Chapter 267

"What did Hiratsuka-sensei want with you?"

Kitakami Yoru asked casually.

Whether Kawasaki Shaxi was willing to reveal it was her own freedom.

"I'm late, it's nothing."

Kawasaki Shaxi drank a sip of coffee.

"Late? Working part-time at a bar?"

After finishing, Kitakami Yoru sniffed his nose gently.

He seemed to smell an extremely faint smell of alcohol on the delicate body of Kawasaki Shaxi in front of him.

"Yeah, what can I do to make money?"

"I'm not like you and them, with a wealthy family background." Kawasaki Shaxi smiled bitterly.

"What do you use the money for?"

"And it shouldn't be that hard, speaking of which, are you still working as a model?"

Kitakami Yoru asked while walking.

At this time, there was basically no one in the stairwell.

"Buying luxury goods, buying high-end skincare products."

Kawasaki Shaxi thought without thinking.

"You're joking, forget it if you don't want to say."

Kitakami Yoru didn't believe it at all.

"To go to university, to pay my tuition."

Just walking to the stair corridor, Kawasaki Shaxi looked into the distance.

"That's quite hard, aren't there scholarships and tuition-free policies?"

Kitakami Yoru thought of Aoyama Nanami, who was also working part-time desperately, and couldn't be seen all day.

Introducing her to Kawasaki Shaxi, maybe the two would be very compatible and become good sisters who love each other?

"Family background can't compare to others, talent can't compare to others, time is less than others, others are more hardworking than me..."

"If you don't understand in class, you can hire a tutor, basically there are no worries, and you can maintain wholehearted effort."

"People have been doing business for three generations, my grades are average, why should they lose to me?"

Going up another floor, Kawasaki Shaxi stopped and said.

"Come on, what you said is very right."

Kitakami Yoru fully agreed.

"You have to keep it a secret for me."

Kawasaki Shaxi gazed into the eyes of the handsome boy in front of her.

"Okay, I promise you."

Kitakami Yoru smiled shallowly.

"Ha!"

Kawasaki Shaxi secretly took a cold breath, and an urge to beat Kitakami Yoru up surged in her heart.

Please don't smile like that suddenly.

Who can handle it?

"Then you can try live streaming."

Kitakami Yoru thought of himself brushing short videos, especially in the middle of the night.

Many were just female streamers with ordinary looks, wearing sexy cosplay costumes and silk stockings, and the number of people in the live broadcast room was surprisingly high.

The money of dead fat otaku is relatively easy to earn.

"Live streaming?"

Kawasaki Shaxi didn't understand.

"Because the money of dead fat otaku is easy to earn, you are so beautiful, cosplay live streaming."

Kitakami Yoru explained.

"Haimei likes cosplay very much, and is also keen on posting her own cosplay photos, but she doesn't seem to live stream."

Kawasaki Shaxi first smiled, then thought and muttered.

"Who is Haimei?"

Kitakami Yoru asked casually.

"A friend of mine, it's nothing, thank you for your suggestion."

"I'll take a look."

Kawasaki Shaxi really took it seriously.

"Oh... is it that gal who works as a model with you?"

Kitakami Yoru finally recalled.

So that blonde gal was named Kitagawa Marin.

The morning reading bell rang, and Kawasaki Shaxi nodded and left.

Entering the classroom from behind, Kitakami Yoru put down his schoolbag and started to make up for the homework he didn't do last night.

The last class of the morning.

It was Kirisu Mafuyu's course.

Kitakami Yoru, who was absent-minded, was obviously distracted, looking blankly at the golden treasure chest on the teacher's podium.

It was time to open the golden treasure chest.

But...

Who should he choose as the target?

Kasumigaoka Utaha? Go over and get scolded?

Kirisu Mafuyu had no clue at all.

Sigong Huiye was looking for death.

Except for... Hayasaka Ai?

"Speaking of which... there haven't been any more golden treasure chests."

"Is it because I slimmed down, or is the circle of people I come into contact with just that big?"

"Kasumigaoka Utaha, Eriri, Sigong Huiye, Kirisu Mafuyu..."

Without a doubt, Kitakami Yoru had recited these names.

They were all people who had bullied and hurt him in the past.

The previous him foolishly thought that only bad women would have golden treasure chests on their heads, allowing him to open them fiercely!

Later, because of the innocent Hayasaka Ai and Kato Megumi, he completely dismissed this ridiculous idea.

If Kitakami Yoru knew that Hayasaka Ai was Sigong Huiye's personal maid, right-hand man, and even how to deal with him and investigate him were all planned by Hayasaka Ai.

Would he think otherwise...

"Became good-looking, clarified misunderstandings, but still not working hard..."

"Still like to be lazy? Grades are poor to this level."

On the podium, Kirisu Mafuyu could basically see the small movements of the students below.

Who was whispering, who was distracted, she knew clearly as a teacher.

Flipping through the world history book, Kirisu Mafuyu shook her head at Kitakami Yoru in disappointment.

Her cognitive understanding of Kitakami Yoru's learning was still at the final exam of the last semester.

Poor to the last place in the class!

"This monthly exam is estimated to be at the bottom again."

Kirisu Mafuyu guessed.

She hoped that after the monthly exam results came out, there wouldn't be any misunderstandings.

Lunch break.

Kato Megumi took the initiative to send a message, asking for a meal.

Still at the familiar location.

After greeting, they exchanged some dishes as usual before eating.