Chapter 233

Kitakami-kun is really popular.

But it's no wonder...

If I were twenty years younger, I would probably also fall for a handsome, easy-to-get-along-with boy like Kitakami-kun.

Of course, Yuigahama Kaho was just sighing about youth from the perspective of an elder.

"How could a young boy like an old lady like me?"

Yuigahama Kaho thought to herself, remembering a TV show about a younger boy falling in love.

The script written for it was too fake to happen in the real world...

"I... I..."

Yuigahama Yui opened her mouth, looking at her mother in front of her.

She had no idea what to say.

Could she say, Mom, I might have suddenly started liking Kitakami-san this noon and afternoon?

"And... Mom, what are you talking about, getting along?"

Yuigahama Yui began to grumble with dissatisfaction, thinking to herself:

"Why are you talking about Kitakami-san like he's a candidate for my young stepfather..."

"I'm overthinking it."

"Let's wait, today is Friday, there will be more people."

Yuigahama Kaho invited her daughter to sit down.

Inside the booth.

The atmosphere gradually cooled, and the three gals suggested going to sing karaoke to interact with each other.

The minority followed the majority; Hayasaka Ai failed and packed her schoolbag, glancing sideways at Kitakami Yoru.

"Could he be interested in me?"

"Is Hayasaka Ai frigid? Could it be..."

Kitakami Yoru was also secretly observing Hayasaka Ai's every move, and a flash of inspiration struck his mind.

His eyes widened slightly and lit up, thinking of a possibility.

Could Hayasaka Ai be into girls, and even like Shinomiya Kaguya!

Standing up, Kitakami Yoru followed behind Hayasaka Ai, feeling more and more that this was possible...

"Hayasaka-san, you don't seem very happy?"

Kitakami Yoru probed.

If that were really the case, the difficulty of opening Hayasaka Ai's treasure chest would be huge...

Interact, interact...

Sigh...

"It's okay, I'm not sad either..."

Hayasaka Ai looked back while walking, glancing over Kitakami Yoru's face, and the toes inside her small leather shoes gently curled against the soles.

This person in front of her who was impossibly handsome was a perverted foot fetishist.

Hayasaka Ai really couldn't understand why someone would like feet that walked around on the ground in shoes and socks.

Wasn't that the part of the body second only to that dirty place?

It seemed...

Kitakami Yoru liked that place too?

"Pervert..."

Hayasaka Ai turned her head, muttered to herself in her heart, and cold sweat broke out on her back.

Responding casually to her companions, Hayasaka Ai's eyes went blank, recalling a doujin she had accidentally seen when investigating Kitakami Yoru.

That doujin appeared in Kitakami Yoru's purchase history.

A rich young master with a disobedient, rebellious maid at home who liked to intentionally stay in bed in the morning, making the maid step on his face to wake him up, etc...

There were several KTVs near the commercial street.

The five of them chose one, a package with free drinks for an hour and a half.

In the small, highly private booth, five-colored ambient lights swayed.

"Very sweet."

Kitakami Yoru was eating watermelon from the free fruit platter.

"Hayasaka, don't just sit there without talking, pick up the mic and sing..."

The gal with blue nail polish complained to Hayasaka Ai.

Not going to play a card game or Ludo?

Hayasaka Ai acted as if she hadn't heard, adjusted the mic, and ordered a song.

"Kitakami-san, let's play a card game together?"

The gal invited Kitakami Yoru.

"Sorry, let's sing instead, I don't want to play that."

Kitakami Yoru looked at Hayasaka Ai and waved his hand in refusal.

The three gals weren't stupid; they could see that someone didn't want to pay attention to them at all and was focused on the most beautiful Hayasaka Ai.

The cheerful intro slowly played.

Hayasaka Ai took a deep breath, her eyes changed, and she slowly stood up.

"Hayasaka is going to sing..."

She turned to look at Hayasaka Ai.

The song was a cheerful and crisp pop song, leaning toward an entertainment girl group style.

Hayasaka Ai's voice was crisp and pleasant, her singing skills were on point, and the small booth was filled with her singing.

Kitakami Yoru could see that Hayasaka Ai was singing with great dedication and joy.

"Why does it feel a bit like she's venting inner frustration..."

Kitakami Yoru picked up another mic and added backing vocals from time to time.

A few minutes later...

The last line of lyrics came out of Hayasaka Ai's mouth, leaving a short piece of instrumental music; Hayasaka Ai slowly put down the microphone, exhaled, and opened her eyes.

"I feel much better, it's best to take a hot bath when I get back."

Hayasaka Ai, whose mood had improved quite a bit, sat down with a relaxed expression.

The screen jumped rapidly, giving a score of 93.

"You sing well, it sounded great."

Kitakami Yoru applauded.

"Thank you."

Hayasaka Ai glanced over and responded politely.

"My turn, Kitakami-san, join me."

A gal took the microphone from Hayasaka Ai's hand and looked at Kitakami Yoru.

An hour and a half, not long, passed quickly.

"The progress bar is worrying, Hayasaka Ai isn't suitable to be a friend either, she's hard to get along with..."

"Unless I can find a reason to interact with her long-term..."

Under the sunset, orange-red clouds dyed the horizon; Kitakami Yoru and the other four left the karaoke booth and walked toward the station.

Station entrance.

When Kitakami Yoru and Hayasaka Ai parted ways, he hesitated but still spoke: "That, Hayasaka-san, about this afternoon..."

"They were the ones who made you do it, right?"

"Yes, I don't like you."

Hayasaka Ai had no intention of hiding it.

"You're so heartless... didn't Eriri say I was charming..."

"I understand, I'll refuse next time."

Kitakami Yoru nodded gently. He still didn't ask.

They weren't close, so asking rashly wasn't appropriate.

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17: The novel feeling of the gal Kitagawa

After Kitakami Yoru parted ways with Hayasaka Ai and the others, he didn't linger outside.

It was already late.

He quickly took the train home to have a weekend reunion with his parents.

And by the way, celebrate his father's promotion due to Shinomiya Kaguya's compensation.

"Mom and Dad probably don't know yet that their sudden promotion was exchanged for their son being wronged."

"They're probably happy right now?"

The sunset had almost completely set; Kitakami Yoru thought this while standing at the door knocking.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

After a few knocks, his mother, Kitakami Megumi, immediately came to open the door to welcome Kitakami Yoru.

"My son is back, honey!"

With her husband promoted and getting a raise, the wife was also full of joy.

"Something came up, I was delayed, I didn't get back right away."

Kitakami Yoru squeezed out a smile.

As long as his parents were happy.

"Son is back?"

His father, Kitakami Toyoya, appeared at the door, looking radiant, full of energy, and incredibly happy.

"Coming back at this time is just right, wash your hands and get ready to eat."

Kitakami Megumi received the news at noon and had closed the flower shop early to come back and prepare dinner, so the family could celebrate.

"Congratulations, Dad." Kitakami Yoru smiled in cooperation.

"I'll give you a raise in your allowance and living expenses." Kitakami Toyoya waved his hand.

In the financial industry at his level, a promotion meant a salary increase of at least 30%!

Don't underestimate this 30%!

"Thanks, Dad." Kitakami Yoru pretended to be very happy.

The family enjoyed a sumptuous dinner together.

Early autumn in Tokyo didn't lose its vitality just because one needed to put on a coat to go out.

On the contrary, the Japanese people especially liked this kind of weather.

His parents were in high spirits and decided to drive out for a stroll; the family hadn't gone out to play in a long time.

Sitting in his mother Kitakami Megumi's comfortable Alphard, Kitakami Yoru sat in the back row by himself, playing with his phone.

Kitagawa Marin had replied to his message ten minutes ago.

And, she had sent him a private message, asking if they could add each other on LINE?

"She actually wants to add me?" Kitakami Yoru didn't think much of it, just a bit surprised.

His short video account hadn't posted anything, and even the avatar was the default.

"Why do you want to add me?" Kitakami Yoru typed back.

Kitagawa Marin happened to be watching a livestream of a cosplayer she liked; the message from Kitakami Yoru appeared in a pop-up window, and she clicked it directly.

"I want to ask you seriously, I want to hear both the truth and the lies." At this moment, the blonde gal girl was soaking in the bathtub.

Alone at home, she was from a single-parent family; her father often worked away, so she also lived alone.

"Alright then, add me." Kitakami Yoru sent his LINE contact info.

Adding two blonde gals in one day, is this for real?

Is this too lucky?

"Looking so beautiful, she must be incredibly popular..."

Kitakami Yoru clicked on Kitagawa Marin's homepage, casually clicked on a work image, and started flipping through it.

Good-looking...

It gave people the feeling of a youthful, energetic girl.

Usually at Shuchiin, she must have had no shortage of boys liking her and trying to pick her up, right?

A while later, Kitakami Yoru received Kitagawa Marin's friend request.

He added a note for the other party but didn't reveal his own identity.

No need; Kitakami Yoru wasn't someone who couldn't walk when he saw a beautiful girl.

He also didn't intend to have deep communication.

"Nice to meet you, hello, smiling bean emoji..." Kitagawa Marin probably didn't intend to make friends with Kitakami Yoru either, as she didn't introduce herself.

"The truth is, the cosplay is really bad, what are those clothes and styling, it's basically a pile of crap, completely unacceptable."

The Alphard slowly stopped at a red light at a crosswalk; Kitakami Yoru looked up at the front and typed a string of merciless criticism at the same time.

After hesitating for a tiny bit, Kitakami Yoru chose to send it.

Anyway, what Kitagawa Marin thought didn't matter to him.

It's not like they could exchange a few messages, get inexplicably familiar, chat every day, and then meet up after an online romance, right?

"But, there are redeeming qualities, the person is very good-looking, very beautiful..."

Kitakami Yoru quickly added a paragraph of text and sent it.

"Really... depressing... this hurts my heart so much..."

Kitagawa Marin stood up from the bathtub, her perfect, indescribable body exposed to the air.

A delicate, fair foot with black nail polish stepped out of the bathtub.

Kitagawa Marin frowned slightly, staring at the message Kitakami Yoru sent, her face a bit unhappy.

Stepping out, Kitagawa Marin didn't reply to the message for the time being and grabbed a towel to wipe her body.

Putting on a loose pink one-piece pajama, she typed a reply while walking out of the shower room.

"Thank you... you're really direct!"

Kitagawa Marin's unhappy expression had long since disappeared; instead, she showed a shallow, toothy smile.

Because Kitakami Yoru's sincerity had moved her!

Previously, because of her outstanding looks, Kitagawa Marin had no shortage of people sending her private messages.

Asking those people the same questions as Kitakami Yoru.

The result...

They all used polite phrases with her, tried to please her, and pretended to be familiar to try to ask her out...

She had met many people like that; Kitakami Yoru gave Kitagawa Marin a novel feeling.

"Who is the person on the other side?"

Kitagawa Marin walked to the refrigerator, took out an ice-cold facial mask, and sat on the living room sofa.

Kitakami Yoru's homepage, including his LINE homepage, was clean, like a burner account!

"You said you wanted to hear it yourself, there are no redeeming qualities."

Kitakami Yoru replied.

"Then can you give me some advice?"

"For example, what should I do?"

"Also, you're a boy, right?"

Kitagawa Marin guessed.

"What should you do? Isn't cosplay just about getting the clothes and styling right?"

"No advice, I am a boy."

The bored Kitakami Yoru chatted with Kitagawa Marin for more than half an hour at night.

"Buying cosplay clothes isn't as meaningful as making them by hand, and they aren't absolutely fitting..."

Kitagawa Marin had a mask on her face and was lying in bed.

"I'm not talking anymore, I have something to do."

Kitakami Yoru was called to get out of the car by his parents and decisively ended the chat.