Chapter 301

Gab is a new friend, and Kitagawa Marin thinks she must understand her clearly.

"Kitakami?"

"He’s a friend; what kind of relationship could we have?"

Gabril explained lightly.

Ordinary friends are friends, and boyfriend and girlfriend are also friends.

"It seems like you have a pretty good relationship with him."

"It’s really surprising."

Kitagawa Marin looked back in the direction Kitakami Yoru left.

"Why talk about him? Let’s buy something to drink, walk around, and chat."

Gabril waved her hand casually.

"Gab, can I hold your hand?"

Kitagawa Marin nodded vigorously, then looked at Gabril’s fair, small hand.

"Sure."

There were quite a few pairs of girls holding hands on the road, so Gabril agreed directly.

"Gab, you’re really super cute."

Holding her small hand, Kitagawa Marin looked up at the sky and sighed.

The innocent angel girl Gabril is about to be led into the abyss of depravity by Kitagawa Marin, who is well-versed in erotic games...

Mmhmm...

Bad choice of friends.

"Moeha, I’m going out to buy something."

Fujiwara Chika carefully applied her makeup, carried her small bag, and went to knock on Fujiwara Moeha’s door.

"I know."

Fujiwara Moeha, who responded, put down the pen in her hand and rested her chin on her hand in front of the mirror.

"Sister is going on a date with brother-in-law again..."

"Is it okay? Will Mom and Dad agree if they know..."

"The most important thing is... that... normal dating is fine..."

"Brother-in-law is so popular at school; I’m really worried sister will lose herself in it; brother-in-law shouldn't, right?"

The moment she left home and arrived on the street outside.

Fujiwara Chika stopped pretending and quickened her pace toward the station on another street.

Missing Kitakami Yoru so much, she even wanted to grow a pair of large wings and fly over!

Is she in such a hurry to deliver herself to him?

"Do you have anything fresher?"

Kitakami Yoru went to two flower shops and was not satisfied with the products.

Without soil, he couldn't fool Fujiwara Chika.

Picking and choosing, preventing Fujiwara Chika from suddenly killing him.

Finally, the helpless Kitakami Yoru decided to be honest and bought a bouquet of white wild lilies.

Sending roses also depends on the day and the scene, right?

56: I like Chika the most

"See you in Harajuku."

After buying the flowers, Kitakami Yoru sent a message to Fujiwara Chika.

As for Shibuya, Gabril and Kitagawa Marin were there; what if they met?

A little...

"It might be a bit not good, right?"

Holding the flowers, Kitakami Yoru walked toward the nearby bus stop.

Harajuku is a place name in Shibuya Ward.

The birthplace of Asian trend culture; it is said that if you stay there for a long time, you will get rheumatism.

Thinking that Gabril, this gaming-addicted girl, would definitely not appear there with Kitagawa Marin, Kitakami Yoru felt very relieved.

The bus drove over slowly, taking less than ten minutes.

Holding a bouquet of flowers, Kitakami Yoru stood near the Harajuku subway station, leaning against the railing and waiting.

It was still early.

He had a whole day to go on a date with Fujiwara Chika.

It was just too great!

Not long after playing with his phone, thinking that Fujiwara Chika should be almost there, Kitakami Yoru put his phone away in time and looked toward the subway entrance from time to time.

A few minutes later.

A very conspicuous and cute girl with pink hair appeared in the crowd, wearing a dress that was both high-end and casual.

"Chika."

Kitakami Yoru called out Fujiwara Chika’s name in surprise and looked up to signal her.

"Kitakami-kun."

Fujiwara Chika was also looking for Kitakami Yoru’s voice, and turned her head to look as soon as she heard it.

Seeing Kitakami Yoru holding a bouquet of fresh flowers.

Suddenly, Fujiwara Chika felt a joy in her heart, followed by deep shyness.

Sending flowers or something...

"Tch, he just knows how to trick girls; he’ll definitely coax me later, beg me, and bully me!"

"I don't like the flowers you send; once I accept them, I’ll be asked for ** requests..."

Pouting her pink, tender lips, Fujiwara Chika thought to herself and walked quickly toward Kitakami Yoru.

"Chika, were you in a hurry to come?"

Kitakami Yoru handed over a bottle of iced juice.

"It’s okay, not in a hurry."

Fujiwara Chika stood beside Kitakami Yoru and secretly glanced at the bouquet of fresh flowers.

She happened to be thirsty, so she took it and took a sip.

"I don't know if you like them, but I’m giving them to you."

Kitakami Yoru took the opportunity to smile and hand the small bouquet of fresh flowers in his hand to Fujiwara Chika.

He didn't buy a very large bouquet.

He couldn't just give them to her and have Fujiwara Chika throw them into the trash can, right?

If it was too big, how could they go on a date and play later?

"Thank you..."

Fujiwara Chika was already trying hard to restrain her reaction, but she still couldn't avoid reaching out to take them.

"I like Chika the most."

The moment she took the flowers, Kitakami Yoru leaned forward abruptly and whispered quickly toward Fujiwara Chika’s ear.

"Mm? You?!"

The girl’s fair, tender hand hung in the air, and she looked up in panic, looking at Kitakami Yoru in disbelief.

With her small mouth slightly open, her eyes were vacant...

After being stunned for several seconds, a blush climbed onto Fujiwara Chika’s cute face instantly.

Originally, Kitakami Yoru sending flowers openly at the crowded station had already made Fujiwara Chika very shy.

As a result...

He’s so bad!

How could he suddenly confess so excitingly...

Two people being together, becoming boyfriend and girlfriend, actually also has value.

Generally speaking, it is emotional value.

I like you, you like me, and both sides of our relationship get emotional satisfaction.

But it doesn't exclude another situation, where independent new-era little fairies let their boyfriends buy this and that, without paying a cent.

Self-righteous...

"Mm... I don't want them anymore!"

The shy Fujiwara Chika barely came back to her senses, blushing and pushing the flowers she had just accepted back to Kitakami Yoru.

It was too foul.

"Chika, could it be that you’re shy?"

Kitakami Yoru saw the girl’s reaction and felt a sense of satisfaction welling up from the bottom of his heart.

What could be more satisfying than one sentence making such an excellent, top-tier young lady shy for him?

"No, no, I’m ignoring you."

The shy Fujiwara Chika raised her other hand to block her beautiful and cute face, hunched her shoulders, looked at the ground, and shook her head desperately.

"Are you already happy to the point of blooming?"

Kitakami Yoru crossed his arms and ignored her calmly.

Just like this, he acted like a rascal, bullying Fujiwara Chika on the street, bullying the ignorant and pure young lady...

After waiting for a long time, Fujiwara Chika didn't see Kitakami Yoru take action, so she looked up and said: "Take them away; who wants your flowers, who likes you!"

The sound of her voice had changed from usual.

It was tingling, and hearing it made Kitakami Yoru’s heart itch, super itchy!

"Fine, if you don't want them, Chika, I’ll just throw them away."

Kitakami Yoru sighed and took the bouquet of flowers sadly.

Acting as if it were real. He turned his head to search for a nearby public trash can.

"Kitakami-kun, I hate you..."

Fujiwara Chika wasn't an idiot; how could she not see that Kitakami Yoru was bluffing her again.

She pouted shyly, snatched the bouquet of fresh flowers, and held them tightly in her hand.

With the posture of "if you dare to throw them away, I’ll fight you to the death."

"Can’t you be a little more frank, Chika?"

Kitakami Yoru laughed.

"There are so many people around, what are you saying?!"

Fujiwara Chika felt that this was really too embarrassing.

Unfortunately, this was exactly the effect Kitakami Yoru wanted.

If he didn't stir up the emotions in Fujiwara Chika’s heart, how could it work?

"The more people who know, the better."

"What’s the harm in passersby knowing I like you?"

Kitakami Yoru was like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, shrugging his shoulders indifferently.

"Bad guy, I’ll hit you."

Hearing this, Fujiwara Chika, whose ears were burning, gently hit Kitakami Yoru with the fresh flowers in her hand.

Hitting him on the shoulder and chest.

Rather than calling it hitting, it was more like flirting between a couple.

Kitakami Yoru laughed happily and didn't respond.

"You’re not allowed to talk nonsense in the future, do you hear me?"

Taking a breath and calming her mood, Fujiwara Chika brought out the dignity of the student council secretary and warned Kitakami Yoru solemnly.

She felt beautiful inside.

If there was no one here, her auntie-smile would have burst out.

Girl, being reserved and shy is normal.

"Okay, I guarantee I will complete the task ordered by Master Chika!"

Kitakami Yoru stood up straight and saluted properly.

"Pfft, who is your master, hehe..."

Fujiwara Chika was amused by Kitakami Yoru again...

While laughing, she reached out and pinched Kitakami Yoru’s waist in retaliation.

"Alright Chika, let’s go."

Kitakami Yoru dodged without a trace; Sakurajima Mai also liked to pinch his waist.

It hurt so much!

"How long have you been waiting for me?"

With a smile on her lips, Fujiwara Chika followed Kitakami Yoru’s pace without much care, walking shoulder to shoulder.

"An hour, I guess."

Kitakami Yoru reported a number while he was at it.

Counting the time he came over with Gabril, two hours was more than enough.

"That long? You could have told me earlier next time."

"What do you want to buy?"

Fujiwara Chika put the water into her bag and hesitated, casting her gaze toward Kitakami Yoru’s palm.

Should she hold it or not?

"Just walk around, and we’ll go eat later."

"Is there anything you want to buy? Anything you want to eat?"

Kitakami Yoru reached out and wrapped his arm around Fujiwara Chika’s slender waist and said.

"No, anything is fine."

Fujiwara Chika didn't lack anything; she was very happy just to be with Kitakami Yoru.

Walking on the streets of Harajuku, the two walked around, looking here and there.

They walked into a pop-up store of a trendy brand to look at autumn and winter clothes.

"How about this coat?"

Kitakami Yoru hadn't measured his height for a long time.

Although he had passed his rapid growth period, he was still a few months away from adulthood.

It was perfectly reasonable to jump another centimeter or two.

"I think this gray one looks better."

Fujiwara Chika touched the fabric and looked at the tag.

This was a foreign luxury brand.

The income of the country of Japan is at a medium level among developed countries.

Ordinary people can barely afford it, and it’s not too expensive.

"Let’s see; I’m not in a hurry anyway."

Kitakami Yoru didn't know how handsome and good-looking he was, and his height was sufficient.

He could wear anything, as long as his brain wasn't broken, he didn't try cross-dressing, or wear eye-stinging outfits.

He had long since exceeded the quota, and there was absolutely no need to use clothes to add flowers to the brocade.

As long as it was comfortable to wear.

Kitakami Yoru wasn't very keen on buying clothes and matching them.

"Mm, let’s look at this one."

As the future Prime Minister of Japan, Fujiwara Chika had plenty of pocket money.

Buying something for Kitakami Yoru wouldn't make her feel bad at all.

"Chika, are you going to help me buy it?"