Chapter 275

When school first started, she hadn't despised or been disgusted by Kitakami Yoru any less.

The time for the art exhibition was the third day before the monthly exam, which happened to be a Friday.

It was to let everyone relax and prepare for the exam.

"Hmm..."

Eriri still responded perfunctorily.

After two cycles of inhaling and exhaling, she suddenly widened her eyes, turned her head, and asked in surprise: "Are you saying Kitakami Yoru is coming to be our model?"

"Yeah, that's right, Eriri, are you also very surprised?"

These girls must be very surprised.

But in their eyes, Eriri was a cute girl with a noble background, different from them.

"No... yes... a little bit, maybe."

Eriri wasn't surprised at all; all she felt was shock, and cold sweat was about to break out on her back!

When she opened her mouth to answer, she realized her reaction was a bit too big, and saying she wasn't surprised would be too abnormal.

Helpless, she could only lie against her conscience, without blushing or her heart racing.

"Does Eriri also think Kitakami Yoru-san is very good-looking?"

"If it were Eriri-san, maybe Kitakami Yoru would like you and date you..."

Several other girls joined the conversation.

"I have absolutely no interest in dating boyfriends or anything like that."

Eriri waved her hand, her small face wrinkled together.

"Wow, as expected of Eriri-san, is it because of your aristocratic upbringing?"

"I heard that British aristocrats are very strict with their descendants..."

The girls complimented Eriri one after another, imagining things and showing complex and envious looks.

After all, these were all young ladies who liked to eat, drink, and play without worries, facing Eriri, who had a higher status and was cuter than them.

Vaguely, none of them compared Eriri to themselves on the same level.

"Uh, uh... something like that..."

Eriri lay back on the balcony and looked downstairs.

Not long after.

Kitakami Yoru and Yukinoshita Yukino walked by together, attracting Eriri's gaze.

"Kitakami Yoru and Yukinoshita Yukino?"

Seeing this strange combination, Eriri couldn't help but be curious.

What about that petite and cute first-year blonde girl?

Yukinoshita Yukino's classroom was on the second floor.

They parted ways at the stairs, and Kitakami Yoru went straight back to the classroom; when he put down his schoolbag, he found several letters in his drawer again.

He didn't see Eriri, and he was sure she was hiding out of fear, not wanting to have contact.

"Who is it..."

Kitakami Yoru had been feeling a bit inexplicable during this period.

Occasionally, he would find many girls staring at him intently, and those gazes were strange.

At first, he wasn't used to it, but later he liked it less and less; it made his skin crawl!

"These were given to you by girls from other classes."

Beside him, Miura Yumiko admired her new manicure and said casually.

"Why would they give them to me?"

Kitakami Yoru turned his head and asked for advice.

He wasn't familiar with girls to begin with, and just a few months ago, he was still a disgusting, gynophobic, dead fat otaku.

"Because they like you."

"How about it? Suddenly becoming so popular, tons of girls want to be with you."

Miura Yumiko couldn't understand what Kitakami Yoru meant.

"Uh... is that so?"

Kitakami Yoru reached a conclusion: the young lady students at Xiuzhiyuan were all emotional people.

"Kitakami-san, have you and Yukino-san finished?"

Yuigahama Yui and Ebina Hina returned from buying drinks at this time and walked to Kitakami Yoru's side together.

"Still missing some materials; they can't be bought on the commercial street, so I have to go somewhere else."

Kitakami Yoru said indifferently.

"Is it for your club's activity?"

"Sounds so interesting!"

Ebina Hina propped herself up with both hands, sat on Miura Yumiko's desk, and dangled her legs.

Yuigahama Yui stood on the side, and Miura Yumiko sat there.

In this classroom, the most beautiful and cute girls were all here.

Usually, Hayama Hayato should be the center.

"Actually, it's not that interesting."

Kitakami Yoru glanced at Ebina Hina.

He noticed that the other party was not only intentionally getting close to him, using him as a shield to block the arrow that was Tobe Kakeru.

Ebina Hina seemed to be intentionally dressing ugly as well.

She kept a plain hairstyle and wore very rustic red-framed round glasses, a bit like the rough style of a Kansai auntie.

"Does Kitakami-san have a girlfriend?"

Ebina Hina took the initiative to bring up the topic.

Her voice wasn't loud, and she didn't intentionally cover it up.

People sitting nearby could basically hear it clearly.

Back when Yuigahama Yui and Ebina Hina returned and went to talk to Kitakami Yoru.

Tobe Kakeru had pretended to go chat with Hayama Hayato, with the goal of observing the situation in the back row of the classroom.

This sentence couldn't escape his ears at all.

The person one likes is right by one's side; he believed every secret admirer would secretly pay attention.

"No."

Kitakami Yoru answered decisively.

"Oh my, then Kitakami-san, do you have any thoughts about Hayama-san..."

Ebina Hina smiled and continued the conversation.

But before she could finish, Miura Yumiko pinched her waist, cutting off her fujoshi disease.

Tobe Kakeru secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling incredibly worried about Ebina Hina, while also feeling unhappy with Kitakami Yoru.

No one likes to see the girl they like with a boy they hate, unless they are mentally perverted!

The bell for morning reading rang at the same time.

The people in the classroom gradually returned to their seats and consciously started morning self-study.

A day passed in a flash.

In the afternoon, it was club activity time.

Inside the Service Club.

Yuigahama Yui brought back the remote-controlled resistor she got from the Handicraft Club.

"Is this the remote-controlled resistor?"

Yukinoshita Yukino looked at the simple little switch and remote on the table.

It was just...

It didn't look like it had much technical content; one could refer to the working principle of a remote control.

Click the remote, the small resistor receives the information, emits current, connects to a tungsten wire, and sticks it to the balloon with double-sided tape.

Actually, it was just a crude version of a balloon detonator.