Chapter 354

39: What's it to you if I have no hair?

Aki Tomoya did one thing wrong.

And that is, never try to convince someone, especially using mobile communication chat software.

For a woman who is stubborn in certain areas and is currently angry.

This won't produce any use at all, and instead, it's easier to intensify the conflict between the two.

"Utaha-senpai, please calm down and take a look."

After Aki Tomoya sent it, he breathed a sigh of relief.

With such a strange and bizarre case as a reference, Kasumigaoka Utaha should obediently cooperate and take medicine to treat her illness, right?

"This is? News?"

With her chest rising and falling in anger, her round, snow-white fullness almost bursting the buttons on her chest, Kasumigaoka Utaha resisted the urge to smash her phone and tapped to look.

Just by glancing at it, Kasumigaoka Utaha ignored it directly and closed it with a dark face.

"Why? Rinri-kun is unwilling to believe me?"

"Compared to an outsider, a doctor, you don't believe my words?"

"Have I ever had a mental illness? I am very certain my sixth sense is sharp and accurate!"

"Back then..."

While she was feeling restless and painful inside, Aki Tomoya sent another message.

Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced at it, and her delicate fingertips tapped on Aki Tomoya's avatar and note.

Hard-heartedly, she swiped with some trembling.

A virtual bright red button appeared.

Delete!

"Rinri-kun, you annoy me to death, go find your Eriri."

"Before, you supported me unconditionally, believed in me unconditionally, but now you don't even care about my safety..."

"You've changed..."

Aki Tomoya's avatar frame turned gray, and Kasumigaoka Utaha buried her head in her knees, her mood sinking to the extreme.

"Utaha-senpai?"

"Also, you're not coming out?"

"The cleaning duty isn't finished?"

Aki Tomoya typed a long paragraph and continued to choose to send.

What he got was a red exclamation mark!

"Utaha-senpai deleted me?"

"No... no way, right?"

His expression froze, and he said uncertainly, but Aki Tomoya didn't have the panic and fear he had imagined.

Because he felt that Kasumigaoka Utaha liked him!

So she deleted a friend, what's there to be afraid of?

If it were someone else, having finally added the cold and noble Utaha-senpai, only to be deleted after being found annoying, they would regret it to the point of being unable to cry...

"I still hope senpai can accept the reality of being sick; her grades have even dropped."

"Let her be quiet for a while, and I'll talk to her about this another day."

After a little thought, Aki Tomoya pushed up the black-rimmed glasses under his thick bangs.

Leaving from under the tree to go wait for Eriri, he even re-added Kasumigaoka Utaha's friend request on the way, attaching a note:

"Utaha-senpai, I have something to do, please relax."

The latest Apple phone in his hand sounded a notification tone.

Kasumigaoka Utaha hung her head in despair, the goddess who was usually high and mighty and cold, exuding waves of dejection from her whole body.

Giving people a lifeless feeling.

She wanted to keep sitting, but after a while, someone came down from upstairs making noise.

Forcing her to pick up her school bag and leave this place.

She wandered aimlessly around Xiuzhiyuan and bought a bottle of black bitter coffee she had never drunk before, the same kind as Kitakami Yoru's.

After taking a sip, Kasumigaoka Utaha suddenly scrutinized the black coffee in her hand, stared at it for several seconds, and sneered.

"Rinri-kun, you disappoint me so much..."

"Do you really like Eriri that much..."

Drinking it all in one gulp, Kasumigaoka Utaha casually threw the waste into the trash can.

Her fair little hands wiped away the fine fragrant sweat on her beautiful, stunning face, and she elegantly carried her school bag away.

Perhaps?

It was the effect of the rich caffeine, her mood was a little better.

Walking out of the gate of Xiuzhiyuan, a cool autumn breeze blew past.

Her hair flew...

Kasumigaoka Utaha inexplicably shivered from the cold behind her back, used her hand to tidy up her hair, and walked slowly toward the station.

On the way, she would look back from time to time, casting her gaze into the eyes of every strange passerby.

As for the classmates wearing Xiuzhiyuan uniforms, it had long since become a habit, and she naturally skipped over them.

It was subconscious. Subconscious.

"The stalker isn't here."

Kasumigaoka Utaha breathed a sigh of relief; the moment from leaving Xiuzhiyuan to the station every day was her most fearful time.

At this time, a rich, wonderful fragrance of bread and desserts drifted out of the Angel Cafe.

Mixed with the floral scent at the door, the coffee scent...

Hooked Kasumigaoka Utaha's feet, unable to move an inch.

"So good to smell..."

Stopping outside the glass of the cafe, Kasumigaoka Utaha turned her head to look inside the cafe.

As far as her line of sight reached, there were a dozen or so customers.

Except for a few passersby and nearby residents, they were all students from Xiuzhiyuan.

Gathering at the counter to buy the last batch of bread and desserts fresh out of the oven.

The cafe made money by selling coffee and bread desserts...

Yuigahama Xianghui, who owned three cafes, had the oldest one for over ten years.

It stood firm and, on the contrary, was even more popular.

The copied branches definitely had guaranteed quality and wouldn't be bad.

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't have the intention to drink coffee or eat desserts, but she needed to find a place to sit and soothe her mood.

Simply, she carried her school bag and went in.

Sitting in the most remote corner, near the window.

A part-time waiter immediately came up to serve and politely asked: "Utaha-senpai, would you like to order?"

"A glass of lemon water."

It wouldn't be right not to order, so Kasumigaoka Utaha rested her chin on one hand and looked out the window.

Not long after, a glass of lemon water and ice water were delivered.

Casually picking it up to take a sip, Kasumigaoka Utaha caught a glimpse of the menu from the corner of her eye and said with slight surprise:

"Kitakami Yoru?"

An image of a boy with long hair, tied in a bun, and a face with a slightly textured feel leaped into her eyes.

"It's actually him? Hehe..."

Laughing dryly twice, Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't go to check the menu.

It was still early.

The cafe closed at six.

But basically, after 5:30, customers rarely visited.

At this point in time.