Chapter 28

The indoor swimming pool specially set up in Shuchiin was comparable to a large swimming pool in a luxury hotel.

The special swimming teacher directed everyone to line up.

Because he was tall, Kitakami Yoru stood in the last row, on the edge.

The teacher first let them warm up, said some precautions, and let Kitakami Yoru and the others go to the locker room to change clothes.

"You can hide for a while, but you can't hide forever."

Kitakami Yoru had a sad face, followed at the end of the boys' team, and walked into the locker room.

Just treat it as weight loss; swimming is a very good aerobic exercise.

The boys' locker room was very noisy, and when changing clothes, it was inevitable to have some small movements.

Taking off their tops, everyone started comparing their physiques.

You touch my abs, I pinch your triceps, and soon they gathered together lively.

Kitakami Yoru was in the corner, glanced in that direction, and struggled to put on the loose swimming trunks uniformly issued by the school.

Tied the rope, fastened the buttons.

Suddenly, the group of people at the door of the locker room gathered into a ball and erupted into a neat cheer.

Even the girls' locker room next door heard it.

"Mine is the biggest!"

"No, mine is clearly the biggest!"

"You're farting, yours can't even be seen."

"Hahaha~"

A burst of laughter rang out again.

Kitakami Yoru knew what they were comparing, covered his pants, and wanted to slip past from the side.

As a result, he didn't get his wish; Tobe Sho put both hands on Kitakami Yoru's shoulders, pushed him stealthily, and together with the people around him, pushed Kitakami Yoru into the circle.

Almost all the boys were gathered here.

In the very middle of the circle.

A quarter-mixed-race boy, who looked ordinary, was now looking at Hayama Hayato very proudly and triumphantly, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Hayama Hayato smiled awkwardly, and in his heart, he cursed Tobe Sho.

Originally, they were comparing muscles; he was in the soccer club, and his muscle lines and the like were not bad.

Later, I don't know who started the commotion, and they started comparing dignity.

In fact, everyone is of the same race, and their development is about the same; comparing through loose swimming trunks doesn't compare anything.

As a result, a mixed-race classmate stood out, clearly not on the same level.

Making Hayama Hayato embarrassed; usually, relying on his excellent appearance and sunny personality, he had always been the boy with the highest status in the class.

Didn't expect that when comparing in the locker room, he instantly fell into a disadvantage.

27: Wow, super Tyrannosaurus

The noisy sound subsided after Kitakami Yoru was pushed into the circle by someone with a heart.

Because Kitakami Yoru didn't fit in, and he was a thief who stole stockings and panties.

"Ore wa the strongest legend..."

That mixed-race classmate suddenly shouted in a chuunibyou way and immediately turned to face Kitakami Yoru.

It ignited everyone's fighting spirit and atmosphere again!

The locker room became noisy again.

"Hey, hey, Kitakami-kun, don't cover your pants." Tobe Sho stood in the crowd, shouting and instigating.

"Right, right, take your hand away."

"..."

All attention was focused on Kitakami Yoru.

Hayama Hayato breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and finally, no one paid attention to him.

Kitakami Yoru hesitated for a moment, covered his pants tightly, and glanced at Tobe Sho quickly.

It seems, he was the one who pushed him in?

Wanting to use this to mock him and make him lose face?

"Kitakami-kun, don't be afraid, no one will mock you, it's fine!" Tobe Sho laughed loudly, his voice overwhelming everyone.

While saying this, he looked harmless.

Kitakami Yoru knew that the other party was here to regain the face he had lost.

Other boys also followed suit.

Simply, Kitakami Yoru took his hand away.

Looking at Tobe Sho indifferently, he retorted sarcastically: "Everyone won't mock Tobe-kun, right?"

As the words fell, everyone's eyes fell on Kitakami Yoru.

In the girls' locker room next door, the girls suddenly stopped their movements and looked suspiciously at the boys' locker room next door.

It was just noisy.

The next second, it was as silent as a faucet that had been tightened, with no water flowing.

"Gulp..."

A boy looked at the mineral water bottle in his hand and suddenly felt that it was a bit small.

"Tobe-kun, everyone won't mock you." Kitakami Yoru puffed out his stomach and glanced faintly at Tobe Sho's swimming trunks.

Tobe Sho's face was as disgusting as if he had eaten a fly.

He was mocked by Kitakami Yoru, who could be stepped on by anyone in the school, but he was too inferior and ashamed to refute.

The hardware was far less powerful than Kitakami Yoru's!

After speaking, Kitakami Yoru ignored the surprise and envy of all the boys present.

Covered his swimming trunks again, and wanted to walk out.

The people surrounding the door automatically separated a path for Kitakami Yoru, who was physically large in all aspects, to barely pass through.

They watched Kitakami Yoru walk out, their movements as stiff as robots.

After someone went out, the fight in the locker room ended.

Everyone scattered in inferiority, their faces showing expressions of deep taboo.

That mixed-race boy also lowered his head obediently, appearing very quiet.

Walking out of the boys' locker room, Kitakami Yoru lowered his head and came to the poolside unhurriedly.

This huge swimming pool was rectangular and almost as big as a soccer field.

Kitakami Yoru thought, if he stayed quietly on the side, no one would notice him, right?

While testing the water temperature with his feet, Kitakami Yoru turned his head to observe the surroundings.

Not far away.

Miura Yumiko, his seatmate, was wearing a school swimsuit that seemed a size smaller and very tight, supporting her plump figure.

Dazzling blonde hair was scattered behind her head, exquisite fair collarbone, flat abdomen, and those long, bony, snow-white beautiful legs.

Below were a pair of small, exquisite jade feet, dotted with light blue nail polish.

Tall figure, face...

"What are you doing?"

Miura Yumiko slashed at Kitakami Yoru fiercely.

The sharp gaze was like a sharp scraper.

"Just saw it by accident." Kitakami Yoru explained quickly and lowered his head.

"Hmph, don't show me a lewd expression!"

"Strange, why haven't the people in the boys' locker room come out yet? What were they discussing just now?"

Miura Yumiko rolled her beautiful eyes, glanced at the boys' locker room again, and jumped into the swimming pool.

"Hoo~"

Kitakami Yoru exhaled and patted his chest.

And felt a bit worried.

Because it looked like, no...