Chapter 313

"To Kitakami-san... besides, he..."

Aoyama Nanami, who was so anxious and nervous that she couldn't even speak, didn't have Kitakami Yoru take it to heart in this situation.

A few minutes later.

Aoyama Nanami's fair, tender small hands were trembling slightly, her gaze constantly lingering on Kitakami Yoru's face as she took the two sheets of printed paper.

"Then I'll go first, Kitakami-san, see you another day."

With the printed paper in hand, Aoyama Nanami stood up in a rush and almost fell because she couldn't stand steadily.

"Hm, ha, see you another day."

Kitakami Yoru yawned and nodded lightly.

The shy beauty didn't say anything else, gave Kitakami Yoru one last deep look, and walked away quickly with a complex mood.

"If only it were true."

The blinding noon sun shone on half of Aoyama Nanami's face, but she was completely unaware.

Her expression was full of dullness and loss, and she returned to the fourth-floor apartment with stiff limbs.

Once the door was locked, she, in a lost mood, kicked off her shoes and walked back to the room to lie directly on the bed.

Beside the pillow was the outfit she had just changed out of.

"Ah... sigh..."

Folding her arms over her forehead, Aoyama Nanami squinted her eyes and let out a meaningless sigh.

A while later.

She changed her posture, rolled over, pulled the blanket over her head, and burrowed into the quilt.

Not long after, Aoyama Nanami threw off the blanket and sat up quietly with her legs tucked in.

Her expression was flat; just from this point, one couldn't tell that she had any abnormality.

Maintaining this situation and posture until her legs gradually felt numb, Aoyama Nanami pursed her lips and smiled, patting her cheeks.

No one knew how much pain she was in within that short time.

"Hee hee... it's okay... I still have a chance..."

"Preparing for the exam is the most important thing right now; Aoyama Nanami, you can't let your imagination run wild."

Squeezing out a smile, Aoyama Nanami lay back on the bed and giggled foolishly.

No one knew whether she had recovered or not.

Suddenly, her peripheral vision caught the small skirt she had changed out of.

The smile on Aoyama Nanami's face stopped in an instant, and her teeth instinctively bit her pink lips.

That wonderful feeling of flying to the clouds permeated again...

"Kitakami-san... Kitakami-san..."

"Hm... hmph... ah..."

"Kitakami-san..."

Aoyama Nanami's eyes were blurred, and she called Kitakami Yoru's name in a strange tone.

And Kitakami Yoru, the person involved, said goodbye to Aoyama Nanami, played with San-san for a while, and fell back onto the bed to sleep.

He quickly entered a state of sleep.

He fell asleep fast and woke up fast.

About two hours later.

Kitakami Yoru, full of energy, climbed out of bed, held San-san, and leaned against the headboard to look at his phone.

The time was just past four o'clock in the afternoon.

There was a message on LINE, a reply from Kitagawa Marin.

Since he was idle, Kitakami Yoru planned to chat with her for a while.

"I was taking a nap and didn't see your message."

After clicking send, he received a reply within a few seconds.

"I sent you a message in the morning, you replied at noon, and then disappeared again."

"May I ask if you are a corporate slave?"

Kitagawa Marin pulled up the small LINE window on her computer and tapped the screen quickly.

"No, besides, I don't seem to have an obligation to reply to your messages in seconds, right?"

Kitakami Yoru replied.

"How can this person be like this..."

Kitagawa Marin pouted; it was the first time since she was a child that she had been treated with such indifference.

Which of the other boys who saw her wasn't fawning over her?

"Let's talk business, do you have anything else to find me for?"

Kitakami Yoru sent another message.

"Can't we just chat? Do you also like ACG culture?"

Kitagawa Marin typed a quick reply, switched to the game, and let her teammates wait for her for a moment.

"I only like two-dimensional paper-thin beautiful girls; who likes ACG culture?"

Anyway, thinking that Kitagawa Marin didn't know him, Kitakami Yoru answered very casually.

If there were fewer of those cute paper-thin girls in ACG culture, would you still watch it?

"You... are so direct..."

Kitagawa Marin was a bit speechless and typed again: "Then what do you think I should do, about the cosplay thing."

Working hard, using her break time between classes.

The cosplay outfit she spent half a month making was sprayed by Kitakami Yoru as a pile of shit; Kitagawa Marin wanted to ask clearly.

"I told you, either go buy it directly, or start cosplaying from simple character designs."

"If you want to gain followers quickly, you can cosplay as a succubus, a nun, or the heroine of an erotic anime."

Kitakami Yoru, as a former disgusting fat otaku and a veteran driver, pointed out the country with ease.

"Do you like watching erotic anime?"

Kitagawa Marin switched to Genshin Impact, comforted her teammates, and switched back to LINE.

"I prefer playing erotic games."

Kitakami Yoru stroked the fur on San-san's back, thinking of the pile of adult games under his bed.

Hah...

It's been a long time since I played them.

"Is that so?"

"Which ones do you like to play?"

Kitagawa Marin's eyes lit up; she liked them too.

Kitakami Yoru saw these two messages and felt a bit strange.

Just as he was about to reply, a knock on the door came from outside.

Rolling off the bed, Kitakami Yoru held San-san and went to open the door.

"Good afternoon, Kitakami-kun, am I disturbing you?"

Kato Megumi was wearing a pure white dress and a white beret on her head.

Kitakami Yoru was very familiar with this white beret.

Once, he had sent one to Yukino Yukinoshita, and he had wanted to send another to Kato Megumi.

In the end, it ended up in his mother Kitakami Megumi's hands.

"Not at all, come in."

Kitakami Yoru saw that Kato Megumi was also carrying a small gift and stepped aside.

Kato Megumi took off her shoes and went in.

At the same time, Kitagawa Marin, who was waiting for Kitakami Yoru to reply to her message, was interrupted in her chat at a critical moment once again.

"Sorry, I have something to do right now, let's chat when I'm free."

Kitakami Yoru didn't take this matter to heart at all; he replied and put away his phone.