Chapter 202

What kind of price chip was this?

Money doesn't work, use this?

What kind of doujin plot?

Taking the initiative to send it to him to handle?

Kitakami Yoru felt happy in his heart, grinned, and turned to walk toward Eriri.

Eriri heard the laughter, looked at this scene, closed her eyes in despair, and bit her pink, fragrant lips tightly.

"Get lost... disgusting... wild dog... go to hell..."

"He must be happy to death..."

"Tomoya... I... I..."

"Wait... he won't want to do it here, right?"

"Here... it won't work!"

The thought in her heart flashed to here, and Eriri opened her eyes decisively.

What entered her pupils was Kitakami Yoru's perfect, peerless face, but with a disdainful straight face, and a large hand grabbing toward her!

Eriri had no chance or time to react, and Kitakami Yoru's palm grabbed her bangs directly and pulled hard!

"Ah!"

Eriri screamed instinctively in pain and had her head pulled up.

"You stupid dog, are you thinking too much?"

"Are you made of gold? Or made of gems?"

"Get lost, you stupid dog!"

Kitakami Yoru was really angry, gritted his teeth, and cursed angrily.

Then!

Kitakami Yoru threw Eriri on the ground casually, just like throwing trash.

Snorted coldly and heavily, his expression indifferent: "At the latest tomorrow afternoon."

After the words fell, he left without looking back!

Eriri fell to the ground; not only did her little bottom hurt to death, but her pulled bangs hurt even more!

Even the scalp, the nerves and blood vessels were rich!

Usually, pulling one leg hair hurt like crazy.

Eriri felt as if she had no feeling, her eyes were empty, completely unbelievable!

She was rejected?!

Kitakami Yoru rejected her?

For other boys, touching one of her hands was as hard as reaching heaven!

Moreover, this was still something she proposed herself.

Before proposing, Eriri was full of confidence.

"Rejected... rejected... stupid dog..."

In the remote corner of Shuchiin, this white-skinned mixed-race eldest daughter with a noble background and an arrogant and spoiled personality kept making trembling sounds from her lips.

Despair... at the end of her rope... regret... anger... at a loss... no courage to face...

Even...

Was there a trace of unwillingness?!

This disgusting dead fat otaku, treating her like this?

What should she do?

Tomorrow afternoon was the final ultimatum.

Confess to Tomoya first?

Ask Tomoya for help?

Her sketchbook was still in Kitakami Yoru's hands...

"Hoo..."

On the way to the teaching building, Kitakami Yoru looked up at the sky slightly and exhaled.

Did Eriri, this stupid dog, still think she would be moved?

How ridiculous?

"If Eriri doesn't act by tomorrow afternoon, I'll go find Kasumigaoka Utaha."

"Don't care what she's afraid of."

"However, still need to pay attention to her emotions..."

"Time backtracking, save where you can..."

Kitakami Yoru stepped onto the stairs and walked slowly upstairs.

Along the way, Kitakami Yoru didn't know that after he walked away, he would trigger intense discussions.

Especially quite a few girls, who were excitedly like fan girls chasing stars.

"Hey, look, that's the disgusting dead fat otaku, he looks so good~"

"He looks even better in person than in photos, really so handsome, who could have thought he could look this good after losing weight?"

"It's a pity he has a girlfriend, that's the one named Aoyama Nanami, right?"

"Hey, why are you girls just looking at his face? He's the thief who stole Kasumigaoka Utaha-senpai's stockings and panties."

"Ew, why are you so sour? So what if he stole them..."

"No way, didn't you say before that the most disgusting thing was this kind of person, you were scared to death, cursed him behind his back, and despised him countless times..."

"When did I? Forget it... doesn't matter..."

Because of Eriri, morning reading class was about to start, and Kitakami Yoru arrived at the classroom.

Habitually, entered from the back door.

Put away his school bag and sat down quietly.

Someone saw him first, one infected another, and finally all the students were secretly sizing up Kitakami Yoru.

Kitakami Yoru, who was used to it, had no reaction, sat by himself, and waited for class.

"Haha, it's this, Ebina, look..."

Tobe Kakeru of the popular group smiled and raised his head, holding his phone, wanting to share what she was interested in with Ebina Hina, whom he had a crush on.

Ebina Hina shook her head apologetically, waved her little hand, and directly refused Tobe Kakeru's approach.

Immediately, turned her head and sized up Kitakami Yoru not far away, her eyes shining brightly.

An expression of being super interested was written directly on her face, undisguised.

"Kitakami-san is really handsome, feels a little bit more handsome than Hayama-san..."

Ebina Hina said suddenly, her voice not masked, and directed at Kitakami Yoru.

After the words fell, Tobe Kakeru's body froze directly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he glanced at Kitakami Yoru with dissatisfaction.

"Ah haha..."

Hayama Hayato smiled awkwardly.

Miura Yumiko felt somewhat uncomfortable hearing it, but she also thought so.

"Hello, Kitakami-san, morning."

Ebina Hina patted Kitakami Yoru's shoulder in front of the students in the classroom and greeted him.

"Ha, good morning..."

It wasn't the first time Kitakami Yoru had spoken to Ebina Hina; the feeling she gave him was okay, so he squeezed out a smile.

Ebina Hina was stunned for a second, then responded with a smile: "Kitakami-san, you lost so much weight over the summer vacation... how did you lose it?"

"I was very fat when I was fat, can't I lose weight quickly when I lose it?"

Kitakami Yoru asked back.

"Mm... what you said is also true."

Ebina Hina smiled and tilted her head slightly, using the corner of her eye to pay attention to Tobe Kakeru's expression.

Since school started these few days, she felt Tobe Kakeru was a bit enthusiastic toward her, a feeling she couldn't describe.