Chapter 21

"Eh?"

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

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

Isn't that a bit too much of a coincidence?

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

It seemed that she was indeed not in a good mood, as if she had lost something she loved.

"Alright, alright~" Her companion had long 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 all 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 a disgusted expression.

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

In a relatively remote place on the Xiuzhiyuan campus, Kitakami Yoru circled around for half a lap and returned downstairs to the teaching building.

Upstairs, upstairs, upstairs.

The bitter black coffee in his hand had already been half-consumed.

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

The top floor was the seventh-floor rooftop.

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

Kitakami Yoru took a sip of coffee and saw that the lock on the rooftop door was a bit old; it seemed it could be pulled open with force, which made him feel a little lucky.

And so, using his fleshy big hands, he pulled it hard a few times and it opened.

"Let's blow some wind before going down."

Kitakami Yoru opened the door, walked onto the rooftop, and gently pulled the door shut.

"Hu~"

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

The top floor 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; it wasn't very clean.

There was also a very old-looking double chair facing the Xiuzhiyuan clock tower.

Walking up, Kitakami Yoru saw that the double bench felt a bit rickety; he estimated that if he sat on it with his weight, this double bench would collapse.

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

Kitakami Yoru looked at the big clock on the Xiuzhiyuan clock tower from afar, blowing the breeze and drinking the bitter, hard-to-swallow black coffee.

When the time was about right, he left.

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

When leaving, Kitakami Yoru muttered casually, hung the nominal lock properly, and returned to the classroom.

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

When Kitakami Yoru returned, he found that it was almost full.

He chose to enter from the less conspicuous back door.

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

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

Kitakami Yoru lowered his head and sat down at the nameplate where his seat was.

On his left hand side was the window, and on his right hand side 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 from the corner of his eye that Miura Yumiko was looking at his side.

"These girls..."

Kitakami Yoru hesitated for a moment and also turned his head.

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

Leaning her body, one hand holding her phone, the other hand boredly twirling her hair tips with her slender index finger, she was sizing him up.

Miura Yumiko saw Kitakami Yoru turn his head and stared at him intently for two glances.

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

"I didn't do it!" Kitakami Yoru replied in a low voice.

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

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

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

"Ha... you..."

The other party's reaction and answer were completely beyond Miura Yumiko's expectations, and it even gave her a fright; she didn't know how to answer.

Therefore, she was stunned for a while before answering: "Hmph, anyway, just don't bother me while sitting next to me."

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

He originally thought he would inevitably be scolded by this popular beautiful girl nicknamed "Queen of Fire" and be fiercely despised.

Compared to others, in their eyes, 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 whispered and discussed with their seatmates.

The originally unfamiliar classmate relationship was instantly pulled 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, Shijo Kaguya, damn culprit!"

A while later.

Hiratsuka Shizuka returned, and the class fell silent.

Hiratsuka Shizuka said some things that an advisor would routinely say, arranged class cadres, duty rosters, and other work.

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

(Arrived at the highest city in the world)

Auditorium.

"It's so beautiful, the auditorium~"

A freshman passed by Kitakami Yoru, looked at the grand 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 play performances, etc., would all be held here.

When observing the ceremony, everyone sat according to their class.

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

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

In short, 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 think wildly, I'll tear your eyes out." Miura Yumiko warned arrogantly with eyes that looked at trash.

Kitakami Yoru didn't look and didn't answer, quietly watching the principal's speech on the stage.

A top-tier private academy like Xiuzhiyuan doesn't go in for so much nonsense.

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

"Vice President Sigong 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.