Chapter 252

Morning classes, one of them was Kirisu Mafuyu’s World History.

During class.

Kitakami Yoru rested his chin on one hand, looking completely uninterested in listening to the lecture, occasionally looking at the podium.

"Kirisu Mafuyu living upstairs from me, what a surprise, heh..."

"Yesterday he came to knock on the door, now he’s not listening to the lecture properly."

Kirisu Mafuyu on the podium was also paying attention to Kitakami Yoru’s situation.

Lunch break.

Kitakami Yoru took his lunch to the familiar abandoned pond and finished it alone.

He rested for a while.

Bored, he scrolled through the news and received a message from Kitagawa Marin.

As he opened LINE, he muttered: "Sending me a message again?"

[Are you there?]

"Barring accidents, I’ll be here for the next sixty years."

After Kitakami Yoru sent the message, he looked up toward the teaching building in the distance.

"Instant reply? Are you also a high school student?"

"This joke isn't funny at all."

Kitagawa Marin replied instantly as well.

"Yes."

Kitakami Yoru replied.

"Which school are you a student at?"

Kitagawa Marin, in the Shuchiin cafeteria, typed while chewing the beef in her mouth.

"Definitely can't say it."

When Kitakami Yoru saw this message, this thought arose in his mind for the first time.

He just didn't want to tell Kitagawa Marin on the other side that he was Kitakami Yoru.

So he replied casually, playing dumb.

Kitagawa Marin asked curiously.

She even comforted Kitakami Yoru, saying his school might be bad, but if he said it, she wouldn't mock him.

With nothing to do, Kitakami Yoru simply started chatting with Kitagawa Marin and stood up to buy coffee at the same time.

In front of the vending machine.

He met an old acquaintance, Kawasaki Saki.

"You drank the mizuwari that night and went back, you weren't drunk, were you?"

Kawasaki Saki asked, holding a latte in her hand.

"I was drunk, drunk to the point of passing out, almost slept on the train."

Kitakami Yoru shook his head, still feeling lingering fear.

"Hehe, I knew it, you still ordered mizuwari, you tired me out."

"Wouldn't it be better to drink something with a lower alcohol content?"

Kawasaki Saki laughed mockingly as she had expected, and then waved her hand and left.

Worried about Hiratsuka Shizuka-sensei, who was looking for her to talk because she was often late.

Kitakami Yoru bought a black coffee, drank it, and went back to the classroom to rest.

In the afternoon, two classes ended.

"Art club model..."

Kitakami Yoru, having packed his schoolbag, headed to the club complex building.

He needed to cooperate with the art club and be a model for two weeks.

It sounded like a long time, two weeks.

The real situation was, it would be twenty hours at most.

The art club’s activity time is generally 90 minutes to 120 minutes.

Counting more, two hours.

Two weeks, ten days, twenty hours.

With higher requirements, they could only paint one or two pictures.

27: Is your butt itchy?

"Art club, I remember it’s on the floor below the Service Club, right?"

Kitakami Yoru shook his hips and pulled up his pants.

"Speaking of which, why did the art club specifically need me to be a model?"

"Would Eriri be willing?"

Pressing the flush toilet, Kitakami Yoru turned and left the restroom, walking upstairs.

The club complex building was built even larger than the teaching building.

This was because a large part of the clubs didn't need a classroom to conduct club activities.

For example, the archery club where Shinomiya Kaguya was, had a specialized indoor archery range, and the kendo club, soccer club, etc., were the same.

According to the location of the art club in his memory, Kitakami Yoru came to the door, dawdling, and swallowed his saliva.

When he promised Hiratsuka Shizuka, he hadn't thought about it at all, thinking it was a small matter, and agreed immediately.

But when he truly arrived on the battlefield, he couldn't help but feel nervous and afraid.

"The people in the art club should all be here, right?"

Kitakami Yoru thought in his heart and knocked lightly on the door.

The art club occupied a space as large as two classrooms, and a wall in the middle was knocked out.

Inside, twenty or so art club members sat scattered together, concentrating on painting the reference objects.

An older female art instructor with rimless glasses and black and white hair had a kind face.

Hearing Kitakami Yoru’s knocking, she, who was sitting near the door, went over to open it suspiciously.

At the same time, some of the art club members sitting near the door were attracted by the knocking.

"Who is it, knocking on the door?"

"Don't know?"

Because as members of the art club, they all knew that when entering the club, they only needed to pull the door open lightly.

"Is it Kitakami Yoru who came?"

Eriri sat not far from the door, with a drawing board in front of her, the drawing paper blank.

The club activity time had started for nearly fifteen minutes.

The members who should have come had long since arrived; knowing Kitakami Yoru was coming to be a model, Eriri had been thinking about him.

So at this moment, she immediately associated it with Kitakami Yoru.

The door opened.

Kitakami Yoru appeared outside the door, his face carrying a faint curiosity as he peered inside.

Instantly, he attracted the gazes of quite a few art club members.

"Hmm... sensei..."

"I’m here to be a model."

Immediately after, Kitakami Yoru said to the art instructor in front of him.

"Kitakami-kun, come over here with me."

The art instructor revealed a smile, signaling Kitakami Yoru to come in.

Subsequently, she arranged his work content.

She gave him a chair, placed it in front of Eriri and a few other art club members, at a distance of about two meters.

According to the requirements, he posed in a relatively relaxed posture as a model.

"Printing a huge photo of me and putting it here wouldn't it be about the same?"

Before starting to paint, Kitakami Yoru asked the art instructor with a smile.