Chapter 380

After leaving, Eriri had a faint smile on her lips and headed to the teaching building.

During the shoe change.

She silently cursed Kitakami Yoru and spoke ill of him.

"That bastard Kitakami Yoru, he'd better not have any other ideas."

"Thinking that I'm like the brain-dead heroine in a manga, who will fall in love with him after being bullied and trained?"

"I like Tomoya, and it's comfortable... disgusting..."

"Seeing someone I don't like, seeing Kitakami Yoru makes me feel sick; how could I possibly feel comfortable?"

Dawdling, Eriri changed her shoes and walked toward the stairs without raising her head.

One step out.

The poor little golden retriever, the petite Eriri, crashed directly into Kitakami Yoru's broad chest.

It didn't hurt.

But her body lost its balance, and her butt fell to the ground.

"You..."

As Eriri looked up, she spoke instinctively, looking at the person who made her fall.

The result.

Kitakami Yoru stood calmly before her, sizing her up faintly.

That little look was like looking at a puppy for sale on a shelf in a pet store.

Was there any difference?

No difference at all.

"What are you doing?"

Eriri climbed up quickly and asked, brushing the dust off her hands.

"Wasn't it you who came to crash into me?"

"Eriri-chan, remember to stay away from me, otherwise you'll think I'm lingering on you again..."

Kitakami Yoru wasn't angry either and answered Eriri calmly.

Rewind half a year.

Once upon a time, he, Kitakami Yoru, was a disgusting, fat otaku, full of fat and with a humble, gynophobic personality.

Let alone Eriri, such a proud daughter of heaven.

Noble status, loved by others.

Even ordinary high school girls outside didn't think much of him.

"Hmph, your look is really infuriating!"

Eriri widened her sapphire-like eyes in dissatisfaction.

Kitakami Yoru didn't say anything and turned to go upstairs.

Eriri's courage was getting bigger and bigger, and her attitude toward him was getting tougher.

Kitakami Yoru wasn't worried at all, and even felt more relieved.

A biting little golden retriever doesn't bark.

Entering the classroom from the back door.

First period today.

It was Hiratsuka Shizuka's Japanese class.

"Good morning, Kitakami-kun."

Walking to his seat, Kaori Hime-na smiled and greeted Kitakami Yoru first.

"Good morning."

Kitakami Yoru nodded gently, slightly cold.

"You seem to be a bit late today, Kitakami-kun."

Yuigahama Yui looked at Kaori Hime-na, and it seemed that with the paving of a good best friend, she dared to take the initiative to greet the person she liked.

"Woke up late, it's gotten a lot colder lately."

Kitakami Yoru put down his schoolbag and turned to look at Yuigahama Yui.

He felt a bit insecure inside.

Calling her mother "sister"...

The key was that his age was younger than Yuigahama Yui's.

"Mm... that..."

Getting Kitakami Yoru's reply, Yuigahama Yui smiled happily, but the words couldn't come out.

She suddenly discovered that she couldn't find a common topic with Kitakami Yoru for a while.

This point was very important.

No topic to talk about—how awkward.

Yuigahama Yui held it in for a long time, but couldn't say a single word.

She didn't know what to say.

Maybe about the new commission of the Service Club, regarding Kawasaki Saki.

Kitakami Yoru didn't know either.

"Sigh... so annoying."

Soon, the morning reading bell rang, and Yuigahama Yui returned to her seat.

During morning reading, teachers would occasionally pass by to patrol, but generally, it was very safe.

Kitakami Yoru took out his phone, sent a message to Fujiwara Chika, and stretched.

"Kitakami Yoru, can you close the window a bit?"

Miura Yumiko was wearing summer clothes, and the morning breeze was a bit cold.

"Sure."

Kitakami Yoru turned to look at Miura Yumiko today, and closed the window, leaving a small gap.

"So boring..."

Miura Yumiko busied herself with her own affairs.

Her grades in the class were at a medium level, with almost no fluctuations.

She didn't have much desire to strive for good grades either.

"What?"

Fujiwara Chika, as the student council secretary, openly took the lead in playing with her phone during morning reading and replying to her boyfriend's messages.

She must be punished properly to convince the public.

"Chika-chan, you suddenly ignored me last night."

"I didn't sleep all night, heartbroken to death."

Kitakami Yoru had a faint smile on his face as he typed quickly to reply to Fujiwara Chika.

The truth was, he slept quite soundly last night.

But if he didn't say that, how could he trick Fujiwara Chika and make her even happier?

"Really or fake, you must not lie to me."

Fujiwara Chika looked at the surrounding students, lowered her head guiltily, and placed her phone flat in the drawer.

One hand held a book, pretending to read, while the other hand tapped the keyboard to reply to Kitakami Yoru.

Playing with a phone during morning reading was a trivial matter for most people.

It didn't even count as a trivial matter.

But for Fujiwara Chika, who had a strict upbringing and held an important position, it was completely different.

A feeling called excitement spread from the bottom of her heart...

"I intended to talk to you about serious business, what do you say?"

Kitakami Yoru thought, and also sighed slightly.

Why couldn't Fujiwara Chika face it directly?

"Oh..."

Replying with one word, Fujiwara Chika wasn't being perfunctory, but didn't know how to answer Kitakami Yoru.