Chapter 25

Living alone in a high-rise apartment tower, the house was too big, and sometimes she felt strange living alone.

23: Graffiti and bullying

The first day of official school.

In the shower room, after Kitakami Yoru finished exercising, he wiped the water droplets off his body in front of the mirror.

Looking at his fat self in the mirror, thinking of Sigong Kaguya intervening and requiring him to enter the top thirty in total grades this school year, he felt indignant.

The so-called student council has the power to manage all affairs in the academy, and Vice President Sigong Kaguya is just like this.

She is just helping Kasumigaoka Utaha do evil.

Kitakami Yoru thought, not knowing that Shinomiya Kaguya helping Kasumigaoka Utaha was half the duty of the student council and half because of her worry as the young lady of the Shinomiya family.

But, they are all equally hateful!

After getting dressed, Kitakami Yoru packed his lunch.

300 grams of fixed rice, plenty of vegetables, and clean meat, packed into his school bag.

Stroked San-san, who hadn't had time to get up in the morning, and pushed the door out.

"Morning, Gabriel."

Kitakami Yoru greeted Gabriel, who was blowing the wind in the corridor.

"Morning, I was a little excited last night and couldn't sleep." Gabriel responded very elegantly and properly.

Carrying his school bag, he walked down the apartment one after another with Kitakami Yoru and headed to the station.

"Can't tell you didn't sleep well." Kitakami Yoru sized up Gabriel's cute face and looked at the weather.

A bit gloomy; the rainy season is just like this.

It seems he needs to keep an umbrella handy recently.

Walked for a few minutes to the station, took the train, and walked to school.

At the school gate, the two separated.

It was almost time for morning reading; Kitakami Yoru and Gabriel lived relatively close, so they arrived a bit late.

Xiuzhiyuan was already big and ridiculously luxurious; there was no one outside at this point.

Kitakami Yoru changed into indoor shoes on the first floor and walked to the classroom.

There were about ten minutes left before morning reading.

Every classroom was bustling, and everyone was gathered together in twos and threes, familiar with each other.

When Kitakami Yoru passed Class 2-B, Eriri, sitting by the window, was boredly resting one side of her cute, fair face on her hand, looking out the window.

Her gaze was instantly attracted by Kitakami Yoru, who was walking by quickly with his head down.

Until Kitakami Yoru's fat body left Eriri's field of vision.

Unfortunately, Kitakami Yoru, who walked to the back door of the classroom, hadn't looked up just now.

Otherwise, he would definitely have been surprised by the gold treasure chest on Eriri's head and stopped in his tracks.

It was exactly the same as the gold treasure chests on Kasumigaoka Utaha's and Shinomiya Kaguya's heads!

The classroom was no different from other classrooms, only noisier.

Kitakami Yoru even heard people talking about him, regardless of whether they were boys or girls, all saying bad things.

Kitakami Yoru, who was used to it since childhood, didn't have much reaction and went straight to his seat.

"..... bastard...... damn it....."

Standing in front of his seat, Kitakami Yoru saw that his originally clean and tidy desk had been scribbled on with a black marker.

Some insulting animals were drawn—turtles, pig heads—and there were words cursing him as disgusting and cursing him.

The entire desk surface had been destroyed by graffiti!

The anger in his heart surged up all at once.

Kitakami Yoru clenched his fists and quickly looked around the classroom.

At this moment, the classroom suddenly fell silent for the most part.

These so-called classmates looked at Kitakami Yoru silently, mocking him silently; their eyes were no different from looking at animals in the zoo.

This is bullying!

Until Kitakami Yoru didn't say anything, quietly put his school bag away, and sat down.

These people became noisy again.

Kitakami Yoru moved his chair, leaned against the window, and clenched his fists tightly until they turned white.

However, he had no way.

He didn't know who the culprit was, whether it was a man or a woman, whether it was in his class or another class, just like he didn't know who stole Kasumigaoka Utaha's panties and stockings.

Even if he knew, Kitakami Yoru would still hesitate whether to take revenge; what if the culprit's family was big capital or bureaucratic personnel?

In Japan, these people would collude between officials and businessmen and protect each other. (Only targeting the hot-water-like Japan)

Perhaps, flicking a finger could make his father lose his job.

Finance is a circle; once expelled from the circle, his father would never be able to work in finance again.

A thick sense of powerlessness spread in Kitakami Yoru's heart.

Damn it!

The hatred for Kasumigaoka Utaha and Shinomiya Kaguya grew even stronger!

If there was a chance, Kitakami Yoru wouldn't even want to turn them into sows that only know how to be cheap and horny!!!

Not long after.

Morning reading.

After three classes in the morning, it was the one-and-a-half-hour lunch break.

There was a special student cafeteria in Xiuzhiyuan, and there was also bread and fast food in the vending machines.

As soon as it was lunch time, the classroom emptied by more than half.

Kitakami Yoru silently took out the weight-loss meal he brought from his school bag and ate it on the spot.

After eating, he packed up his lunch box, got up and went out from the back door, and came to the familiar vending machine to buy a can of black coffee.

It was as bitter as ever; after taking a sip, Kitakami Yoru walked back to the teaching building.

He originally wanted to go to the rooftop to stay by himself and blow some wind.

Because the weather was gloomy, he walked back to the classroom and flipped through the notes he had taken in the morning class, checking them at will.

Kitakami Yoru's high school academic performance was not ideal.

He needed to start from the beginning, slowly supplement, lay a good foundation, and then build.

This time, no matter what, he would grit his teeth and persist.

About half an hour later, Kitakami Yoru drank the last drop of black coffee, closed his notes, and boredly took out his phone to kill time.

"Shocking! Tsubasa Ozora predicts, WWII Allies, Japan 2:1 wins against Hans."

"Authoritative betting companies speak out, the champion of this World Cup will be born among the Samba Legion, the Three Lions Legion, and the Matador Legion..."

"It's soccer."

Kitakami Yoru quite liked soccer, and he became interested as soon as he saw it.

Just as he was about to read it carefully.

At the back door of the classroom, his seatmate Miura Yumiko walked in with several classmates.

She walked straight to Miura Yumiko's side and chatted.

A blonde boy with long hair combed back, wearing a headband, looking very much like a delinquent, suddenly poked his head in front of Kitakami Yoru.

It gave him a fright.

"Hello... you... you are that what... Kitakami-san, right?"

"Haha, you're a big celebrity." Tobe Sho shouted at Kitakami Yoru with a very exaggerated expression while gesturing.

Kitakami Yoru raised his head, glanced at the other party, and turned his head away decisively.

For this kind of person, there was no need to pay attention to him; just ignore him directly.

"Oh, Kitakami-something-san, don't be like that?"

"You're a big celebrity, oh. I want to take a picture with you, how about it?"

Tobe Sho smiled, not caring about Kitakami Yoru at all, took out his phone, and held Kitakami Yoru's shoulder as if he wanted a group photo.

"I don't want to take a picture."

Kitakami Yoru grabbed his wrist with his fleshy big hand without looking and moved it away easily.