Chapter 2

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

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2: Kirisu Mafuyu and Misunderstandings

At the end of March, the nine o'clock sun in Tokyo felt warm on the body.

Kitakami Yoru felt a sense of dread in his heart, dragging his bulky body as he ran back to the warehouse of the general building.

He had accidentally lost track of time.

Just as he ran in.

Three senior girls from the Pure Academy, dressed in gyaru style, came to meet him with expressions of dissatisfaction, and Kitakami Yoru knew it was bad.

"Hey, where did you go? Did it really take that long to go to the bathroom?" The lead senior crossed her arms with one hand, and with the other, she held a list, handing it directly to Kitakami Yoru.

"Sorry, senior... I..." Kitakami Yoru looked at her, about to apologize.

As a result, her expression immediately changed from dissatisfaction to "disgust."

"Take it."

The lead senior flicked the list in her hand and called out to the other two girls: "Let's go."

Kitakami Yoru caught the list; it was the list of spring trip supplies that their group of four needed to move.

From the warehouse to the tourist bus at the school gate.

Basically, they were all large, heavy items.

He had unfortunately been grouped with three seniors from the Pure Academy.

All of this work was pushed onto him, who looked easy to bully.

"They didn't move a single thing." Kitakami Yoru looked at the list in silence.

Those seniors, however, started chatting as they walked.

"Is this really okay? What if he complains to the teacher?"

"Don't worry about that. If the teacher asks, we'll just say he was looking at us lecherously and trying to get close to us..."

"No one will believe a dead fat otaku like him!"

"That's right, he's just a junior from the Mixed Academy, don't worry, let's go take a break..."

"Tsk, fat and disgusting, and he even took a handsome guy's name. Does he think he'll turn into a handsome guy? It's hilarious."

Hearing this, Kitakami Yoru tightened his sandbag-sized fist, then released it, and walked silently into the warehouse.

The warehouse was large, and there were many people inside, moving supplies in pairs.

Many boys were working enthusiastically and chatting excitedly.

For this spring trip, they had been assigned to a team with many beauties, and even the two accompanying teachers were the beauties Hiratsuka Shizuka and Kirisu Mafuyu.

They were very happy.

But Kitakami Yoru couldn't be happy no matter what.

Shuchiin is a school located in Minato Ward, Tokyo, with a long history, serving noble families.

The students studying here are children of the upper class, and there are even those who will shoulder the fate of the nation in the future.

In recent years, in response to national policy, Shuchiin began recruiting students from outside.

His parents wanted to give Kitakami Yoru the best environment, and as a family whose conditions could barely be considered middle-class, they gritted their teeth and donated a large sum of money, letting Kitakami Yoru, whose grades were mediocre, enter through the back door.

They also had to pay a high tuition fee every year.

Shuchiin's environment, facilities, faculty education, and everything else.

It was indeed the best.

But this school calls students who have studied here since childhood "Pure Academy," and those who transferred in halfway are called "Mixed Academy."

The gap between Pure Academy students and Mixed Academy students is like a chasm between heaven and earth.

Mixed Academy students have a very low status in the school and are usually looked down upon by the Pure Academy students.

There are a few exceptions, though.

For example, Eriri and Kasumigaoka Utaha are both Mixed Academy students.

However, Eriri is the daughter of a British diplomat, her family background is more prominent than many Pure Academy students, and she is a cute, fair-skinned mixed-race girl, so people only try to curry favor with her...

Kasumigaoka Utaha has no prominent family background.

But since she enrolled, her academic and athletic performance has firmly occupied the top spot, so excellent that people can't take their eyes off her.

She is also beautiful, the opposite sex most admired by boys in the school, bar none.

In private, some people even buy the stockings and shoes Kasumigaoka Utaha has worn at super high prices.

There are also people who deliberately hover in front of Kasumigaoka Utaha, wanting to get a look of disdain from her as if she were "looking at a puppy," but Kasumigaoka Utaha ignores them directly.

Kitakami Yoru clearly does not belong to that minority, and even in ordinary schools, he would be at the very bottom of the food chain.

Kitakami Yoru carried a packed camping tent on his shoulder.

He is tall and fat, and his strength is even greater than many adult men, so doing the work of two people is basically no problem.

When facing his peers, he is like a small mountain with a sense of oppression, so no one has ever dared to use direct violence against him!

The tourist bus was parked at the gate of Shuchiin, and moving the supplies back and forth was about two hundred meters.

"Just consider it weight loss," Kitakami Yoru comforted himself.

Back and forth five or six times.

Kitakami Yoru was drenched in sweat and couldn't walk anymore, so he hid under the shade of a tree to rest.

"This year's spring trip is really..."

With his hands behind his head, leaning against the tree trunk, Kitakami Yoru muttered silently in his heart.

In order to improve the relationship between Pure Academy and Mixed Academy students.

This year, the school board changed the spring trip that was supposed to be held after the start of the semester by class.

It was changed to before the start of the semester, taking students from different classes of different grades.

Picking a few people to form multiple large mixed teams.

In different batches, led by two teachers, they go to different places for a spring trip themed around team spirit.

"And you can't just ask for leave and not come."

"Is this really effective?"

"If I had known, I would have faked an illness and gone to the hospital to get a note..."

As Kitakami Yoru thought, he habitually started talking to himself again.

Twenty minutes before departure, Kitakami Yoru finally finished moving everything.

He kept an eye out and moved an extra tent.

Because he estimated that no one would be willing to sleep in a tent with him.

Subsequently, Kitakami Yoru went to the restroom to change into a clean and fresh set of clothes, and wiped his body to eliminate the sweat smell.

Fatties are naturally prone to sweating, and after moving heavy objects back and forth in the sun, the original set was already soaked and couldn't be worn.

With the last ten minutes left, Kitakami Yoru took out his Switch, opened Pokémon Sword, and started playing.

Not long after.

Kitakami Yoru heard the whistle blown by the teacher for assembly, put on his luggage bag, and walked over slowly while playing the game.

The bus led by Kirisu Mafuyu was almost full, and they could leave immediately.

But when counting the supplies, they found a box of life jackets missing.

Just as she was about to call two students to move it, she saw Kitakami Yoru walking over unhurriedly, playing a game.

"This student, wait a moment." Kirisu Mafuyu frowned slightly and trotted over.

Why was he walking so sluggishly, not rushing to assemble when he heard the whistle.

Usually, Kirisu Mafuyu hates these types of students the most.

"Kirisu-sensei, is... is something wrong?" Kitakami Yoru shrank his head and secretly glanced at Kirisu Mafuyu in front of him.

With waist-length cherry-blossom-colored hair, straight bangs, braids on both sides, a tall and slender figure, and delicate skin, she was indeed a great beauty.

"A box of life jackets is missing, can you go get it?" Kirisu Mafuyu said directly.

"Sensei, I'm not the person moving life jackets..." Kitakami Yoru struggled after hearing this, a bit wanting to refuse.

He didn't want to go; back and forth, he would definitely sweat!

"I know, but the teacher has no way to check who forgot to move it right now, you know?" Kirisu Mafuyu's tone carried a hint of instruction.