Chapter 291

"That has nothing to do with Miura-san, right?"

Kitakami Yoru looked at Miura Yumiko, his gaze lingering on her face.

At this moment, a message from Kitagawa Marin came through.

"Doesn't Kitagawa Marin like to cosplay?"

"Maybe she could try cosplaying as Miura-san..."

Looking at the blonde gal in front of him, Kitakami Yoru thought of this in a strange way.

"Forget it if you won't say, tch!"

Miura Yumiko showed a disgruntled expression, turned her head to look at the door, then turned back and continued:

"What did you mean by what you said yesterday?"

"It didn't mean anything; Ebina-san and I have a normal relationship."

Kitakami Yoru began to feel troubled.

"This strange popular group, sigh..."

"You and I also have a normal relationship, how come I don't see it that way?"

Showing an unhappy expression, Miura Yumiko pursed her lips and said.

"Lean over, I'll tell you..."

Kitakami Yoru sighed in his heart and crooked his finger at Miura Yumiko.

51: Kasumigaoka the old fatso observing in secret

"Really?"

Miura Yumiko asked back, but she didn't have much suspicion, and she turned and leaned toward Kitakami Yoru.

No matter what, this was during class time.

Miura Yumiko didn't dare to make any big movements, like getting up from her chair and walking over.

Her butt tilted toward Kitakami Yoru's side, and the chair flipped up, forming an angle that was very easy to fall from.

"That won't happen."

Kitakami Yoru smiled and leaned his head toward Miura Yumiko.

"Ebina Hina, maybe she just doesn't like someone."

Having promised Ebina Hina that he would absolutely not reveal the truth, Kitakami Yoru was a man of his word.

If he said he wouldn't say, he absolutely wouldn't say.

"What?"

Miura Yumiko was familiar with every word Kitakami Yoru said; she knew them all.

But why couldn't she understand?

Curiously turning her head and pulling away a little distance to prevent them from touching, Miura Yumiko opened her mouth to continue asking.

"I've already finished saying it, you figure it out yourself."

Kitakami Yoru shifted the blame completely and shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"Ah? Are you joking and lying to me?"

"What's going on?"

Miura Yumiko's beautiful emerald-green pupils once again revealed the look Kitakami Yoru was familiar with.

She glared at Kitakami Yoru with a pair of eyes full of disdain, "What are you looking at? You disgusting virgin."

Her expression was full of displeasure at being deceived.

Focusing too much on Kitakami Yoru made Miura Yumiko forget that she was in a situation where she could fall at any time.

The strength in her feet wasn't controlled well, and she lost her balance.

Suddenly, Miura Yumiko fell toward Kitakami Yoru.

In the panic, Kitakami Yoru was her lifeline, and she didn't have time to react.

She reached out randomly, grabbed Kitakami Yoru, and they fell together.

"Clang... clang..."

A series of very loud and harsh noises echoed through the relatively quiet classroom.

Immediately, all the students in the classroom were attracted to look.

In the corner by the window, blocked by desks and chairs, they could only see a rough outline.

Kitakami Yoru and Miura Yumiko fell to the ground together, and the most exaggerated part was that even Kitakami Yoru's desk was overturned.

"Why did they fall?"

"Everything was fine, what's going on?"

"Miura-san and Kitakami-san?"

A burst of discussion broke out in the classroom.

"So painful..."

Kitakami Yoru gently pushed away Miura Yumiko, who was pressing on him.

His poor elbow.

"Hiss..."

Also in pain and unable to speak, Miura Yumiko crawled back, barely straightening her body from the floor.

The silver lining in the misfortune was that neither of them was hurt.

It was all just flesh wounds.

"Yumiko, are you okay?"

Hayama Hayato looked straight at this side, his pupils dilated.

How could Kitakami Yoru fall together with Miura Yumiko?

Impossible!

Falling wasn't strange; what was strange was why they could fall together.

"Hayato, I'm fine."

Her knees hit the floor, and Miura Yumiko's facial expression twitched slightly from the pain as she straightened her chair.

Beside her, Kitakami Yoru recovered and hurriedly picked up the desk and his school bag.

"Luckily, luckily..."

The most valuable item was his phone, and it wasn't broken at all.

At the same time, Kitakami Yoru could see the curious, gossiping gazes of the students in the classroom constantly sweeping over him and Miura Yumiko.

"Why is it Yumiko again?"

There was no need to respond, and Kitakami Yoru secretly glanced at his blonde gal queen seatmate.

He straightened his chair and sat down.

Morning study was about to end.

Countless gazes were withdrawn.

"Kitakami Yoru, are you okay?"

Miura Yumiko, feeling a bit embarrassed, finally asked about Kitakami Yoru's condition.

"Other than the pain, nothing else."

Kitakami Yoru smiled bitterly, avoiding the topic.

"Hmph, it's not like you called me over and lied to me."

"If you didn't want to say, why did you make me lean over?"

Confirming that Kitakami Yoru was fine, Miura Yumiko began to list Kitakami Yoru's crimes.

"Oh wow, it was clearly you who deceived me first, otherwise would I have fallen?"

"Virgin!"

Glaring at Kitakami Yoru, Miura Yumiko pressed her advantage, and as she spoke, she didn't know how else to scold Kitakami Yoru.

Finally, the word "virgin" slipped out of her mouth.

"I really am, are you going to help me lose it?"

Kitakami Yoru rolled his eyes speechlessly, a single sentence blocking Miura Yumiko's mouth.

"Who wants to help you?"

"Are you looking for death?"

Instantly, Miura Yumiko's sharp gaze slashed toward Kitakami Yoru.

They were clearly bickering and arguing, but to outsiders, it looked like lovers flirting.

Otherwise, you tell me.

Two minutes ago, how could Kitakami Yoru and Miura Yumiko fall together and pile up like that?

It must be said that Miura Yumiko's status as a popular girl was not for nothing.

Morning study ended, and Kitakami Yoru raised his hand to apologize insincerely.

She finally stopped.

The morning flew by.

Kitakami Yoru and Kato Megumi had an appointment to have lunch together.

Since he couldn't accompany Kato Megumi over the weekend, let's treat lunchtime as compensation.

Afternoon, P.E. class.

After it ended, Kitakami Yoru packed his things and set off for the art club.

"Kawasaki-san."

On the first floor, changing into indoor shoes, Kitakami Yoru saw an acquaintance and greeted her.

"It's you, young master."

Kawasaki Saki's form of address made Kitakami Yoru curious.

"Young master? I don't understand what you mean?"

Kitakami Yoru opened his shoe locker suspiciously, and a pile of notes and envelopes spilled out.

"You're quite popular."

Kawasaki Saki changed her shoes, carried her school bag in one hand, slung it behind her, and walked out dashingly.

"Sigh... the bar business is getting worse and worse."

"The weather is getting cold, the performance drop makes my heart ache, should I change jobs?"

Pondering, Kawasaki Saki's footsteps were very fast; she hoped she wouldn't run into Yukinoshita Yukino and Yuigahama Yui causing trouble today.

"Strange two people..."

Kawasaki Saki didn't understand at all why she was working part-time and was late.

No matter how you put it, it had nothing to do with Yukinoshita Yukino and Yuigahama Yui, right?

"Doing your own thing is what's real; like those young ladies, hmph..."

Kitakami Yoru didn't know about this.

Even if he did, he would stand on Kawasaki Saki's side without hesitation and support her.

After being a model for two hours.

The art club activity ended.

Eriri packed her things very early and was the first to leave the classroom again.

"Is this little blonde girl afraid of me?"

Kitakami Yoru's gaze retracted as Eriri's figure disappeared.

He didn't have many common topics with other art club members.

Mixing into the crowd, Kitakami Yoru remained aloof and took the train home alone.

Outside the rented apartment, in a public parking space not far away, sat a weather-beaten pink Honda Fit.

"This is Kirisu Mafuyu's car, right?"

"How come I only see it today?"

Kitakami Yoru walked around the Honda Fit, and seeing no one around, stared intently at the car tires.

Should he try putting a thumbtack or something?

To disgust this arrogant, extremely irresponsible beautiful teacher.

How could she be so different from Hiratsuka Shizuka?

He had this thought, but in the end, Kitakami Yoru didn't carry it out.

Walking home, in the corridor, he ran into a girl with the same hair color as Kirisu Mafuyu.

A few years younger than Kitakami Yoru.

"Eh?"

The moment she walked down the corner, Kirisu Miharu, catching a glimpse, saw a super handsome guy and made a sound subconsciously.

The sound attracted Kitakami Yoru, who was walking down the stairs with his head down, and he looked up.

His eyes blurred, and he almost mistook her for someone else.

The next second, their eyes met.

His neural functions turned the corner, and he recognized this girl with the same hair color and similar face.

It wasn't Kirisu Mafuyu.

"Ah... hello..."

Meeting eyes, Kitakami Yoru felt a bit awkward, so he greeted her.

"Hello, nice to meet you."

Kirisu Miharu recovered from the surprise just now, excited as if she had found a treasure, and kept sizing up Kitakami Yoru.

The naked gaze was not hidden at all.

This was just a little girl, probably only in middle school.

Kitakami Yoru didn't feel offended and even responded with a polite smile, thinking silently in his heart: "Looking so similar, she must be Kirisu Mafuyu's younger sister, right?"

"My name is Kirisu Miharu, may I ask your name?"

Just as Kitakami Yoru was suspicious, Kirisu Miharu asked, her eyes flashing.

"Wow, there really is someone so handsome in the world."

"So excited... so good-looking!"

The young girl was at the age where her feelings were just budding, having left childhood, and she was very curious and interested in the opposite sex.

Plus, her family didn't guide her well.

As the older sister, Kirisu Mafuyu was a blank slate regarding matters between men and women; who could teach these two sisters?

Smile...

"My name is Kitakami Yoru."

Kitakami Yoru then confirmed that the young girl in front of him was Kirisu Mafuyu's sister.

"Is this thirteen? Just started first year of middle school?"

Comparing her to Fujiwara Chika's sister, Fujiwara Moeha, or Shirogane Kei.

No matter how you look at it, Kirisu Miharu's feeling was younger.

"Hello, hello, do you live here?"

Kirisu Miharu's gaze landed on Kitakami Yoru's Shuchiin uniform, and she asked to confirm.

"Definitely."

Kitakami Yoru nodded gently; hating the older sister had nothing to do with the younger sister.

He could be very tolerant toward a little girl.

"Are you also a student at Shuchiin?"

Kirisu Miharu simply stopped walking.

Kitakami Yoru nodded, looking at Kirisu Miharu suspiciously, not knowing what the other party wanted to say.

"My sister also lives on the third floor; just now when you saw me, did you mistake me for my sister?"

Kirisu Miharu laughed with childishness, showing a row of white teeth.

"For a moment, yes; your sister is my teacher."

Kitakami Yoru didn't hide it, nor did he have any thoughts about Kirisu Miharu.

Too green.

It wasn't the same feeling as the greenness of Eriri.

Just like how a mother in a game isn't a mother in reality.

"So good-looking..."