Chapter 390

"Are you looking to die?"

Instantly, Miura Yumiko's sharp gaze slashed toward Kitakami Yoru.

It was clearly a bickering argument, but to outsiders, it looked like flirting between a couple.

Otherwise, you tell me.

Two minutes ago, how could Kitakami Yoru have fallen together with Miura Yumiko, stacking like Arhats?

It must be said, Miura Yumiko's status as a 'normie' wasn't just for show.

Morning reading ended, and Kitakami Yoru raised his hand to apologize insincerely.

Only then did she stop.

The morning flew by.

Kitakami Yoru and Kato Megumi had arranged to have lunch together.

Since he couldn't spend the weekend with Kato Megumi, let's treat lunch as compensation.

Afternoon, PE class.

After it ended, Kitakami Yoru packed his things and set off for the art club.

"Kawasaki-san."

On the first floor, while changing into indoor shoes, Kitakami Yoru saw an acquaintance and greeted her.

"It's you, young master."

Kawasaki Saki's form of address made Kitakami Yoru curious.

"Young master? I don't understand what you mean?"

Kitakami Yoru opened his shoe locker suspiciously, and a pile of notes and envelopes spilled out.

"You're quite popular."

Kawasaki Saki changed her shoes, carried her school bag in one hand, swung it behind her, and walked out stylishly.

"Sigh... the bar business is getting worse and worse."

"The weather is getting cold, the performance drop makes my heart ache, should I change jobs?"

Pondering, Kawasaki Saki's footsteps were very fast, hoping she wouldn't run into Yukinoshita Yukino and Yuigahama Yui, who were coming to cause trouble today.

"Strange pair of people..."

Kawasaki Saki didn't understand at all why she was working part-time and was late.

No matter how you look at it, it had nothing to do with Yukinoshita Yukino and Yuigahama Yui, right?

"Doing your own thing is what's real; like those young ladies, hmph..."

Kitakami Yoru didn't know about this matter.

Even if he did, he would stand on Kawasaki Saki's side without hesitation and support her.

After being a model for two hours.

The art club activity ended.

Eriri packed her things very early and was the first to leave the classroom again.

"Is this little blonde afraid of me?"

Kitakami Yoru's gaze retracted as Eriri's figure disappeared.

He didn't have many common topics with the other art club members.

Mixing in the crowd, Kitakami Yoru maintained a cold demeanor and took the train home alone.

Outside the rented apartment, in the public parking space marked out not far away, sat a weathered pink Honda Fit.

"This is Kirisu Mafuyu's car, right?"

"Why am I only seeing it today?"

Kitakami Yoru walked around the Honda Fit, and seeing no one around, stared intently at the car tires.

Should he try putting a thumbtack or something?

To disgust this arrogant, extremely irresponsible beautiful teacher.

How could she be so different from Hiratsuka Shizuka?

He had the thought, but in the end, Kitakami Yoru didn't carry it out.

Walking home, in the hallway, he ran into a young girl with the same hair color as Kirisu Mafuyu.

She was a few years younger than Kitakami Yoru.

"Eh?"

The moment she walked down the corner, Kirisu Miharu, catching a glimpse, saw a super handsome guy and made a sound subconsciously.

The sound attracted Kitakami Yoru, who was walking down the stairs with his head down, and he looked up.

His eyes blurred, and he almost mistook her for someone else.

The next second, their eyes met.

His nerves finally clicked, and he recognized this girl with the same hair color and similar face.

It wasn't Kirisu Mafuyu.

"Ah... hello..."

With their eyes met, Kitakami Yoru felt a bit awkward, so he greeted her.

"Hello, nice to meet you."

Kirisu Miharu recovered from the surprise just now, excited as if she had found a treasure, and kept sizing up Kitakami Yoru.

Her naked gaze wasn't hidden at all.

This was just a little girl, probably only in middle school.

Kitakami Yoru didn't feel offended and responded with a polite smile, thinking silently in his heart: "Looking so similar, she must be Kirisu Mafuyu's younger sister, right?"

"My name is Kirisu Miharu, may I ask what your name is?"

Just as Kitakami Yoru was suspicious, Kirisu Miharu asked, her eyes sparkling.

"Wow, there really is someone that handsome in the world."

"So excited... so good-looking!"

The young girl was at the age where she was just starting to have feelings, leaving behind her childhood, and was very curious and interested in the opposite sex.

Plus, her family didn't guide her well either.

As the older sister, Kirisu Mafuyu was a blank slate regarding matters between men and women; who could teach these two sisters?

Smile...

"My name is Kitakami Yoru."

Only then did Kitakami Yoru confirm that the young girl in front of him was Kirisu Mafuyu's sister.

"Is she thirteen? Just started first year of middle school?"

Comparing her to Fujiwara Chika's sister Fujiwara Moeha, or Shirogane Kei.

No matter how you look at it, Kirisu Miharu's demeanor seemed younger.

"Hello, hello, do you live here?"

Kirisu Miharu's gaze landed on Kitakami Yoru's Shuchiin uniform, and she asked for confirmation.

"Definitely."

Kitakami Yoru nodded gently; hating the older sister had nothing to do with the younger sister.

He could be very tolerant toward a little girl.

"Are you also a student at Shuchiin?"

Kirisu Miharu simply stopped walking.

Kitakami Yoru nodded, looking at Kirisu Miharu suspiciously, not knowing what the other party wanted to say.

"My sister also lives on the third floor; when you saw me just now, did you mistake me for my sister?"

Kirisu Miharu smiled with childish innocence, showing a row of white teeth.

"For a moment, yes; your sister is my teacher."

Kitakami Yoru didn't hide it, nor did he have any thoughts about Kirisu Miharu.

Too green.

It wasn't the same feeling as the greenness of Eriri.

Just like, the mother in a game isn't the same as a real mother.

"So good-looking..."