Chapter 389

"That has nothing to do with Miura-san, right?"

Kitakami Yoru looked at Miura Yumiko, his gaze lingering on her face.

At this moment, a message from Kitagawa Marin came through.

"Doesn't Kitagawa Marin like to cosplay?"

"Maybe she could try cosplaying as Miura-san..."

Looking at the blonde gal in front of him, Kitakami Yoru thought of this in a rather strange way.

"Forget it if you're not going to say, tch!"

Miura Yumiko showed a disgruntled expression, turned her head to look at the door, then turned back and continued:

"What did you mean by what you said yesterday?"

"It didn't mean anything; Ebina-san and I have a normal relationship."

Kitakami Yoru began to feel troubled.

"This strange 'normie' group, sigh..."

"You and I also have a normal relationship, why don't I see it the same way?"

Showing an unhappy expression, Miura Yumiko pursed her lips and said.

"Lean over, I'll tell you..."

Kitakami Yoru sighed in his heart and crooked his finger at Miura Yumiko.

51: Kasumigaoka Utaha observing from the shadows

"Really?"

Miura Yumiko asked back, but didn't have much suspicion, and turned to lean toward Kitakami Yoru.

After all, this was during class time.

Miura Yumiko didn't dare to make any big movements, like getting up from her chair and walking over.

She tilted her butt toward Kitakami Yoru's side, and the chair flipped up, forming an angle that made it very easy to fall.

"That wouldn't happen."

Kitakami Yoru smiled and leaned his head toward Miura Yumiko.

"Ebina Hina, maybe she just doesn't like a certain person."

Having promised Ebina Hina that he would absolutely not reveal the truth, Kitakami Yoru was a man of his word.

If he said he wouldn't say, he absolutely wouldn't.

"What?"

Miura Yumiko was familiar with every word Kitakami Yoru said, and she knew them all.

But why couldn't she understand?

Tilting her head curiously, pulling away a little distance to prevent bumping into each other, Miura Yumiko opened her mouth to continue asking.

"I've already finished saying it, you can interpret it yourself."

Kitakami Yoru passed the buck completely and shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"Ah? Are you joking and lying to me?"

"What are you doing?"

Miura Yumiko's beautiful emerald eyes once again revealed the look Kitakami Yoru was familiar with.

She glared at Kitakami Yoru with a pair of eyes full of "What are you looking at? You disgusting virgin" disdain.

Her expression was full of unhappiness after being deceived.

Being too focused on Kitakami Yoru made Miura Yumiko forget that she was in a situation where she could fall at any time.

The force on her feet wasn't controlled well, and she lost her balance.

Suddenly, Miura Yumiko fell toward Kitakami Yoru.

In her panic, Kitakami Yoru was her life-saving straw, and she didn't have time to react.

Reaching out randomly, she grabbed Kitakami Yoru, and they fell together.

"Clang... clang..."

A series of very loud and harsh noises echoed through the relatively quiet classroom.

Instantly, all the students in the classroom were attracted to look.

In the corner by the window, blocked by desks and chairs, one could only see a rough outline.

Kitakami Yoru and Miura Yumiko fell to the ground together; the most exaggerated part was that even Kitakami Yoru's desk was overturned.

"Why did they fall?"

"Everything was fine, what's going on?"

"Miura-san and Kitakami-kun?"

A burst of discussion erupted in the classroom.

"So painful..."

Kitakami Yoru gently pushed away Miura Yumiko, who was pressing on top of him.

His poor elbow.

"Hiss..."

Also in pain and unable to speak, Miura Yumiko crawled back, barely straightening her body from the floor.

The silver lining in the misfortune was that neither of them was hurt.

It was all just flesh wounds.

"Yumiko, are you okay?"

Hayama Hayato looked straight at this side, his pupils dilated.

How on earth could Kitakami Yoru fall together with Miura Yumiko?

Impossible!

Falling isn't rare; what's rare is why they could fall together.

"Hayato, I'm fine."

Her knee hit the floor, and Miura Yumiko's facial expression twitched slightly in pain as she straightened the chair.

Beside her, Kitakami Yoru recovered and hurriedly picked up the desk and the school bag.

"Good thing, good thing..."

The most valuable item, the phone, wasn't broken at all.

At the same time, Kitakami Yoru could see the students in the classroom, their curious, gossiping gazes sweeping over him and Miura Yumiko non-stop.

"Why is it Yumiko again?"

There was no need to respond, Kitakami Yoru secretly glanced at his blonde gal queen deskmate.

He straightened his chair and sat down.

Morning reading was almost over by now.

Countless gazes were retracted accordingly.

"Kitakami Yoru, are you okay?"

Miura Yumiko, feeling a bit embarrassed, finally asked about Kitakami Yoru's condition.

"Aside from the pain, nothing else."

Kitakami Yoru smiled bitterly, avoiding the topic.

"Hmph, it's not like you didn't call me over and lie to me."

"You didn't want to say, yet you made me lean over."

Confirming Kitakami Yoru was fine, Miura Yumiko began to list his crimes.

"Oh wow, it was clearly you who deceived me first, otherwise would I have fallen?"

"Virgin!"

Glaring at Kitakami Yoru, Miura Yumiko pressed her advantage, and as she spoke, she didn't know how else to scold Kitakami Yoru.

Finally, the word 'virgin' slipped out of her mouth.

"I really am, are you planning to help me lose it?"

Kitakami Yoru rolled his eyes speechlessly, a single sentence directly blocking Miura Yumiko's mouth.

"Who wants to help you?"