Chapter 278

The young lady with a mature style made a "V" sign, stuck out her tongue, and smiled at her daughter.

Returning home.

Kitakami Yoru did as usual: cooked, took a bath, and reviewed.

In the dead of night, he held San-San and leaned on the bed, scrolling through his phone.

On the bedside, Eriri's high-end art book was placed, opened.

The content inside was various doujinshi.

Bored, Kitakami Yoru took the time to look for the owner of this unknown art book.

However, in Japan, the birthplace of ACG culture, there are countless such things.

After flipping through it for ten minutes, Kitakami Yoru lost interest and switched to short videos.

Big data pushed cosplayers and female streamers to him again.

"Eh, isn't this..."

"That Kitagawa Marin?"

Kitakami Yoru swiped to a classmate from Xiuzhiyuan and didn't recognize her at first.

The other party was very beautiful, a blonde, fair-skinned, enthusiastic, and cheerful gyaru, similar to yet different from Miura Yumiko.

She was wearing a low-quality cosplay outfit with a distorted pattern, improper size, and extremely poor tailoring; Kitakami Yoru didn't recognize the character.

The number of followers was pitifully small, only about a hundred.

Clicking on her works, she had posted thirty or forty, and the number of likes and comments was sparse.

Half of them were cosplay, half were food, and a small part were scenery and night views.

The latest video had been posted for over ten hours, and there wasn't a single comment.

The tags were asking for likes, asking for follows, and cheering on.

After Kitakami Yoru saw it, he clicked in casually and opened the comment section.

"Meow meow..."

San-San meowed twice and swept Kitakami Yoru's chin with her tail.

"My San-San..."

Kitakami Yoru smiled dotingly at San-San, typing with one hand and gently scratching San-San's chin with the other.

He typed a comment: "Keep it up, you'll be popular, but who is this you're cosplaying???"

After sending it, Kitakami Yoru double-clicked to leave a little red heart and swiped to the next video.

Ten-thirty.

He turned off the lights to sleep on time, just before drifting off in a daze.

Kitakami Yoru suddenly remembered, why didn't he post on the forum and ask the heroes which artist the owner of the art book was?

"Forget it, I'll talk about it when I have time."

The sleepiness and laziness of being about to fall asleep overcame this trivial matter, and Kitakami Yoru chose to sleep.

Holding San-San in his arms.

Tokyo does snow, every winter.

The autumn night, the gentle quilt was like black magic cast by a witch.

The next day.

The weather was clear.

Kitakami Yoru's biological clock was sluggish due to the weather and temperature, starting five minutes late.

"A bit don't want to get up."

Muttering like this, Kitakami Yoru's movements weren't slow.

Lifting the quilt, San-San was lying at the corner of the bed as usual, sleeping quietly.

"Ha..."

Yawning, Kitakami Yoru walked out of the bedroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

He made breakfast and lunch.

He went to school with Gabriel.

Entering the classroom from the back door, he saw Yuigahama Yui and Ebina Hina sitting in his seat, chatting with the popular group.

As soon as Kitakami Yoru entered, Yuigahama Yui quickly stood up and moved aside.

"Good morning."

After greeting, Kitakami Yoru sat down.

"Good morning, Kitakami-san, is it okay if I sit here?"

Ebina Hina had been sitting on the desk.

"Suit yourself."

Putting away his schoolbag, Kitakami Yoru took out his phone and started scrolling boredly.

To his surprise, Kitagawa Marin replied to him yesterday with a bitter smile emoji and added: "Arigato, but I'm cosplaying Lumine from Genshin Impact; is it really that bad?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

After Kitakami Yoru typed his reply, he looked up.

He saw Ebina Hina curiously stretching her head, looking like a pig's nose.

"Is something the matter?"

Kitakami Yoru smiled as usual.

Ebina Hina originally had something to say, but seeing the peerless beautiful boy in front of her smiling at her, it completely threw her off!

Tobe Kakeru's eyes were vicious, and he secretly clenched his fists.

The bell for morning reading rang.

After three consecutive classes, the lunch break arrived.

Kato Megumi was full of expectations, even getting up early in the morning to make a sumptuous lunch, with the goal of enjoying the rare alone time with Kitakami Yoru.

"No... not going..."

Her fair little hands were trembling, Kato Megumi's face was slightly pale, and her expression was distressed and unhappy.

Because Kitakami Yoru had something to do at the club, he apologized first and then refused the message.

"Kitakami-san..."

Kato Megumi felt more and more uncomfortable in her heart; she really wanted Kitakami Yoru to belong only to her.

"Sigh..."

"Kitakami-san has something to do, so there's no way around it."

Not having made an appointment with her only friend, the lonely Kato Megumi sighed softly.

At the same time.

Kitakami Yoru held his lunch rice ball, eating while leaving Xiuzhiyuan.

His mother, Kitakami Megumi, needed to sit in the flower shop, so she arranged for a delivery person to drive the roses over.

Xiuzhiyuan is very large, with a kindergarten department, elementary department, middle school department...

They are all Xiuzhiyuan.

This place doesn't belong to the flower shop's usual delivery range because it's too far.

Kitakami Yoru needed to go out to lead the way.

In the middle of the commercial street, he saw the flower shop's employee parking a small van on the side of the road.

"Hello, I am Kitakami Yoru."

After greeting, Kitakami Yoru opened the trunk and nodded with satisfaction while checking the goods.

By the way, he picked up a large bouquet and smelled it hard.

The van only had two seats, and the passenger seat was also piled full of roses.

Pointing to the entrance of Xiuzhiyuan, Kitakami Yoru had no choice but to carry the roses and walk back.

Passing by the Angel Cafe.

"Oh, Kitakami-kun, why are you holding such a large bouquet of roses?"

Yuigahama Yui bent over, her mature, juicy, and full figure not something that a loose waitress skirt could cover.

Seeing Kitakami Yoru holding a large bouquet of roses at this time, she couldn't help but ask.

"It's for a club activity, it has nothing to do with Yuigahama-san."