Chapter 272

Kitakami Yoru stepped forward and glanced at the fresh flowers displayed in the flower shop.

"A classmate at my school needs a large amount of bright red roses this Friday at noon."

"Two thousand bundles."

Withdrawing his gaze, Kitakami Yoru looked at his mom, Kitakami Megumi, and said.

"No problem, anything else?"

Kitakami Megumi nodded.

Buying two thousand bundles of red roses at once, it could basically be determined that it was for a confession.

The quantity was large, but it wasn't rare.

"And, just charge the original price."

"Or the flower shop's original large-amount discount is fine; no need for special offers."

Kitakami Yoru added.

He and Matsushita Hidetoshi weren't familiar with each other; why should he deliberately give a discount?

It was clearly him helping him.

And because of his face, the quality of the roses was absolutely guaranteed compared to what he would order from other flower shops.

"Nothing else?"

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Kitakami Megumi tilted her head and took off her gloves.

"Say what?"

Kitakami Yoru looked at his mom with a surprised expression.

"Recently, it's popular on the internet, I have a friend..."

"Is that friend actually yourself?"

Kitakami Megumi stared into her son's eyes and said with a smile.

She was wondering if it was her son Kitakami Yoru who was confessing?

"No!"

Kitakami Yoru curled his lips helplessly and slashed the air with his arm decisively.

"Alright, I will arrange it; it's a good thing you came in time."

"Come help me organize a back garden; there's a lot to do."

Kitakami Megumi put her gloves back on.

In the small garden, another gardening aunt was busy digging small ditches and fixing water pipes.

Kitakami Yoru was pulled to do hard labor for a full hour; of course, he wasn't unhappy.

The time was about 5:30.

The flower shop would be closed in another half hour.

After all, Kitakami Megumi opened the flower shop mainly as a hobby to pass the time and earn some pocket money.

The family's main income still relied on Kitakami Yoru's dad, Kitakami Toyoya.

"I'm processing a few other orders; it'll be fine after checking them."

"You rest well."

Kitakami Megumi said and went to the cash register computer.

Kitakami Yoru stayed in a corner of the flower shop, panting and resting.

"Annoying!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha was in front of a vending machine about twenty meters away from the flower shop, buying a bottle of strawberry juice.

Opening the pull tab, she raised her slender, fair swan-like neck, or to describe it another way.

This elegant neck, paired with that cold and noble stunning face, and the sexy mature body, it would be a pity not to wear a pet collar.

She poured a large mouthful of juice into her mouth in frustration, and while worrying about the stalker, she went home.

Her house was nearby.

As usual, she passed by the flower shop she often walked by.

In her impression, this flower shop had been open for a long time.

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't like bright, delicate fresh flowers like ordinary girls.

She wasn't very interested in flowers.

Occasionally passing by, she would look twice at a beautiful and novel flower, but wouldn't walk in.

Today, Kasumigaoka Utaha stopped at the entrance of the flower shop for the first time, watched for a while, and decided to walk in.

For some time, she had been feeling very uncomfortable and depressed.

First, the misunderstanding about Kitakami Yoru being a thief made her irritable, and she was slapped for being humiliated.

The Aki Tomoya she liked was not only cowardly, but also entangled with her rival Eriri, and didn't come to contact her.

He even didn't believe her, thinking she had a mental cognitive disorder.

Purely thinking too much?

The light novel sales weren't good, and the next volume was the last chance for a comeback.

If the sales weren't good, the publisher couldn't show mercy and lose money to publish the book.

She had no ideas, and was so frustrated that she didn't want to write.

And the stalker...

Kasumigaoka Utaha once again fell into a difficult and helpless situation.

Last time, Aki Tomoya helped her walk out, so she fell in love with Aki Tomoya.

"Welcome, what do you need?"

Kitakami Yoru heard the sensor sound at the flower shop entrance, and his mom Kitakami Megumi was busy, so he shouted.

A bit reluctant, he got up from the chair in exhaustion and walked over.

"This voice?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned her head, heard the familiar voice, and thought she had heard wrong.

The next second, Kitakami Yoru, exhausted and with fine sweat on his face, walked out from the corner.

Seeing the customer who came in was Kasumigaoka Utaha, the two froze after making eye contact.

In the air, it was quiet for several seconds.

Kasumigaoka Utaha tilted her head, walked a few steps left and right, looked at Kitakami Yoru seriously, and said slowly: "I'm here to look at flowers."

"Please feel free, do you need me to introduce?"

Kitakami Yoru didn't know much about flowers.

But he had a mom who loved to raise and plant flowers, and the small yard at home was full of them, so he had been influenced since childhood.

He couldn't compare to enthusiasts, but he was far more familiar than ordinary people.

"Need."

Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded gently, moved her gaze away from Kitakami Yoru, and scanned the flower shop.

Looking left and right, she would occasionally bend down slightly to sniff the fragrance of the flowers.

Changing to another area.

Kasumigaoka Utaha suddenly stopped, pointed to a yellow potted flower, the flower was tender yellow, and the stem was thick, with small brown nodes.

"What flower is this?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha asked.

"Woody flower category, a hybrid variety from France, no official Japanese name."

Kitakami Yoru replied indifferently.

The French name was a bit awkward, transliterated, and he just happened not to know how to pronounce it.

"So romantic..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked back and said.

"Coincidentally, the flower language of this flower means parting, separation, breaking off relations."

Kitakami Yoru suddenly smiled.

"Breaking off relations with you is the best."

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned her head back fiercely, angry.