Chapter 219
"What is Tomoya doing right now?"
Eriri's gaze gradually looked into the distance.
At this moment, Aki Tomoya happened to be thinking of her.
The reason was that several classmates from the Xiuzhiyuan Sect were discussing Kitakami Yoru.
"It's been debunked, Kitakami Yoru admitted it himself; he's not dating Aoyama Nanami, they just have a relatively good relationship."
"Who did you hear that from?"
"Someone from their class said it personally?"
"It can't be fake, right? He's saying that on purpose, but actually wants to be a normie while maintaining ambiguous relationships with several girls, so he's not saying it?"
"Pfft, those girls, they used to think he was disgusting, but now they think he's handsome..."
"If I were as handsome as him... no... even half as handsome, I'd pursue top-tier beautiful girls like Yukinoshita Yukino, Sawamura Eriri, Shijo Tsubame, and Kasumigaoka Utaha!"
"Don't say that, I think it's possible. Damn, that guy is too handsome..."
Aki Tomoya was behind them all by himself, pushing up his glasses.
Using a voice only he could hear, he muttered secretly: "I don't know about others..."
"Anyway, Eriri and Senior Utaha won't have a change of heart..."
With a smug look on his face, Aki Tomoya felt quite good, enjoying this pleasure.
The car stopped slowly.
Saying thank you to the driver, Kitakami Yoru carried his school bag and walked into the Xiuzhiyuan Sect.
First floor.
Shoe lockers.
Opening the locker, a few slips of paper drifted down slowly.
Kitakami Yoru's first reaction was that someone had come to curse him.
But after checking carefully, they were actually LINE IDs?
LINE is the most popular social communication software in Japan, bar none.
"Could it be that girls gave them to me?"
After a long silence, this guess popped into Kitakami Yoru's mind.
After he successfully lost weight.
Ever since he slimmed down...
Unknown girls would stuff contact information into his shoe locker.
Kitakami Yoru was slightly shocked, but had no intention of adding them; he crumpled the slips of paper into a ball and stuffed them into his pocket as trash.
It was kind of funny, wasn't it?
After changing his shoes, Kitakami Yoru turned around and accidentally almost bumped into a female classmate.
According to Kitakami Yoru's personality, he would definitely apologize proactively.
"Sorry, I didn't notice you. Did I scare you?"
Showing a faint smile, Kitakami Yoru made his voice as gentle as possible.
That female classmate was with a companion.
When he apologized to the girl, her companion was also stunned.
After Kitakami Yoru walked far away, suppressed screams erupted from the shoe locker area.
What if Kitakami Yoru clarified later that he wasn't a thief?
Some girls who were a bit hesitant because of this matter would probably go crazy and cling to him.
Morning reading class.
Hiratsuka Shizuka came by and announced something.
This weekend, September 9th, is Respect for the Aged Day in Japan.
Each grade and each class will select five students, plus the Student Council, to go to various nursing homes in Tokyo to be volunteers for a day.
Being a volunteer has benefits: it adds to your regular grade points.
Everyone is welcome to sign up enthusiastically.
Voluntary is best; if not voluntary, it depends on luck—random selection.
"Don't I occasionally have lucky things happen?"
"Was I selected?"
Kitakami Yoru had just gotten Kasumigaoka Utaha's phone number from Fujiwara Chika.
He looked up, and the computer randomly selected him.
23: The Truth Comes to Light
Hiratsuka Shizuka used the computer to randomly select five students; Kitakami Yoru was plagued by bad luck and was one of them.
Could it be that going to a nursing home would lead to a romantic encounter?
After giving some instructions on matters to note, Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't stay long.
But it seemed that when she left, she looked at Kitakami Yoru twice more.
"A rare weekend..."
Kitakami Yoru sighed slightly, but there was no way not to go, unless he faked an illness.
The matter of going to the nursing home to help the elderly set off a discussion in the classroom.
Not long after, class ended.
Kitakami Yoru took his phone immediately, walked downstairs quickly, and dialed Kasumigaoka Utaha's phone number.
After morning reading class ended, not many students were willing to come out for activities.
Kitakami Yoru wasn't worried about others hearing him either.
Third-year classroom building.
Kasumigaoka Utaha, the high-and-mighty flower who usually liked to sleep in class and got full marks on every exam, was just like usual.
Lying on her desk, her forehead resting in her arms, sleeping.
"Utaha... Utaha..."
Shijo Tsubame, who sat in front of Kasumigaoka Utaha, heard the phone ringing and turned back to call her twice.
Kasumigaoka Utaha was sleeping very soundly and didn't hear it.
She then used force and pinched Kasumigaoka Utaha's arm.
"Hmm? Is... is something the matter?"
Kasumigaoka Utaha muttered and raised her head.
Her own schedule was relatively inverted, and she was used to making up sleep during the day.
The stalker who had been quiet for a whole summer vacation had recently popped up again, greatly affecting Kasumigaoka Utaha's normal life.
She swore that if she found that stalker, she would have to beat the other party to death!
"Your phone has been ringing the whole time..."
Shijo Tsubame reminded her.
"Is that so? Yeah..."
Kasumigaoka Utaha then noticed and took her phone out of her bag.
She unlocked it and looked at the incoming number.
"Who is this?"
Kasumigaoka Utaha perked up slightly and answered hesitantly.
"Kasumigaoka Utaha?"
Kitakami Yoru, on the other end of the phone, bought a bottle of juice at the vending machine.
"You? Who are you?"
The beautiful girl who had just woken up perked up immediately and looked at the incoming number seriously again.
She could be very certain that she didn't know the owner of this number.
The other party's voice was quite nice, and she had no impression of it at all.
"I'm Kitakami Yoru, are you free?"
"Change to a place where no one is around, I have something to tell you!" ===== CHAPTER 220 =====
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