Chapter 223

"It's the Service Club."

Yukinoshita Yukino replied indifferently and glanced at Kitakami Yoru.

Strange, was Kitakami Yoru actually that close to Fujiwara Chika?

When did they meet?

"Yeah, that's it."

Kitakami Yoru echoed.

"Sorry, I remembered wrong, because your club is just too small, haha..."

Fujiwara Chika smiled embarrassedly, her gaze secretly freezing, scanning the two in front of her frantically.

How come Kitakami-san and Yukinoshita-san are so close?

When did they meet? Why didn't I know?

"Small to the point where we can't apply for activity funds..."

Kitakami Yoru complained, looking at Fujiwara Chika in front of him.

Speaking of which, the student council is in charge of club activity funds.

Could he ask Fujiwara Chika to open a back door for him...

Pfft...

No, that's not right; could he go through Fujiwara Chika's back door?

No, no, no...

That's not it either, it's...

"Forget it, forget it, don't think about it..."

Kitakami Yoru thought about the back door and quickly stopped his wild thoughts.

"Then goodbye, I'm going to find Moeha."

Fujiwara Chika waved with a smile, acting just like a normal person.

After separating by a short distance.

The cute girl with pink hair stopped, turned around, and the emotions in her eyes were a bit complex.

"Kasumigaoka-senpai was right, I really have fallen for Kitakami-san..."

"What a strange feeling, why does my heart feel sour?"

Touching her full chest, Fujiwara Chika felt a bit uncomfortable in her heart; usually, she was all giggles.

She was completely different from now.

"Should I take the initiative?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's warning surfaced in her mind.

"I remember Kitakami-san's address is at..."

Fujiwara Chika struggled and counted on her fingers.

"It seems you and Student Council Secretary Fujiwara are very close..."

Yukinoshita Yukino trailed half a step behind Kitakami Yoru and spoke slowly.

"It's alright; I wasn't feeling well before, and Fujiwara-san took me to the hospital, so we met..."

"She has helped me many times."

Kitakami Yoru thought about Fujiwara Chika's kindness.

"The daughter of a Prime Minister's family..."

What Yukinoshita Yukino was thinking about was another matter.

If she had a friend as close as Fujiwara Chika, would she just need to ask, and the problems at home could be easily solved?

The Yukinoshita family was like a town-level power, while Fujiwara Chika's family's influence was in the heavens.

Kitakami Yoru didn't know what Yukinoshita Yukino was thinking and carried the things back into the Service Club.

Yuigahama Yui was working excitedly alone; the long table had been moved to the window to leave as much space as possible.

Messy desks and chairs were lined up, stacked neatly, and the floor was swept clean.

"Almost there, phew... so tired."

Yuigahama Yui wiped the fragrant sweat from her forehead.

"First, pull up the curtain to block the environment inside the classroom, cut out a space, and leave the rest for tomorrow noon when the roses arrive."

Yukinoshita Yukino arranged.

Kitakami Yoru had already taken several huge white curtains out of the bag, tied them at the four corners with ropes, and pulled them open.

Blocking three sides, leaving a space at the entrance.

Otherwise, the slightly dilapidated Service Club classroom environment would be too distracting.

The three worked together to pull the curtains open and taut, using scissors to trim the excess edges.

Kitakami Yoru pulled the Service Club door at the entrance.

Suddenly, the light inside dimmed in an instant.

The warm light of the sunset shone through the white curtain by the window, slightly immersing inside.

Creating the aesthetic of a sunset at dusk.

Which girl could refuse a beautiful sunset?

The scene received unanimous praise from Yuigahama Yui and Yukinoshita Yukino.

It was about five o'clock.

After discussing the subsequent layout plan and sequence, the three left Shuchiin.

They didn't go back but instead sat down at the Angel Cafe.

At this hour, the main consumer group, Shuchiin students, had basically all gone back.

Inside the shop, about four-fifths of the seats were empty.

Kitakami Yoru chose a private booth and sat opposite the two beautiful girls.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Yuigahama."

Yukinoshita Yukino stood up politely and greeted Yuigahama Kaho with a hint of restraint in her tone.

"You must be Yukinoshita-san; I've heard my Yui mention you a few times."

"Hello, hello."

Yuigahama Kaho smiled gently and looked at Kitakami Yoru, nodding with a light laugh.

After sitting for about twenty minutes and finishing their drinks and desserts, Yuigahama Yui stayed in the shop.

After saying goodbye to Kitakami Yoru and Yukinoshita Yukino, Yuigahama Kaho stood behind her daughter without a sound.

"Ah... Mom... you scared me."

Yuigahama Yui patted her chest, which was a bit less developed.

But among her peers, it was already above average.

"Hehe... Kitakami-kun is really handsome..."

"Does Yui have any thoughts?"

There was no one left in the shop, and they were preparing to close at six, so Yuigahama Kaho had long been free.

"No..."

"Kitakami-san is handsome, but I don't like him."

Yuigahama Yui touched her hair bun speechlessly.

She really didn't like him...

It hadn't reached the level of liking, though there was still some good feeling.

"Mom thought you liked Kitakami-kun and wanted to encourage you."

"Doesn't matter."

Seeing her daughter's reaction, which didn't look shy or embarrassed, Yuigahama Kaho believed her.

"Mom..."

Yuigahama Yui stomped her foot lightly.

Whether I like Kitakami-san or not, what does it have to do with you...

Adults should interfere less in children's affairs, especially romance.

"Hee..."

The young lady with a mature flair made a "V" sign, stuck out her tongue, and smiled at her daughter.

Back home.

Kitakami Yoru followed his usual routine: cooking, bathing, and reviewing.

In the dead of night, he cuddled with San San and leaned on the bed, scrolling through his phone.

On the bedside table lay Eriri's high-end art book, opened.

The content inside was various doujinshi.

Bored, Kitakami Yoru took the time to look for the owner of this nameless art book.

But in Japan, the birthplace of ACG culture, there were countless such things.

After flipping through it for ten minutes, Kitakami Yoru lost interest and switched to short videos.

Big data pushed cosplayers and female streamers to him again.

"Huh, isn't this..."

"That Kitagawa Marin?"

Kitakami Yoru swiped to his Shuchiin classmate and didn't recognize her at first.

She was very beautiful, a blonde, fair-skinned, enthusiastic, and cheerful gyaru, similar to yet different from Miura Yumiko.

She was wearing a low-quality cosplay outfit with a distorted shape, ill-fitting size, and extremely poor tailoring; Kitakami Yoru didn't recognize the character.

The number of followers was pitifully small, only about a hundred.

Clicking on her works, she had posted thirty or forty videos, with very few likes and comments.

Half of them were cosplay, half were food, and a small portion were night scenery.

The latest video had been posted for over ten hours, and there wasn't a single comment.

The tags were asking for likes, follows, and encouragement.

After seeing it, Kitakami Yoru clicked in and opened the comment section.

"Meow meow..."

San San meowed lightly, sweeping her tail against Kitakami Yoru's chin.

"My San San..."

Kitakami Yoru smiled dotingly at San San, typing with one hand while gently scratching San San's chin with the other.

He typed a comment: "Keep it up, you'll be popular, but who is this you're cosplaying???"

After sending it, Kitakami Yoru double-tapped to leave a little red heart and swiped to the next video.

Ten-thirty.

He turned off the lights to sleep on time, just before drifting off into a hazy sleep.

Kitakami Yoru suddenly remembered, why didn't he post on a forum and ask the heroes there who the artist of the art book was?

"Forget it, I'll do it when I have time."

The sleepiness and laziness of being about to fall asleep overcame this trivial matter, and Kitakami Yoru chose to sleep.

Cuddling San San in his arms.

Tokyo does snow; it happens every winter.

On an autumn night, the gentle quilt was like black magic cast by a witch.

The next day.

The weather was clear.

Kitakami Yoru's biological clock was sluggish due to the weather and temperature, starting five minutes late.

"Don't really want to get up."

Muttering this, Kitakami Yoru's movements weren't slow.

Lifting the quilt, San San was lying at the corner of the bed as usual, sleeping quietly.

"Ha..."

Yawning, Kitakami Yoru walked out of the bedroom to brush his teeth and wash up.

He made breakfast and lunch.

He went to school with Gabriel.

Walking into the classroom from the back door, he saw Yuigahama Yui and Ebina Hina sitting in his seat, chatting with the popular group.

As soon as Kitakami Yoru entered, Yuigahama Yui quickly stood up and moved aside.

"Good morning."

After greeting, Kitakami Yoru sat down.

"Good morning, Kitakami-san, is it okay if I sit here?"

Ebina Hina had been sitting on the desk.

"Suit yourself."

Putting away his schoolbag, Kitakami Yoru took out his phone and started scrolling out of boredom.

To his surprise, Kitagawa Marin had replied to him yesterday with a bitter smile emoji, adding: "Arigato, but I'm cosplaying Lumine from Genshin Impact; is it really that bad?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

After Kitakami Yoru typed his reply, he looked up.

He saw Ebina Hina curiously stretching her head out, looking like a pig's snout.

"Is something the matter?"

Kitakami Yoru smiled as usual.

Ebina Hina originally had something to say, but seeing the peerless handsome boy smiling at her, she was suddenly at a loss!

Tobe Sho's eyes were vicious, and he secretly clenched his fists.

The bell for morning study rang.

After three consecutive classes, lunch break arrived.

Kato Megumi was full of anticipation, even getting up early in the morning to make a sumptuous lunch, with the goal of enjoying the rare alone time with Kitakami Yoru.

"No... can't go..."

Her fair little hands were trembling, Kato Megumi's face turned slightly pale, and her expression was troubled and unhappy.

Kitakami Yoru apologized and then rejected the message because he had something to do at the club.

"Kitakami-san..."

Kato Megumi felt more and more uncomfortable in her heart; she really wanted Kitakami Yoru to belong only to her.

"Sigh..."

"There's nothing to be done if Kitakami-san is busy."

Having failed to make an appointment with her only friend, the lonely Kato Megumi sighed softly.

At the same time.

Kitakami Yoru was holding his lunch rice ball, eating while leaving Shuchiin.

His mother, Kitakami Hui, needed to stay at the flower shop, so she arranged for a delivery person to drive the roses over.

Shuchiin was very large, with a kindergarten division, elementary division, middle school division...

They were all Shuchiin.

This place didn't belong to the flower shop's usual delivery range because it was too far.

Kitakami Yoru needed to go out to lead the way.

In the middle of the commercial street, he saw the flower shop employee's small van parked on the side of the road.

"Hello, I'm Kitakami Yoru."

After greeting, Kitakami Yoru opened the trunk and nodded with satisfaction as he checked the goods.

By the way, he picked up a large bouquet and took a deep sniff.

The van only had two seats, and the passenger seat was also piled full of roses.

Pointing to the entrance of Shuchiin, Kitakami Yoru had no choice but to carry the roses and walk back.

Passing by the Angel Cafe.

"Oh, Kitakami-kun, why are you carrying such a large bouquet of roses?"

Yuigahama Yui bent over, her mature, juicy, and full figure not able to be hidden by the loose waitress skirt.

Seeing Kitakami Yoru carrying a large bouquet of roses at this time, she couldn't help but ask.

"It's for a club activity; it has nothing to do with Yuigahama-san."