Chapter 315

"Right, let me post a thread to see whose art book this is."

With a flash of inspiration, this thought, which he had previously cast to the back of his mind, surfaced again.

Thinking of it, he acted; Kitakami Yoru took photos of the high-end art book's cover and a few pages inside that could highlight the artist's style.

He edited the post and uploaded it to the Yahoo forum.

Waiting for a fated person to discover it, or for the artist themselves to contact him.

After finishing, Kitakami Yoru, having lost interest, threw the art book back and lay back on the bed.

"San-san?"

For some time now, the nights had been getting colder.

Kitakami Yoru pulled up a thin blanket to cover himself and called San-san's name.

Outside, San-san, who was curled into a large black ball on the sofa, heard its owner calling it and immediately raised its head.

Its large amber eyes emitted a creepy glow in the dark night!

"San-san, come here."

Kitakami Yoru adjusted to a comfortable position.

"Sigh, in this kind of weather, the night is cool; if only I could hold a fragrant, soft girl and sleep together."

"In a while, the weather will be colder, and it will snow."

San-san jumped off the sofa, ran into the room, and stood at the door, gazing at Kitakami Yoru.

"Come here, I'll hold you while I sleep tonight."

Kitakami Yoru beckoned.

San-san must have understood, wobbled over to the bed, and jumped up easily.

"Meow."

It meowed lightly and lay quietly beside Kitakami Yoru.

Kitakami Yoru smiled, reached out to stroke San-san, and stopped only after he had had his fill.

Looking at his phone again, he scrolled through short videos for an hour.

Kitakami Yoru, feeling a bit sleepy, got out of bed to turn off the light, leaving the bedside lamp on.

Burrowing into the quilt, he continued to look at his phone, having no intention of sleeping.

"Let me see, I still have to reply to her message."

Kitakami Yoru opened LINE and clicked into the chat box with Kitagawa Marin.

"She asked me if I like playing erotic games; she's a girl, could it be that she likes playing them too?"

"No way, this hobby is too strange."

"I do like playing them, and I'm definitely not a corporate slave."

Typing out a fluent message, Kitakami Yoru replied and sent it.

On the other side.

Kitagawa Marin, who was wearing a facial mask, heard her phone ring, picked it up, and took a look.

"Oh yeah, so..."

The movement on her face was too big, causing Kitagawa Marin's mask to slide down and stick to her lips, affecting her speech.

Simply, she tore off the mask she had just applied and typed quickly.

"Please, may I ask what kind of work you do?"

"Every time we get to the critical moment, you deliberately cut it off; are you trying to make me anxious?"

(｀⌒'メ)!!!

"I just happened to have something to do, I wasn't deliberately trying to make you angry..."

"I have no grudge against you..."

Kitakami Yoru smiled, just like two completely unfamiliar people, and replied to Kitagawa Marin.

Of course, he knew Kitagawa Marin and knew who the person on the other side was.

Kitagawa Marin definitely knew him too, but it was limited to having heard his name and seen him from afar.

She had no idea that the person she was chatting with was him.

"In any case, don't do this next time, I'm angry!"

Kitagawa Marin's fingers tapped on the fifty-tone keyboard, deleting and modifying.

"There's a next time?"

Kitakami Yoru replied with slight surprise.

Let's just finish chatting, should we continue?

He had never thought about this, nor did he have any intention of long-term communication with Kitagawa Marin.

"Why? Don't you like chatting with a beauty like me?"

Aside from Kitakami Yoru disappearing at critical moments, Kitagawa Marin felt that chatting with Kitakami Yoru was quite comfortable.

And she felt a faint curiosity about this stranger she had never met.

"I don't dislike it."

Kitakami Yoru replied.

"Then why can't my followers grow..."

Kitagawa Marin said in annoyance.

"Want to gain followers and make money?"

"I usually don't watch fewer cosplay live stream videos."

Kitakami Yoru only had this explanation for Kitagawa Marin's desire to gain followers.

"No, it's because I want more people to see my cosplay; sharing is the main thing."

"Making money is secondary."

Kitagawa Marin replied decisively.

"Then good luck, start with the simple ones."

Kitakami Yoru's eyelids began to twitch, and he couldn't help but yawn.

"For example? And how old are you?"

Kitagawa Marin wanted to hear the boy's advice.

"Hm... I should be a little younger than you."

"The suggestion is that you can start cosplaying from simple character images; aren't you sewing your own clothes?"

Getting up to drink some cool water, Kitakami Yoru lay back on the bed, ready to sleep.

"You're actually younger than me? Do you know how old I am?"

Kitagawa Marin asked curiously.

"Aren't you a high school student?"

Kitakami Yoru then attached a "good night" emoji.

Kitagawa Marin and he were both second-year students at Shuchiin, and the age difference wouldn't exceed one year.

But it just so happened to be a coincidence.

For example, in the same batch of people entering the first grade of elementary school, there are five-year-olds and six-year-olds.

Kitakami Yoru happened to be in the five-year-old batch, and his birthday was in mid-December, making him one of the youngest months.

It is estimated that he is the youngest in the second year of Shuchiin High School.

Calculated by age.

Hm...

He still needs to call the petite and cute Eriri "Onee-san~"

Next, after chatting with Kitagawa Marin for a few words, Kitakami Yoru turned off the light and went to sleep.

Early the next morning.

Kitakami Yoru was awakened by the noise coming from upstairs.

So when he threw off the blanket and got out of bed, his expression wasn't very good.

"Who is it, making such a noise early in the morning?"

Kitakami Yoru complained to the ceiling with a dark face.

As soon as the complaint fell, noise sounded from upstairs again.