Chapter 249

"By the way, let me post it and see whose art book this is."

A flash of inspiration, this thought that he had previously pushed to the back of his mind, surfaced again.

Thinking of it, he acted on it; Kitakami Yoru took photos of the high-end art book’s cover and a few pages inside that highlighted the artist’s style.

Editing the post, he uploaded it to the Yahoo forum.

Waiting for a fated person to discover it, or for the artist themselves to contact him.

After finishing, Kitakami Yoru, having lost interest, threw the art book back and lay on the bed.

"San-San?"

Recently, the nights were getting colder.

Kitakami Yoru pulled up a thin quilt to cover himself and called San-San’s name.

Outside, San-San, who was curled into a large black ball on the sofa, heard its master calling and immediately raised its head.

Its large amber eyes emitted a creepy glow in the dark night!

"San-San, come here."

Kitakami Yoru adjusted to a comfortable position.

"Sigh, in this weather, it’s cool at night; if only I could hold a fragrant, soft girl and sleep together."

"In a while, the weather will be even colder, and it will even snow."

San-San jumped off the sofa, ran all the way into the room, and stood at the door gazing at Kitakami Yoru.

"Come here, I’ll hold you while I sleep tonight."

Kitakami Yoru beckoned.

San-San must have understood, swaying as it walked to the bedside and jumped up easily.

"Meow."

With a light meow, it lay quietly beside Kitakami Yoru.

Kitakami Yoru smiled, reached out to pet San-San, and only stopped after he had his fill.

Looking at his phone again, he scrolled through short videos for an hour.

Feeling a bit sleepy, Kitakami Yoru got out of bed to turn off the light, leaving the bedside lamp on.

Burrowing into the quilt, he continued looking at his phone, not intending to sleep.

"Let me see, I still have to reply to her message."

Kitakami Yoru opened LINE and clicked into the chat box with Kitagawa Marin.

"She asked me if I like playing erotic games; she’s a girl, could it be that she likes playing them too?"

"No way, this hobby is too strange."

"I do like playing them, and I’m definitely not a corporate slave."

Typing out a fluent message, Kitakami Yoru replied and sent it.

On the other side.

Kitagawa Marin, who was wearing a facial mask, heard her phone ring, picked it up, and took a look.

"Alright, so..."

The movement on her face was too big, causing Kitagawa Marin’s mask to slide down, covering her lips and affecting her speech.

Simply, she tore off the mask she had been wearing for only a short while and typed rapidly.

"Please, may I ask what kind of work you do?"

"Every time it gets to the critical moment, you deliberately cut it off, are you trying to make me anxious?"

(｀⌒'メ)!!!

"I just happened to have something to do, I wasn't deliberately trying to make you angry..."

"I have no grudge against you..."

Kitakami Yoru smiled, just like two completely strange people, and replied to Kitagawa Marin.

Of course, he knew Kitagawa Marin, and he knew the person on the other side was her.

Kitagawa Marin definitely knew him too, but it was limited to having heard his name and seen him from afar.

She didn't know the person she was chatting with was him.

"Anyway, don't do this next time, angry!"

Kitagawa Marin’s fingers tapped and clicked on the 50-sound keyboard, deleting and modifying.

"There’s a next time?"

Kitakami Yoru replied with slight surprise.

Let’s just finish chatting, are we still going to keep chatting?

He had never thought about this, nor did he have any intention of communicating with Kitagawa Marin long-term.

"Why? Don't you like chatting with a beauty like me?"

Except for Kitakami Yoru disappearing at critical moments, Kitagawa Marin felt that chatting with Kitakami Yoru was quite comfortable.

And she felt a faint curiosity about this stranger she didn't know at all.

"I don't dislike it."

Kitakami Yoru replied.

"Then why can't my followers grow..."

Kitagawa Marin said, feeling troubled.

"Want to gain followers and make money?"

"I usually don't see fewer cosplay live stream videos."

Kitakami Yoru only had this explanation for Kitagawa Marin’s desire to gain followers.

"No, I want more people to see my cosplay; the desire to share is the main thing."

"Making money is secondary."

Kitagawa Marin replied decisively.

"Then good luck, start from the simple ones."

Kitakami Yoru’s eyelids began to twitch, and he couldn't help but yawn.

"For example? And how old are you?"

Kitagawa Marin wanted to hear the boy’s advice.

"Hmm... I should be a bit younger than you."

"The advice is that you can start cosplaying from simple character images; aren't you sewing your own clothes?"

Getting up to take a sip of cool water, Kitakami Yoru lay back on the bed, preparing to sleep.

"You’re actually younger than me? Do you know how old I am?"

Kitagawa Marin asked curiously.

"Aren't you a high school student?"

Kitakami Yoru followed up with a goodnight emoji.

Kitagawa Marin and he were both second-year students at Shuchiin, and the age difference wouldn't exceed one year.

But it just so happened to be a coincidence.

For example, in the same batch of people starting first grade of elementary school, some are five, some are six.

Kitakami Yoru happened to be in the five-year-old batch, and his birthday was in mid-December, making him the youngest month.

It is estimated that he is the youngest in the entire second year of Shuchiin High School.

Calculating by age.

Hmm...

He still needs to call the petite and cute Eriri "Onee-san~"

Next, after chatting with Kitagawa Marin for a few words, Kitakami Yoru turned off the light and went to sleep.

The next morning.

Kitakami Yoru was woken up by the noise coming from upstairs.

So when he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, his complexion wasn't very good.

"Who is it, making such a racket in the morning?"

Kitakami Yoru complained to the ceiling with a dark face.

Just as the complaint fell, noise sounded from upstairs again.