Chapter 20

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Kitakami Yoru's expression was a bit surprised.

How could it have the same name as the fat cat in his house?

That's a bit of a coincidence, right?

"Sorry, Kohana, I'm not in a very good mood." The girl with twin tails bought a drink casually and turned back to say.

It seemed her mood was indeed not very good, as if she had lost something she loved.

"Alright, alright~" Her companion had long since noticed Kitakami Yoru and hurriedly urged her.

After the two girls left with their drinks, Kitakami Yoru walked up.

The products in the vending machine were dazzling, but basically, they were juice, milk, coffee, and two layers were chocolate and sandwich bread.

He spent five hundred yen to buy a bottle of sugar-free, low-fat black coffee.

Kitakami Yoru stood in front of the vending machine, took a tentative sip, and immediately showed an expression of it being disgusting.

But he didn't throw it away and left with the black coffee.

In a relatively secluded place on the Shuchiin campus, Kitakami Yoru circled around for a bit and returned to the bottom of the school building.

Upstairs, upstairs, upstairs.

The bitter, disgusting black coffee in his hand had already been half-drunk.

Kitakami Yoru passed his own classroom, took a look, and continued upstairs.

The top floor was the seventh-floor rooftop.

Usually in doujinshi, many fat otaku protagonists, or protagonists whose eyes can't be seen, would threaten the heroine to come up, and a battle would occur.

Kitakami Yoru took a sip of coffee and saw that the lock on the rooftop door was a bit dilapidated, seemingly able to be pulled open by force, feeling a little lucky.

So, he used his fleshy, big hands and pulled hard a few times, and it opened.

"Let's blow off some steam before going down."

Kitakami Yoru pulled the door open, walked onto the rooftop, and gently pulled the door shut, leaving it slightly ajar.

"Hoo~"

A light breeze blew over, Kitakami Yoru squinted his eyes, his hair flying everywhere, revealing his fair, round, fleshy face, and his mood improved quite a bit.

The top of the rooftop had a knee-high wall to prevent people from accidentally falling off.

There was some dust, trash, and fallen leaves on the ground, not very clean.

There was also a very dilapidated double chair, facing the Shuchiin clock tower.

Walking up, Kitakami Yoru saw that the double bench felt like it was crumbling, and he estimated that if he sat on it at his weight, this double bench would collapse.

Subsequently, the facts proved that the double bench was still quite sturdy.

Kitakami Yoru looked far away at the large clock on the Shuchiin clock tower, blowing in the breeze, drinking the bitter, hard-to-swallow black coffee.

It was about time, so he left.

"Was this door blown open by the wind? Or did it move by itself?"

When leaving, Kitakami Yoru muttered casually, hung the lock that was just for show, and returned to the classroom.

Returning to the classroom, since it was almost time for the opening ceremony, everyone had to return to gather.

When Kitakami Yoru returned, he found that the seats were almost full.

He chose to enter through the less conspicuous back door.

One reason was that he didn't want to be conspicuous and be looked at with strange eyes by his classmates; the second was that he was originally sitting at the very back, in the last row, by the window.

The seats were marked according to the order of the Japanese syllabary and would be changed once a semester; Japanese high school students have three semesters in a school year.

Kitakami Yoru lowered his head and came to sit down at the nameplate where his seat was.

To his left was the window, and to his right was a blonde, popular queen named Miura Yumiko.

She was quite well-known in the school.

During registration, Kitakami Yoru had quickly browsed through the list of signatures once.

Just as he was thinking this, Kitakami Yoru noticed out of the corner of his eye that Miura Yumiko was looking in his direction.

"These girls..."

Kitakami Yoru hesitated for a moment and turned his head.

He saw Miura Yumiko, with her blonde hair, fair skin, exquisite features, and especially those dazzling grandmother-green eyes.

She was leaning her body, holding her phone in one hand, and idly twirling a lock of her hair with the slender index finger of her other hand, sizing him up.

Miura Yumiko saw Kitakami Yoru turn his head and stared at him intensely for two seconds.

"Hey, are you the one who stole Kasumigaoka Utaha's things?" The expression on Miura Yumiko's face changed accordingly.

"It wasn't me!" Kitakami Yoru replied in a deep voice.

"But everyone says it's you? Why didn't Kasumigaoka Utaha say it was someone else, but specifically you?"

Miura Yumiko seemed to have thought of something funny, smiled, revealing a row of white, neat teeth, and then replied.

"Because I'm fat, I'm disgusting, I'm a fat otaku, I look easy to bully..." Kitakami Yoru gritted his teeth, squeezed out a sentence from his throat, and stared fixedly into Miura Yumiko's eyes.

"Ha... you..."

The other party's reaction and answer were completely beyond Miura Yumiko's expectations, and it even startled her, not knowing how to answer.

Therefore, she was stunned for a while before replying, "Hmph, anyway, as long as you don't bother me while sitting next to me, that's fine."

"Got it." Kitakami Yoru turned his head back.

He had originally thought that he would inevitably be scolded and fiercely despised by this popular, beautiful girl nicknamed the "Queen of Flame."

After all, in the eyes of others, he was a sexual harassment criminal, and he looked gloomy, disgusting, and annoying.

At the same time.

Others in the class also saw Kitakami Yoru and started whispering and discussing with their seatmates.

The originally unfamiliar classmate relationship was instantly brought closer because of Kitakami Yoru.

Sitting by the window, Kitakami Yoru looked at the scenery outside, his expression calm, but his fists were clenched until they turned white!

"Damn Kasumigaoka Utaha, Shinomiya Kaguya, damn culprit!"

A while later.

Hiratsuka Shizuka returned, and the class finally fell silent.

Hiratsuka Shizuka said some things that a homeroom teacher would routinely say, arranged class officers, duty rosters, and other work.

The time was just right for the opening ceremony, so she led Year 2, Class C to the auditorium to observe the ceremony.

(Arriving at the highest city in the world)

Auditorium.

"It's so beautiful, the auditorium~"

A freshman passed by Kitakami Yoru, looking at the large auditorium that looked like a palace castle, and sighed.

The auditorium was very large, and the facilities were very luxurious, easily accommodating all the teachers and students of the high school division to observe the ceremony.

Occasional concerts, large-scale stage plays, etc., would all be held here.

When observing the ceremony, everyone's seating was arranged according to class.

In other words, Kitakami Yoru had to sit with Miura Yumiko, who looked very difficult to provoke and get along with!

It's hard to say whether this was someone's bad luck or good luck.

In any case, many people were envious of Kitakami Yoru.

A pair of bony, exquisite, snow-white long legs, full of vitality, wearing small black boots, stretched out beside Kitakami Yoru, dazzling and eye-catching, making it impossible to look away.

"If you dare to look, dare to have wild thoughts, I'll tear your eyes out." Miura Yumiko warned arrogantly, looking at him as if he were trash.

Kitakami Yoru didn't look, nor did he answer, quietly watching the principal's speech on the stage.

A top-tier private academy like Shuchiin Academy didn't go in for so much nonsense.

The principal's speech ended quickly, and it was the turn of the new student council president, Shirogane Miyuki, to speak.

"Vice President Shinomiya Kaguya, President Shirogane Miyuki..."

Kitakami Yoru looked at Shirogane Miyuki on the podium and muttered in a low voice.

In fact.

In his freshman year, Shirogane Miyuki was once Kitakami Yoru's seatmate.