felt a little better herself, but this thought flashed by and disappeared.

She gritted her teeth in anger again; she couldn't forget this grudge.

Near Kasumigaoka Utaha's home.

Kasumigaoka Utaha took a long detour, confirmed that the feeling of being followed had disappeared, and then returned home with peace of mind.

Having finally spent a stable summer vacation.

The stalker appeared again.

"Could it be someone from school? Wearing the Shuchiin uniform, mixed in the crowd?"

"Right... no... damn it!"

After opening the door, Kasumigaoka Utaha took off her shoes casually, locked the door, and went upstairs back to her room.

Her white, fleshy bottom wrapped in black silk stockings pressed against the chair, even causing shallow ripples.

"Useless."

Suddenly, Kasumigaoka Utaha took out the psychological diagnosis report from her school bag and threw it directly into the trash can.

She had just taken the time to see a psychiatrist.

The other party actually said she was having a hypochondriac attack, anxiety disorder, and neurasthenia; where was there any super-strong sixth sense or sensitivity to other people's gazes?

It was all a fixed personality cognitive disorder formed since childhood.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was speechless and chose to go home directly.

Didn't she know her own situation?

"So annoying!"

Stomping her foot heavily on the floor, Kasumigaoka Utaha took out her phone and scrolled through the school forum.

Sliding to a post, Kasumigaoka Utaha clicked in.

Shuchiin, Teacher Office Building.

Teachers who had finished their meeting walked out of the office building one after another.

"Mafuyu-sensei, how is your car repair going?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka was smoking a cigarette on the balcony, blowing in the breeze.

"It's not repaired yet, a huge expense, and I still need to compensate others. I plan to change to a place to rent to save some money."

Kirisu Mafuyu held her lesson plans and shook her head gently.

"Be careful when driving in the future; if it really doesn't work, you can take public transportation."

Hiratsuka Shizuka smiled bitterly and advised, then took out her phone to check messages.

The next second, she clicked her tongue.

The informant she had planted among the students sent her a message, which was about Kitakami Yoru.

"Kitakami Yoru again, what?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka muttered, flipping through the messages, and exclaimed in shock.

"Kitakami Yoru?"

Kirisu Mafuyu remembered that disgusting, dead, fat otaku.

"Right... if you saw what he looks like now, or looked at the school forum, you would definitely be shocked."

"Finish sending messages all at once in the future, don't break it up."

Hiratsuka Shizuka flipped to the back and calmed down.

Kitakami Yoru left Aoyama Nanami's home, took the remaining cake, and went to Gabriel's home.

"Gabriel?"

After calling out, Kitakami Yoru knocked on the door gently, waited for a few seconds, and pulled the door handle.

"Meow meow~"