Chapter 226

A fake simulated confession made her heart so chaotic!

Yuigahama Yui washed her face with clear water, which couldn't alleviate her restless and complex inner feelings at all.

Her emotions were quite strange.

After splashing her face a few times, Yuigahama Yui slipped into the restroom without saying a word.

"Should I call this my little bit of luck?"

Kitakami Yoru wiped the water droplets off his face.

The lucky lecher constitution from anime?

Returning to the Service Club, he cleaned up again and inflated more balloons.

With five people acting, the speed was very fast.

Everything was done in a few minutes, and they returned to the teaching building in batches.

Kitakami Yoru didn't want people to see him walking back to the classroom with three cute and beautiful girls.

He bought a bottle of black coffee before going back.

Passing by Eriri's seat, he slowed down slightly and looked inside.

Eriri was lying on the desk and didn't notice.

The bell for class rang at the same time, and Kitakami Yoru returned to his seat.

It was math class.

Kitakami Yoru listened carefully and could basically understand everything.

For the parts he couldn't understand, no one else in the class could either.

The last class was the lively physical education class.

On an autumn afternoon, the sun wasn't as fierce as in summer.

In a while, he would need to wear a jacket when going out at night.

He took his schoolbag down in advance and changed into sports shoes; today was a physical fitness test.

Shuchiin had a super huge track, with two standard soccer fields spliced in the middle.

Physical fitness tests were generally conducted here.

With a few minutes left before class, Kitakami Yoru stood to the side silently, watching everyone chatting and waiting for class.

Fortunately, physical education classes were often held with several classes together.

He didn't look out of place like this.

A few minutes later.

The PE teacher blew the whistle to gather; he was a short-haired man in his late twenties.

"Today we are conducting a 100-meter sprint physical fitness test."

The PE teacher said while gathering the team.

"Count off!"

"Attention!"

"Spread out, lie down on the spot, ten push-ups to warm up!"

Kitakami Yoru's class warmed up on the field near the track.

Every class's physical education curriculum was different.

After warming up for ten minutes or so, the other classes dispersed to do their own activities.

Only then did Kitakami Yoru's class start lining up for the running test.

Kaguya Shinomiya asked Hayasaka Ai softly from a few meters away.

"Hayasaka, have you finished the things I asked you to do?"

Thanks to her usual coldness, no blind girls or boys dared to gather around Kaguya Shinomiya; those people didn't dare to approach.

"Finished, one million yen and got his father a promotion and a raise."

Hayasaka Ai's gaze, along with Kaguya Shinomiya's, looked at the slightly aloof Kitakami Yoru in the distance.

Truly, it shocked Hayasaka Ai for ten thousand years!

The real culprit wasn't Kitakami Yoru!

According to the information she found, Kitakami Yoru was an incorrigible perverted foot-fetish fat otaku, so doing this was very reasonable.

"That's enough."

Kaguya Shinomiya's cold eyes contained no emotion.

Of course, she still hated Kitakami Yoru and could never forgive him.

How dare he say she was useless?

"Kaguya-sama, I'll go first."

Hayasaka Ai stood up and left to avoid exposing any clues.

Returning to the gyaru group in her class, Hayasaka Ai put on a different face and naturally joined the conversation.

The gyarus shifted the topic to Hayasaka Ai.

"Hayasaka, Hayasaka, didn't you confess to Kitakami Yoru once before?"

"Why don't you try again?"

"Yeah, yeah, if I had known he would become so handsome, I would have gone. I regret it to death."

"Haha, you guys like handsome guys, don't drag me into it."

"I have no interest in him or dating."

Hayasaka Ai didn't want to contact Kitakami Yoru and used the excuse she usually used to reject boys.

"Eh, Hayasaka, can't you forget the boy who hurt you in middle school?"

"What a lovesick seed..."

"It's a pity for Hayasaka, she's so cute."

The gyarus sighed one after another and stood up.

"A little bit, I haven't forgotten it all."

Hayasaka Ai stood up in coordination, showing a hurt expression.

On the surface, it was like this, but deep down, she felt no emotion, like a pool of stagnant water.

She indeed couldn't forget, after all, she made it up.

The gyaru group Hayasaka Ai was in walked toward Kitakami Yoru.

They weren't the first to crowd over.

With someone taking the lead, Kitakami Yoru was already surrounded by several girls.

"Hey, Kitakami-san, can I have your contact information?"

"How about LINE? A phone number is also totally fine."

"Tomorrow is the weekend, want to go shopping in Shibuya together?"

"How about Harajuku? Harajuku, how about it?"

Several girls surrounded Kitakami Yoru, issuing dating invitations one after another.

In Japan, the sex industry is also a major economic pillar!

The social atmosphere is open.

It's not just Shinjuku's Kabukicho; all of Japan, except for rural areas, is not lacking in soapland shops.

Young ladies dress up brightly and stand in small alleys to solicit customers.

"Sorry, I have someone I like."

Kitakami Yoru waved his hands repeatedly, refusing.

But it didn't seem to have much effect; instead, the girls from several classes taking PE class crowded around more and more.

Five or six people from one class, and twenty or so from several classes.

In an instant, Kitakami Yoru was surrounded by a group of cute female classmates whose looks were basically online.

There were no ugly ones, because people have self-awareness.

Not far outside.

Many boys looked over with envious eyes, their gazes ready to burst out.

A small number of girls who were shy or had boyfriends.

Gathered together and discussed this handsome guy who had suddenly lost weight.

The heat didn't diminish at all!

"Kitakami-san..."

Kato Megumi, who had similar feelings to those boys, frowned slightly.

She wasn't jealous that Kitakami Yoru was handsome.

She was dissatisfied that her friend was surrounded by a group of girls, snatching away what felt like it belonged to her.

Didn't they see Kitakami Yoru was impatient and didn't like it?

"Can't you guys move aside and let me through?"

"Hmph!"

The more Kato Megumi looked, the more dissatisfied she became, puffing out her cheeks and humming lightly.

At noon, she invited Kitakami Yoru to have lunch together, but it failed!

"The time Kitakami-san can spend with me is getting less and less..."

Kato Megumi couldn't help but fearfully think.

If they didn't date or communicate for a long time.

Feelings would fade... from very good, close friends to nodding acquaintances...

It wouldn't be strange at all.

Kitakami Yoru becoming popular and dealing with different things meant he would sooner or later drift further and further away from her.

"I only have Kitakami-san as a friend..."

"If he loses one, he probably won't lose much..."

Kato Megumi thought worriedly.

"Tch, what's so good to look at, heh~"

Suddenly, a sneer from behind caught the girl's attention.

Turning her head, it was an ordinary otaku with thick bangs and black-rimmed glasses.

13: Yui, do you like Kitakami-san?

Kato Megumi maintained her head-turning posture and looked up and down at Aki Tomoya.

Annoying!

That was her first reaction.

Kato Megumi rarely had friends, her personality was quite flat and casual, and she rarely disliked others.

Aki Tomoya was one.

Remembering before, when the other party was making a scene, bumping into her rudely, and even stepping on her foot.

The indifferent girl stood up silently and sat further away.

Her gaze, however, didn't leave Aki Tomoya.

Because she found that Aki Tomoya was looking in Kitakami Yoru's direction, his lips moving constantly; he definitely wasn't saying anything good.

"Aki-san is still bad-mouthing Kitakami-kun behind his back, this person..."

Kato Megumi disliked Aki Tomoya even more.

"However, Kitakami-kun is super popular now..."

"Next group, get ready."

The PE teacher shouted from afar.

"I'm going to start the test, please let me out."

Kitakami Yoru waved his hands and squeezed out of the crowd, standing on the track.

What on earth was going on?

Surrounding him, asking for contact information; every day there were notes and love letters in his shoe locker and desk.

Suddenly becoming so popular with girls, Kitakami Yoru wasn't used to it at all.

"Warm up and twist your feet first, ten-second countdown."

The PE committee member beside him reminded.

Kitakami Yoru looked at the finish line, then at the classmates in his group.

A total of eight people were running together in a group.

Beside him, it happened to be Tobe Sho and Hayama Hayato.

"Enemies on a narrow road..."

Kitakami Yoru had never forgotten that Tobe Sho had targeted him twice for no reason before.

"Ten... nine... eight..."

The countdown started from the side; Kitakami Yoru withdrew his mind and gradually tensed up.

Those girls who had surrounded him stood at the very edge of the track, in a long row.

Basically, they were all cheering for Kitakami Yoru, and discussing his looks, how handsome and cool he was.

Kitakami Yoru felt scared hearing it himself and felt annoyed.

Let alone the others beside him.

For example, Hayama Hayato; he was a relatively well-known handsome guy at Shuchiin, but he had never enjoyed such treatment.

He was still okay, but Tobe Sho was the most uncomfortable, his face turning green.

Out of the corner of his eye, he secretly observed Ebina Hina not far away, who was actually cheering for Kitakami Yoru.

"Damn it, this Kitakami Yoru..."

With three seconds left in the countdown, Tobe Sho glanced at Kitakami Yoru unhappily.

"Three... two... one..."

The countdown ended!

Kitakami Yoru had long been holding his breath.

The moment the words fell, his body's instinct reacted, and he rushed out quickly!

The people beside him also followed immediately, the reaction time between them not exceeding one second.

This was a physical fitness test, not a physical education exam, but it still required giving it his all!

Kitakami Yoru wasn't good at sprinting and had never practiced it.

His lung capacity was also gradually practiced while losing weight.

In the first few seconds of starting, everyone was basically on the same level.

Thirty or forty meters out, the gap gradually widened!

Kitakami Yoru was originally in first place; the wind resistance of the fast sprint blew so hard he could barely open his eyes.

The side of the track was full of screams for him.

The next second.

Hayama Hayato slightly overtook Kitakami Yoru, reaching first place, heading straight for the finish line.

Countless sighs and sounds of regret came out.

Several figures flashed by one after another.

Kitakami Yoru ran in second place; the large group of girls on the field expressed regret and surrounded him again.

Something was wrong!

Shouldn't they be screaming and cheering for Hayama, who ran in first place?

"Phew, phew..."

Hayama Hayato held his knees, bending over and panting.

He was almost there; his first place was about to be handed over by more than half a body length.

"I'm a striker, a shadow striker who needs high-speed insertion for scoring opportunities..."

"How did he, a fat otaku who just lost weight, run so fast?"

Panting heavily, Hayama Hayato looked back at Kitakami Yoru in shock.

If Kitakami Yoru had practiced soccer since he was a child, he might be the next Gareth Bale, Owen, Mbappé...