Chapter 317

But afraid of dizziness.

Looking from afar, Kitakami Yoru didn’t feel anything; it should just be a higher slide.

Coming close, he looked down...

“Roller coaster... *ugh*... *ugh*...”

Just standing on the edge, without even sitting down, Kitakami Yoru recalled the fear of being dominated by the roller coaster at the amusement park.

He vomited crazily.

The world spinning, walking was a problem, and because of this, he was fiercely mocked by Yukinoshita Yukino.

Kitakami Yoru, who was afraid in his heart, suddenly felt a burst of discomfort, and looking at it, he couldn’t help but want to retch.

At the last moment, he forcibly held it back and took a deep breath.

As the saying goes, once bitten, twice shy.

This old saying passed down couldn’t be impossible to appear in modern society without truth.

Like people who get motion sickness, even thinking about going to sit in a car immediately, they haven’t even seen the shadow of the car.

But the body will instinctively feel uncomfortable, dizzy, retching, and nauseous, desperately drooling.

“Forget it.”

Taking another deep breath, Kitakami Yoru suddenly twisted his neck and almost kissed Miura Yumiko, who was walking close by.

A faint fragrance drifted into his nasal cavity.

Both were startled by each other.

“Kitakami-kun, Yumiko, what’s wrong with you guys?”

Kaori Haibara walked over and asked curiously.

“Classmate Miura, you scared me, is there something wrong?”

Kitakami Yoru had forgotten that someone had just mocked the blonde girl in front of him for not daring to play this project.

“You’re the one who scared me!”

Miura Yumiko took a step back, blamed him, and then retorted:

“Looking at your expression, you don’t dare to play it either, right?”

“Oh, your face is red.”

Kitakami Yoru just responded lightly, and after speaking, he pointed his finger at Miura Yumiko’s pretty face.

Almost kissed.

“Kitakami Yoru, don’t misunderstand, wasn’t it just you scaring me?”

A trace of shyness in her heart was pointed out by Kitakami Yoru, and Miura Yumiko increased the volume of her voice and scolded.

Attempting to use this method to pull a fig leaf over herself again.

“Stop arguing, Kitakami-kun, Yumiko, don’t argue.”

“Isn’t it good to chat and talk properly.”

Kaori Haibara mediated in time, intimately hugging Kitakami Yoru’s arm and pulling hard right in front of Miura Yumiko.

However.

The distance was kept very well.

The fullness in front of her chest hung barely, without pressing on Kitakami Yoru’s arm.

“You guys... Haibara...”

What Miura Yumiko wanted to say was interrupted by the scene that happened before her eyes.

Her good sister Kaori Haibara was hugging Kitakami Yoru’s arm so intimately, chatting and laughing.

She hadn’t even officially held Hayama Hayato’s hand yet.

This was just too...

Too unreal.

“Are you lying?”

Miura Yumiko opened her small mouth exaggeratedly, pointing at the two people behaving intimately.

“Kitakami-kun, do you want to play this with me?”

Kaori Haibara acted shamelessly, blinked at Miura Yumiko, and asked Kitakami Yoru with a smile.

“No... forget it.”

These faces weren’t important, Kitakami Yoru refused directly.

“Ah... I can only pair with someone else.”

Kaori Haibara really wanted to play this.

“You don’t dare to play it yourself, and you still have the face to mock me, ridiculous.”

Miura Yumiko’s eyes flickered, and she habitually rolled her blonde hair with her fingers.

“I dare to play it, do you dare to accompany me?”

Kitakami Yoru made up his mind that Miura Yumiko was definitely afraid of heights and wouldn’t dare to agree.

So he used a provocative method, finished speaking, and pulled his arm back from the girl’s fragrant and soft embrace beside him.

“I dare, what’s there to be afraid of?”

The tourists beside them were in groups of two, and quite a few people had slid down; Miura Yumiko, in order to argue with Kitakami Yoru and not admit defeat, blurted out.

“*Huff*, close my eyes and don’t look, it should be fine.”

“So many people slid down, I won’t have an accident, it’s very safe...”

The words in her mouth hadn’t completely fallen, and she began to comfort herself in her heart, preparing mentally.

Miura Yumiko was on the arrow and had to be fired; her personality was so face-conscious, and she couldn’t take it back.

“Are you sure?”

The girl agreed decisively, which was beyond Kitakami Yoru’s expectations.

“Haibara, sorry.”

Miura Yumiko said to Kaori Haibara.

This sentence had already determined her meaning.

The staff stood silently on the side, hands on hips, and finally decided.

“Walking for a day in boots like this, the feet inside must be smelly to death, right?”

“*Gulp*... so dizzy...”

Following the staff’s guidance, Kitakami Yoru, who had inexplicably argued with Miura Yumiko, lined up in the queue.

Looking down, Kitakami Yoru secretly commented on Miura Yumiko’s pair of snow-white, bony long legs.

“Kitakami Yoru, it’s almost our turn.”

Miura Yumiko saw fewer and fewer people in front and turned her head to say.

Kitakami Yoru, who was fascinated, didn’t react for the first time.

“Kitakami Yoru?!”

Miura Yumiko’s beautiful willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and following Kitakami Yoru’s gaze, she looked down and found he was looking at her legs, and stomped her foot lightly.

“*Tap*!”

The sound woke up Kitakami Yoru, who was distracted, and he looked up in a panic, meeting her gaze awkwardly.

“I know, haha.”

He made a joke to ease the atmosphere.

“You peeked at me, were you looking at my legs?”

Miura Yumiko questioned with sharp eyes, looking a bit angry.

Actually...

She didn’t.

She would occasionally look at Kitakami Yoru secretly when she was bored in class.

And letting such a handsome guy look at her could also get a sense of approval.

“Not as good as classmate Haibara’s, I’m comparing.”

Kitakami Yoru simply admitted he looked.

To round off the lie, he had an excuse, generously swept a glance at Kaori Haibara’s legs, and muttered to himself.

“Pervert, lecher.”

Ebina Hina did not cooperate at all, keeping her legs pressed together.

"Nonsense, they're clearly just as good-looking!"

"You judge people by their appearance!"

Miura Yumiko might be a bit foolish, but it is impossible for her emotional intelligence to be zero.

During their conversation, it was already their turn.

"Sit properly, hold onto the handle with both hands, nothing will go wrong."

"Put on your helmet and fasten the strap."

The staff member gave a wordless instruction to Kitakami Yoru and Miura Yumiko, who were both filled with fear and resistance, and handed each of them a safety helmet.

"Thank you."

Responding politely and in unison, Miura Yumiko and Kitakami Yoru were both momentarily stunned.

"It's still not too late for you to back out."

Kitakami Yoru put on his helmet and forced his tone to sound calm as he spoke.

"You'd better worry about yourself."

Miura Yumiko did not look back; she raised her hands behind her back, tossed her blonde hair, and let it whip across Kitakami Yoru's face.

She did not notice it at all; it likely wasn't intentional.

After fastening her helmet, she leaned forward to take a look ahead.

"Ugh!"

Her legs began to tremble slightly, her heart instantly leaped into her throat, and she was terrified.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

Hearing Kitakami Yoru's heavy breathing beside his ear, Miura Yumiko followed suit.

Compared to Miura Yumiko, Kitakami Yoru was having a much harder time.

Why?

Because Miura Yumiko was merely afraid of heights and needed to overcome the mental torture.

He was suffering both mentally and physically; his throat was constantly itching, secreting large amounts of saliva, and he felt like retching and vomiting...

"Remember to hold the handle firmly," the staff member reminded them one last time.

The sliding boat they were riding had a partition in the middle, which could prevent physical contact.

Miura Yumiko was in front, Kitakami Yoru was behind, and both of them were in an incredibly poor state.

"Ugh... ugh..."

Just as they were about to slide down, Kitakami Yoru closed his eyes and gripped the handle for dear life.

Ebina Hina, who was worried, curled her lips in resignation and jogged down to prepare to meet them.

The staff member then released the brake; the sliding boat moved slowly along the grass track, and upon reaching the steep section, it accelerated sharply.

The strong wind hit Miura Yumiko's face head-on, her blonde hair flying and drifting toward Kitakami Yoru.

"Ah!"

Terrified, she finally couldn't help but let out a scream.

Kitakami Yoru kept his mouth tightly shut; if he opened it, he would retch and want to vomit...

The slide was very fast.

About ten seconds or so.

Then it entered the buffer phase.

There were staff members on duty below.

Feeling the sliding boat gradually come to a stop, Kitakami Yoru dared to open his eyes; his vision spun, and his face was pale.

"Ah... ha... ha..."

Immediately after, Miura Yumiko opened her beautiful eyes, which widened instantly, and she gasped in surprise.

"It's okay, get up slowly."

The staff member thoughtfully handed over two dust-covered vomit bags.

Kitakami Yoru reached out and took them quickly, unable to even gesture his thanks.

Opening his mouth would be the death of him.

"Yumiko, I'll help you."

Ebina Hina, who had arrived late, ran over, sighed at the sight of their complexions, and helped Miura Yumiko up first.

"Mm."

Miura Yumiko was trembling all over; she stood up shakily and stepped out of the sliding boat.

There were seven tracks in total, and the staff member did not rush them, taking the initiative to help Kitakami Yoru.

With his stomach churning and his head spinning, the moment Kitakami Yoru stepped out of the sliding boat, he stumbled and couldn't stand steady.

After a while, he exhaled a breath of stale air and suddenly began to retch.

"Cough, cough... cough, cough..."

Accompanied by a fit of violent coughing, his eyes turned bloodshot and red from the strain.

He bent over, placed his hands on his knees, and kept trying to steady his breathing.

He couldn't care about his pride or face anymore...

"It's too miserable; next time, I will absolutely... absolutely not play similar games."

Having been a disgusting fat otaku since childhood, Kitakami Yoru didn't know his body would have such a strong reaction to these kinds of rides.

He hadn't played them as a child, but now he knew.

"Kitakami-kun, are you okay? Would you like some water?"

"I'll go buy some."

Ebina Hina switched over, supporting Kitakami Yoru's shoulder with one hand while gently patting his back with the other.

Relieving Kitakami Yoru's discomfort.

"Ptoo."

Spitting out a mouthful of saliva, Kitakami Yoru looked up and took a deep breath, fresh air flooding into his lungs.

It brought a hint of sweetness.

The air felt sweet.

"Thanks, I'm okay now."

Kitakami Yoru barely recovered and turned to look at Miura Yumiko.

She happened to be looking at him too.

They exchanged a glance and, with great tacit understanding, said nothing.

"You two, what am I supposed to say about you?"

"You guys rest, I'll go buy some drinks."

Ebina Hina gave a final instruction, looked at Miura Yumiko one last time, and hurried away.

"Miura-san, are you feeling unwell?"

After the girl left, Kitakami Yoru straightened his body, moved to the side, and said to Miura Yumiko.

"A little better than you, I suppose."

Miura Yumiko rolled her eyes, having no desire to argue with Kitakami Yoru.

"You're just as annoying as Kasumigaoka Utaha."

Kitakami Yoru continued.

"Kasumigaoka Utaha, why are you bringing her up?"

Miura Yumiko was slightly startled and turned to look in the direction Ebina Hina had left.

"Someone said that after you lost weight, you secretly chased after Kasumigaoka Utaha, and that you're actually the real culprit—is that true or false?"

"Pfft..."

Hearing this, Kitakami Yoru burst out laughing.

After humming for a moment, he spoke slowly: "Don't you want to know the relationship between Ebina-san and me?"

"How about I tell you?"

67: Three sentences to make Kitakami Yoru take me home