Chapter 351

When she walked over, she heard someone chatting with Kitakami Yoru.

"Kitakami-san, do you really not have a girlfriend?"

"No way?"

"Yes, can we start drawing?"

It was called chatting, but the real situation was one-sided questions, and Kitakami Yoru had a perfunctory face.

"Do you go straight home after school usually?"

"Won't you be lonely?"

The people responsible for drawing Kitakami Yoru whispered one after another.

Eriri pricked up her ears, a faint smile hanging on her lips.

Good!

This jerk Kitakami Yoru, perverted sex maniac.

Dare to say you don't have a girlfriend?

Isn't that petite blonde underclassman one?

Aoyama Nanami, who had rumors spread about her.

No smoke without fire...

"Are you hugging and kissing girls in private, and pretending to be pure on the surface?"

"The kind of person I hate the most is this kind."

Eriri wasn't interested in this topic at all.

Let alone the protagonist was Kitakami Yoru; she wished Kitakami Yoru would be sent to another world to become a goblin by a dump truck immediately.

"Not lonely, I have a pet."

Kitakami Yoru maintained his posture, but his mouth could speak and move.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Eriri felt Kitakami Yoru glance at her.

Eriri stopped her brush and frowned slightly as she looked over.

Blonde twin-tail white-skinned mixed-race...

"So cute."

Kitakami Yoru smiled gently at Eriri, evil thoughts surging in his heart.

"Raising a dog?"

A boy asked curiously.

It happened to be right on Kitakami Yoru's topic.

"Yeah, I briefly raised a little golden retriever before, super cute..."

"So it is raising a dog."

"I also think golden retrievers are cute, gentle, and obedient."

"And then?"

The girls widened their eyes; they weren't interested in golden retrievers at all.

A golden retriever wasn't worth them being like this.

Kitakami Yoru's eyes instantly changed to melancholy, revealing a trace of reminiscence.

Facing Eriri directly, no one noticed the hidden mockery.

Except for the blonde herself.

"It was cute, but it wasn't obedient, liked to bite people, and barked at me."

Kitakami Yoru shook his head with a sigh.

"Is that so."

"Beat it; a disobedient puppy needs to be disciplined."

The long-haired girl sitting next to Eriri made a gesture of hitting the air in agreement.

Usually, her relationship with Eriri was okay.

"Kitakami Yoru!..."

Eriri didn't dare to speak out, roaring frantically in her heart.

"Sigh..."

"The personality is bad, forget it; this little blonde is cute, but her feet are especially smelly... smelly as hell."

"I can endure this..."

"What I can't endure most is that it likes to spray wildly."

"On the bed, on the balcony, at the sink, in front of the mirror, on me... in the bath..."

"Tsk tsk, this little blonde..."

The crowd didn't have any suspicion of Kitakami Yoru at all, instead thinking that the little blonde had a bad personality and was a cheap dog.

Not obedient at all.

38: Kasumigaoka, who is arguing with Tomoya Aki

"Sigh, what a pity for that little blonde."

Kitakami Yoru smiled in the direction of Eriri and closed his mouth.

"Jerk Kitakami Yoru, I'm so angry."

"Are you deliberately humiliating me as a dog again?"

"Damn, damn, damn!"

Eriri pursed her pink lips, holding back from speaking.

She, who was excited about stealing photos of Kitakami Yoru and Gabriel's intimate actions and talking to Yukino Yukinoshita, was excited.

At this moment, she threw it all to the back of her mind.

Angry to the extreme.

The art club members, who were unaware, even added comments, saying bad things about her.

"Hey?"

"Do you guys know that the so-called disobedient little blonde is actually me?!"

Eriri wanted to refute loudly.

But immediately, something felt wrong.

What kind of strange thought is this?

I am Eriri Spencer Sawamura, not a cute little blonde.

"Whatever owner, whatever dog; I think Kitakami-san doesn't know how to teach."

Eriri shook her head hard, mocking back.

"That's not it; my cat is raised very well, never gets sick, black and fat."

"Full of energy, thoughtful, sticky, and obedient; it's the little blonde's problem."

Kitakami Yoru maintained his posture and looked at Eriri.

"Who knows; everyone be quiet, start drawing."

"Time is tight, the task is heavy."

Eriri was left speechless by Kitakami Yoru, opening her little mouth, unable to refute.

Simply, she used her authority to let everyone quiet down.

Painting is creation, it needs a state.

Eriri happened to be a painter who was very dependent on her state and would drag on her drafts.

Often because her state wasn't good, she would drag on her drafts...

Making Kitakami Yoru like this, her brain was full of anger and resentment.

Holding the brush, it fell on the face of the drawing board.

It was a face with only a rough outline.

It was Kitakami Yoru's face.

Even more infuriating!

"Draw, draw, draw..." ===== CHAPTER 352 =====